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Roses red and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6.

Be bolde, Be bolde, and every where, Be bold.

Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,

On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32.

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

Book v. Canto ii. St. 43.

Who will not mercie unto others show,

How can he mercy ever hope to have?

Book vi. Canto i. St. 42.

What more felicitie can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with libertie,

And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,
To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.
Muiopotmos: or The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.

I was promised on a time

To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,

I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Lines on his Promised Pension.1

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132.

For all that faire is, is by nature good;
That is a signe to know the gentle blood.

1 Fuller, Worthies of England.

Line 139.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
What hell it is in suing long to bide:

To loose good dayes, that might be better spent ;
To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.

To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires ;
To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.
Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end,
That doth his life in so long tendance spend!

Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618.

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.

Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.

Fain Would I.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.1

1 Altissima quæque flumina minimo sono labi.

The Silent Lover.

Quintus Curtius, vii. 4. 13.

Stence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.

Go, Soul, the body's guest,

Upon a thankless arrant:

The Silent Lover.

Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.

The Lie.

Verses to Edmund Spenser.

Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout,

Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.

On the snuff of a candle the night before he died. - Raleigh's
Remains, p. 258, ed. 1661.

Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,

Shuts up the story of our days;

But from this earth, this grave, this dust,

My God shall raise me up, I trust!

Written the night before his death.Found in his
Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster.

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If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?

Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.1

Poem.

[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.

Historie of the World. Preface.

O eloquent, just and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawne together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet! Book v. Pt. 1, ad fin.

GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634.

None ever loved but at first sight they loved.2

Blind Beggar of Alexandria, ad fin.

Young men think old men are fools;

But old men know young men are fools.3

Al Fooles. (1605.)

1 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"- Fuller, Worthies of England. 2 Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Marlowe, Hero and Leander. 3 Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now in many people's mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb. — Ray's Proverbs, p. 145, ed. Bohn.

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586.

Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.

Defence of Poesy. He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.

Ibid.

I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.

Ibid.

Arcadia. Book i.

They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.

Many-headed multitude.1

My dear, my better half.

Ibid.

Book ii.

Book iii.

Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.2

Astrophel and Stella, i.

Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.3

Ibid. Second Song.

SIR RICHARD HOLLAND.

O Douglas, O Douglas
Tendir and trewe.

The Buke of the Howlat.4 Stanza xxxi.

1 See Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Act ii. Sc. 3. Page 76. 2 Look, then, into thine heart, and write.

Longfellow, Voices of the Night. Prelude. 3 Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor.

4 The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823.

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