'T is immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.

Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act i. Sc. I.
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
Loves t have his sails fill’d with a lusty wind,
Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship run on her side so low
That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1. He is at no end of his actions blest Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best.

Act v. Sc. 1. Words writ in waters. Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2. They're only truly great who are truly good. Ibid.

Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and wise. 4

Eastward Ho.5 Act i. Sc. 1. Make ducks and drakes with shillings.

Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia); for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Ibid. Enough 's as good as a feast. Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2. Fair words never hurt the tongue. Act iv. Sc. 1. Let pride go afore, shame will follow after. Ibid.

I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.

Act v. Sc. 1. As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

Epilogue to Translations. Promise is most given when the least is said.

Musæus of Hero and Leander.

WILLIAM' WARNER. 1558–1609.
With that she dasht her on the lippes,
So dyed double red :
Hard was the heart that gave the blow,
Soft were those lips that bled.

Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.
We thinke no greater blisse then such

To be as be we would,
When blessed none but such as be
The same as be they should.

Book x, chap. lix. stanza 68.

SIR RICHARD HOLLAND.

O Douglas, O Douglas !
Tendir and trewe.

The Buke of the Howlat.4 Stanza xxxi. 1 Dives and Pauper (1493). GASCOIGNE: Memories (1575). Fielding: Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6. BICKERSTAFF: Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1. See Heywood, page 20.

SIR JOHN HARRINGTON. 1561-1612.
Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason ?
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason."

Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5

SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out thorough, and his frailty find.?

History of the Civil War. Buok iv. Stanza 84. Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

Musophilus. Stanza 57. And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.

Stanza 97. This is the thing that I was born to do. Stanza 100. And who in time) knows whither we may vent

The treasure of our tongue ? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent

T'enrich unknowing nations with our stores ?
What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours ? 8

· Stanza 163. Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!

To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12. Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.

To Delia. Sonnet 51. 1 Prosperum ac felix scelus Virtus vocatur (Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue).

SENECA : Herc. Furens, ii. 250. 2 The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.

Waller : Verses upon his Dirine Poesy. 3 Westward the course of empire takes its way. - BERKELEY : On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563–1631.
Had in him those brave translunary things
That the first poets had.

(Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy. For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.

Ibid. The coast was clear.

Nymphidia. When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.

Ideas. An Allusion to the Eaglets. lxi.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565–1593.

Ibid.

Comparisons are odious. Lust's Dominion. Act ü. Sc. 4.
I’m armed with more than complete steel, –
The justice of my quarrel.3
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight ? 4

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 mountain yields.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

1 SOMERVILLE: The Night- Walker. 2 See Fortescuie, page 7.

8 Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,

And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant posies. Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Act i. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; 2 that is, more knave than fool. Act ü. Love me little, love me long. 8

Act iv. 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 : 4 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 burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man.

Ibid.

1 To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals ;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
SHAKESPEARE : Merry Wives of Windsor, act ii.

&c. i. (Sung by Evans). 2 Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. -- Matthew . 16. 8 See Heywood, page 16.

4 Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips.

TENNYSON : Fatima, stanza 3.
6 0, withered is the garland of the war!
The soldier's pole is fallen.

SHAKESPEARE: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13.