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Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.

The White Devil. Act v. Sc. 2.

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.1 Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

WILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648.

Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer Spenser, to make room

For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.2
On Shakespeare.

EDWARD HYDE CLARENDON. 1608-1674.

He [Sir John Hambden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief.3 History of the Rebellion. Vol. iii. Book vii. § 84.

1 See Appendix, p. 630.

2 Compare Jonson. Page 148.

8 In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Ch. xlviii.

Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. Junius, Letter xxxvii., Feb. 14, 1770.

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And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!

Ibid.

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1 Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit.

Epig. Sacra. Aquæ in vinum versæ, p. 299.

170 HEYWOOD. - DAVENANT.-WINTHROP.

THOMAS HEYWOOD.

--1649.

The world's a theatre, the earth a stage
Which God and nature do with actors fill.

Apology for Actors. 1612.

I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.

Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells. Ed. 1635. Page 206.

Seven cities warred for Homer being dead;

Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.1 Page 207.

Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.2

History of Women. Ed. 1624. Page 286.

SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT.

1605-1668.

The assembled souls of all that men held wise.

Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. St. 37.

The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1.

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy,

It is not safe to know.

JOHN WINTHROP. 1588-1649.

A liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest.

Life and Letters. ii. 341.

1 Great Homer's birth seven rival cities claim,

Too mighty such monopoly of Fame.

Thomas Seward, On Shakespeare's Monument at
Stratford-upon-Avon.

Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead,

Through which the living Homer begged his bread. Anon.

2 See Appendix, p. 647.

8 Compare Prior. Page 241.

DENHAM. STOUGHTON.

171

SIR JOHN DENHAM.

1615-1668.

Though with those streams he no resemblance hold,
Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold;
His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,
Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.

Cooper's Hill. Line 165.
O, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme!

Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o'erflowing full. Line 189.

Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year. The Sophy. A Tragedy.

But whither am I strayed? I need not raise
Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise;
Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built;
Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt

Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign,

Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.1

On Mr. John Fletcher's Works.

WILLIAM STOUGHTON. 1631-1701.

God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.2

Election Sermon at Boston, April 29, 1669.

1 Poets are sultans, if they had their will;

For every author would his brother kill.

Orrery, "in one of his Prologues," says Johnson.

Compare Pope, Prologue to the Satires, Line 197.

2 God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.

Longfellow, Courtship of Miles Standish, iv.

RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658.

Oh! could you view the melody

Of every grace,

And music of her face,1
You'd drop a tear;

Seeing more harmony

In her bright eye,

Than now you hear.

Orpheus to Beasts.

I could not love thee, dear, so much,

Loved I not honour more.

To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.

When flowing cups pass swiftly round

With no allaying Thames.2

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1 There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid

strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. Browne, Relig. Med., Part ii. Sec. ix.

The mind, the music breathing from her face.

- Sir Thomas

Byron, Bride of Abydos, Canto i. St. 6.

2 See Shakespeare, Coriolanus. Page 76.

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