Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.1

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.

Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.3

[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,

1 Methought I saw my late espoused saint. MILTON: Sonnet xxiii. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.. WORDSWORTH: Sonnet.

2 If she be not so to me,

What care I how fair she be ?

GEORGE WITHER: The Shepherd's Resolution. "Her Majesty,

8 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye.

either espying or being shown it, did under-write, If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"- FULLER: Worthies of England, vol. i. p. 419.

That darksome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Faerie Queene. Canto ix. St. 35

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,

No arborett with painted blossoms drest

And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd

To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

And is there care in Heaven? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ?

Canto viii. St. 1.

How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want!
Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.

St. 2.

Canto xii. St. 70.

Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,1
In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2

Book iii. Canto i. St. 17.

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,3
And her conception of the joyous Prime..

Canto vi. St. 3.

Roses red and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.*

St. 6.

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.

1 Through thick and thin. DRAYTON: Nymphidio. MIDDLETON: The Roaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2. KEMP: Nine Days' Wonder. BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto ii. line 370. DRYDEN: Absalom and Achitophel, part ii. line 414. POPE: Dunciad, book ii. CowPER: John Gilpin.

2 See Skelton, rage 8.

3 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning. - Psalm cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer.

4 De l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace (Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness). — DANTON: Speech in the Legislative Assembly, 1792.

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

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 hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.

Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid,
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.2

I was promised on a time

Daphnaida, v. 407.

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

I received nor rhyme nor reason.3

Amoretti, lxx.

Lines on his Promised Pension.

1 Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares. - PLUTARCH: Of the Training of Children.

But suffered idleness

To eat his heart away.

BRYANT: Homer's Iliad, book 1. line 319.

2 Take Time by the forelock. - THALES (of Miletus). 636-546 B. C. 3 Rhyme nor reason. - Pierre Patelin, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. Farce du Vendeur des Lieures, sixteenth century. PEELE: Edward I. SHAKESPEARE: As You Like It. act iii. sc. 2; Merry Wives of Windsor, act v. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2.

Sir Thomas More advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript to read, 66 to put it in rhyme." Which being done, Sir Thomas said, "Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it was neither rhyme nor reason."

4 FULLER: Worthies of England, vol. ii. p. 379.