BEN JONSON. 1574-1637. Drink to me only with thine eyes, The Forest. To Celia. Still to be neat, still to be drest The Silent Woman. Acti. Sc. I. Give me a look, give me a face, They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. Ibid. In small proportion we just beauties see, Underneath this stone doth lie Epitaph on Elizabeth. Et de 1 Ἐμοὶ δὲ μόνοις πράπινε τοῖς ὄμμασιν. βούλει, τοῖς χείλεσι προσφέρουσα, πλήρου φιλημάτων τὸ ἔκπωμα, καὶ οὕτως δίδου. Philostratus, Letter xxiv. 2 A true translation from Bonnefonius. Jonson continued.] Underneath this sable hearse Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.1 The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! A little further, to make thee a room. To the Memory of Shakespeare. Small Latin, and less Greek. Ibid. He was not of an age, but for all time. Ibid. Sweet swan of Avon! Ibid. Get money; still get money, boy; No matter by what means.3 Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3. CYRIL TOURNEUR. A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em. The Revenger's Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1. 1 In a manuscript collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MSS., in the British Museum, this epitaph is ascribed to Browne (1590–1645). 2 Cf. Basse, p. 211. 8 Cf. Pope, Horace, Book i. Ep. 1, Line 103. Hall. Massinger.- Overbury. 146 Hall. BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656. Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. Christian Moderation. Introduc. Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.1 Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2. PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. I. In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes to neere that comes to be denide.1 A Wife. St. 36. 1 Cf. Young, Night Thoughts, N. 5, Line 719. 2 Cf. Pope, Satires, Book ii. Ep. 1, Line 304. JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. Man is his own star, and the soul that can Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune." All things that are Made for our general uses are at war, - Ibid. Man is his own star, and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man. Ibid. And he that will to bed go sober, Falls with the leaf still in October.1 Rollo, Duke of Normandy. Act ii. Sc. 2. Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we, As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree. Ibid. Act. iii. Sc. 2. 1 The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song: He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October; But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, [Fletcher continued. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! O sweetest Melancholy! The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Ibid. Makes not fresh nor grow again.1 The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2. FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616. What things have we seen 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 And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson. 1 Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain ; For violets plucked the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again. Percy's Reliques, The Friar of Orders Gray. |