Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Compared with that was next her chin;
Some bee had stung it newly.

Ballad upon a Wedding.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

Prithee, why so pale?

Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail?

Prithee, why so pale?

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;

Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were.

Song.

Against Fruition.

She is pretty to walk with,

And witty to talk with,

And pleasant, too, to think on.

Brennoralt. Act ii.

Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

But, as when an authentic watch is shown,
Each man winds up and rectifies his own,
So in our very judgments.1

Act iii.

Aglaura. Epilogue.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.*

Nick of time.

The Goblins.

Ibid.

"High characters,” cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.3 The Goblins. Epilogue.

1 'T is with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

Pope, Essay on Criticism, Part i. Line 9.

2 See Shakespeare, King Lear. Page 123.
8 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

Pope, Essay on Criticism, Part ii. Line 53.

ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674.

Some asked me where the Rubies grew,

And nothing I did say ;

But with my finger pointed to

The lips of Julia.

The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.

Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my Girl,

To part her lips, and showed them there
The quarelets of Pearl.

Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep

A little out, and then,1

As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.

I saw a flie within a beade

Ibid.

On Her Feet.

Of amber cleanly buried.2

On a Fly buried in Amber.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying,

And this same flower, that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.3

To the Virgins to make much of Time.

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,

The shooting-stars attend thee;

And the elves also,

Whose little eyes glow

Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

1 Compare Suckling. Page 162.

2 Compare Bacon. Page 139.

Night Piece to Julia.

3 Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.

— Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8.

1

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones, -come and buy;
If so be you ask me where

They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,
There's the land, or cherry-isle.

Fall on me like a silent dew,

Or like those maiden showers,
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o'er the flowers.

Cherry Ripe.

In the tempestuous petticoat,
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,

Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.

Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.1

Ibid.

Sorrows Succeed.

You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.2

Love me Little, Love me Long.

1 See Shakespeare, Hamlet. Page 118. Young's Night Thoughts. Page 263.

2 Compare Marlowe. Page 17.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.1

Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.2

The Rose.

Seek and Find.

Thus times do shift; each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve.

THOMAS DEKKER.

-1641.

And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

The best of men

Old Fortunatus.

That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit.
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.

The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

To add to golden numbers, golden numbers.

Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.

Honest labour bears a lovely face.

1 Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

Ibid.

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book iv. Line 256.

2 Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet.

Terence, Heauton-timoroumenos, iv. 2. 8. 3 Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth, come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; and also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.-Juliana Berners, Heraldic Blazonry.

JOH.

'T is just like a s' birds that are witho that are within despa

1638.

d-cage in a garden; the ir to get in, and the birds id are in a consumption, for

fear they shall never get out.1

The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2.

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?
So may you blame some fair and crystal river,
For that some melancholic, distracted man
Hath drowned himself in 't.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But looked to near have neither heat nor light.2

Act iv. Sc. 4.

1 Le mariage est comme une forteresse assiégée; ceux qui sont dehors veulent entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir. Un proverbe Arabe. Quitard, Études sur les Proverbes Français, p. 102.

It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out. - Montaigne, Essays, Ch. v. Book iii.

Compare Sir John Davies. Page 145.

Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in ?-Emerson, Representative Men: Montaigne.

2 Love is like a landscape which doth stand
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.

Robert Hegge, On Love.
We're charmed with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less.

Yalden, Against Enjoyment.

As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.

Garth, The Dispensatory, Canto iii. Line 27.
'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, Part i. Line 7.