Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Act iii. Sc. 3. He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, O, now, forever, Act iii. Sc. 3. Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Act iii. Sc. 3. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. But yet the pity of it, lago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago. Activ. Sc. 1. Steeped me in poverty to the very lips. But, alas! to make me The fixed figure for the time of scorn Act iv. Sc. 2. To point his slow, and moving finger at. Act iv. Sc. 2. I have done the state some service, and they know it. Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Act v. Sc. 2. Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well. Of one, whose hand, Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, Act. Sc. 2. Richer than all his tribe. Act v. Sc. 2. Albeit unused to the melting mood. Act v. Sc. 2. VENUS AND ADONIS. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. A LOVER'S COMPLAINT. O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Stanza xlii. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together. Stanza viii. Have you not heard it said full oft Stanza xiv. SONNETS. And stretched metre of an antique song. The painful warrior, famoused for fight, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Sonnet xvii. Sonnet xxv. Sonnet lii. And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Sonnet lxvi. The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. My nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Sonnet 1xx. Sonnet cxi. Sonnet cxvi. That full star that ushers in the even. Sonnet cxxxii. THOMAS TUSSER. 1523-1580. EXCEPT wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.* Moral Reflections on the Wind. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Chap. xii. Such mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man. Chap. xxxviii. 'Tis merry in hall, When beards wag all.+ Chap. xlvi. Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go. Chap. Ivii. * See Proverbs, page 389. Merry swithe it is in halle, When the beards waveth alle. ADAM DAVIE, 1312. Life of Alexander. H But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Ibid. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593. WHO ever loved that loved not at first sight ?* Hero and Leander. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. Faustus. * Quoted by SHAKSPERE. As you Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5. |