RICHARD ALISON. There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies show; Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. An Howres Recreation in Musike. 1606.1 Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row; Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds filled with snow. Ibid. His golden locks time hath to silver turned; His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, A man at arms must now serve on his knees, Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Cupid's Curse. 1 Oliphant's La Musa Madrigalesca, p. 229. SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639. How happy is he born or taught, The Character of a Happy Life. Who God doth late and early pray And entertains the harmless day Lord of himself, though not of lands; You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, Ibid. Ibid. What are you when the moon1 shall rise? He first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. Hanging was the worst use man could be put to. 1 'sun' in Reliquia Wottonianæ, Eds. 1651, 1672, 1685. 2 This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's Sixth Set of Books, &c., and is found in many MSS. - Hannah, The Courtly Poets. SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613. In part to blame is she, JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. Man is his own star, and the soul that can Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune." Made for our general uses are at war,- Man is his own star, and that soul that can Ibid. Ibid. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 248. 8 The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Three merry boys, and three merry boys, As ever did sing in a hempen string Rollo, Duke of Normandy. Act iii. Sc. 2. Hide, O, hide those hills of snow, Hence, all you vain delights, Wherein you spend your folly! O sweetest Melancholy! Act v. Sc. 2. The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, gone: Ibid. The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 See Peele's Old Wives Tale, 1595; "Three merry men be we," quoted in Westward Hoe, by Dekker and Webster, 1607. 2 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. FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been 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. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. (FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER.) A soul as white as heaven. The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1. There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees.1 A King and no King. Act v. Sc. 4. Calamity is man's true touchstone.2 Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1. 1 Nemo repente venit turpissimus. -Juvenal, ii. 83. 2 Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros. Seneca, De Prov. v. 9. |