Still to be neat, still to be drest The Silent Woman. Acti. Sc. 1. Give me a look, give me a face, They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. In small proportion we just beauties see, Ibid. Good Life, Long Life. Underneath this stone doth lie Epitaph on Elizabeth. Underneath this sable hearse Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke. The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! A little further, to make thee a room.* To the Memory of Shakspere. * Cf. BASSE, p. 151. BEAUMONT-FLETCHER. Small Latin, and less Greek. 119 To the Memory of Shakspere. He was not of an age, but for all time. Sweet swan of Avon ! Ibid. Ibid. Get money; still get money, boy; No matter by what means.* Every Man in his Humour. Act . Sc. 3. FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1585-1616. HAT things have we seen WHA Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson. JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. OUR acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. · Upon an Honest Man's Fortune. Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place. POPE. Horace, Ep. 1. Book 1. Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes to ncere that comes to be denide.* A Wife. St. 36. GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Cf. MONTAGUE, page 202. This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears; Cupid't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone. Ibid. Book ii. 10. Sw GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. WEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, * Shall I like a hermit dwell To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day? If she undervalue me What care I how fair she be? Virtue. Attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunshine. A servant with this clause Virtue. Ibid. The Answer. Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for thy laws Makes that and the action fine. A verse may find him who a sermon flies, The Elixir. The Church Porch Dare to be true, nothing can need a lie ; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.* * Ibid. The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. Ibid. Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. Sin. Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. If goodness lead him not, yet weariness And he that does one fault at first, Man. The Pulley. WATTS. Against Lying. |