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

EDMUND WALLER.

1605–1687.
Verses
upon

his Divine Poesy.
The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,*
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home.

Upon the death of the Lord Protector.
Under the tropic is our language spoke,
And part of Flanders hath received our yoke.

On a Girdle.
A narrow compass ! and yet there
Dwelt all that 's good, and all that's fair !
Give me but what this ribbon bound,

Take all the rest the sun goes round.

Go, lovely Rose.
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair ;

* Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven ; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.

Holy and Profane State. Book i. ch. ii. — FULLER.

To a Lady singing a Song of his composing.
The eagle's fate and mine are one,

Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,

Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

MARQUIS OF MONTROSE.

1612-1650.

Song, "My Dear and only Love."
I'll make thee famous by my pen,
And glorious by my sword.

WILLIAM BASSE.

1613–1648.

On Shakespeare. 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.

JOHN MILTON.

1608-1674.

PARADISE LOST.

Book i. Line 10.

Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God.

Book i. Line 22.

What in me is dark,
Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.

Book i. Line 62.

Yet from those flames No light; but only darkness visible.

Book i. Line 65.

Where peace

And rest can never dwell: hope never comes, That comes to all.

Book i. Line 105.

What though the field be lost ? All is not lost.

Paradise Lost - Continued.

Book i. Line 249.

Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells ! Hail horrors ;

hail.

Book i. Line 253. A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

Book i. Line 261. Here we may reign secure, and in my

choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.

Book i. Line 275.

Heard so oft
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle.

Book i. Line 303. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched imbower.

Book i. Line 330. Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen!

Book i. Line 540.
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds :
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

Paradise Lost - Continued.

Book i. Line 550. In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders.

Book Line 591.

His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess Of glory obscured.

Book i. Line 597.
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.

Book i. Line 619. Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

Book i. Line 679. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven.

Book i. Line 742.

From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day.

Book ii. Line 2.

The wealth of Ormus and of Ind.

Book ii. Line 5.

By merit raised To that bad eminence.