CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565–1593.

Comparisons are odious.1

Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I'm armed with more than complete steel,

The justice of my quarrel.2

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?3

Ibid.

Hero and Leander.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains, yields.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Ibid.

And I will make thee beds of roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies.

Ibid.

Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Ati.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Act i.

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.

Love me little, love me long.*

1 See Appendix, p. 638.

2 See Shakespeare, 2 Henry VI., Act iii. Sc. 2. 3 Quoted by Shakespeare in As You Like It. man, p. 15.

Act ii.

Act iv.

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4 See Appendix, p. 643.

When all the world dissolves,

And every creature shall be purified,

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Faustus.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,

And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!

Ibid.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air,

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Ibid.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,1

That sometime grew within this learnèd man.

Ibid.

RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.

Of Law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world: all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.

Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i.

That to live by one man's will became the cause of

all men's misery.

O, withered is the garland of the war,

The soldier's pole is fallen.

Book i.

Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 13.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.1 1564-1616.

I would fain die a dry death.

The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an

acre of barren ground.

What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind.
Like one,

Who having, into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,

To credit his own lie.

Was dukedom large enough.

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Ibid.

My library

Ibid.

Ibid.

And then take hands:

The wild waves whist.

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Ibid.

1 Text of Clark and Wright.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

Ibid.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. Ibid.

Fer. Here's my hand.

Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

With foreheads villanous low.

Deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie.

The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.

I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
She is mine own,

And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,

Act i. Sc. 2.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Act ii. Sc. 4.

He makes sweet music with th' enamelled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.

A man I am, crossed with adversity.
Is she not passing fair?

How use doth breed a habit in a man!

Come not within the measure of my wrath.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.

The Merry Wives of Windsor.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Act iv. Sc. 4.1

Act v. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 1.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and

all his ancestors that come after him may.

Ibid.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

Ibid.

1 Act iv. Sc. 2, Dyce.