From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.1 One foot in the grave.2 Go to grass. The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1. Act iv. Sc. 7 Ibid. There is no jesting with edge tools.3 Death hath so many doors to let out life.8 The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2. Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; But the eternal substance of his greatness, 1 See Shakespeare, page 51. The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1. 2 An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave. - PLUTARCH : On the Training of Children. 3 It is no jesting with edge tools. - The True Tragedy of Richard III. (1594.) 4 The use of "party" in the sense of "person occurs in the Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and other old English writers. 5 Whistle, and I'll come to ye. 6 See Shakespeare, page 72. 8 See Webster, page 180. 9 Pity's akin to love. SOUTHERNE: Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1. Pity swells the tide of love. line 107. - YOUNG: Night Thoughts, night iii. O great corrector of enormous times, Act v. Sc. 1. 1 But strive still to be a man before your mother. - COWPER: Connois Motto of No. iii. seur. 2 Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be fierce poison to others). 3 See Raleigh, page 26. - LUCRETIUS: iv. 637. 4 See Jonson, page 177. they do but For words are wise men's counters, reckon by them; but they are the money of fools. The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv. No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. Chap. xviii. 1 An untimely grave. - TATE AND BRADY: Psalm vii. WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.1 Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones, come and buy! They do grow, I answer, there, Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Cherry Ripe. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls Some asked how pearls did grow, and where? To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl. A sweet disorder in the dress A winning wave, deserving note, Do more bewitch me than when art 1 See Bacon, page 170. Ibid. Delight in Disorder. Ibid. You say to me-wards your affection 's strong; Love me Little, Love me Long. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To the Virgins to make much of Time. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers To Music, to becalm his Fever. Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. To Daffadills. Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.3 Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then,4 As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. Sorrows Succeed. To Mistress Susanna Southwell. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. 1 See Marlowe, page 41. The Night Piece to Julia. 2 Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered. Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8. - Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time. SPENSER: The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. 3 See Shakespeare, page 143. 4 Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out. SUCKLING Ballad upon a Wedding. |