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Man-entered thus, he waxed like a Or Jove for his power to thunder.
His heart's his mouth: And, in the brunt of seventeen bat What his breast forces, that his tles since,
tongue must vent; He lurched all swords o' the garland, And, being angry,does forget that erer For this last,
He heard the name of death.
CORIOLANUS AT ANTIIN. And, by his rare example, made the coward
Coriolanus. – Hear'st thou, Mars! Turn terror into sport: as waves be Aufilius – Name not the gu, fore
thou boy of tears – A vessel under sail, so men obeyed,
IIa: And fell below his stem: his sword Auf. - No more. (death's stamp).
Cor. - Measureless liar, thou hast Where it did mark it took; from
made my heart face to foot
Too great for what contains it. Bor! He was a thing of blood, whose every
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time Was timed with dying cries; alone
that ever he entered
I was forced to scold. Your judsThe mortal gate o' the city, which
ments, my grave lords, he painted
Must give this cur the lie: and his With shunless destiny, aidless came
own notion off,
(Who wears my stripes impressed on And with a sudden re-enforcement
him; that must bear struck
My beating to his grave) shall join to Corioli, like a planet: now all's his:
thrust When by and by the din of war 'gan The lie unto him. pierce
Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and His reaily sense: then straight his - lads, doubled spirit
Stain all your edges on me. — Boy! Re-quickened what in flesh was fati
False hound! gate,
If you have writ your annals true, And to the battle came he; where
'tis there, he did
That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Run reeking o'er the lives of men, Fluttered your Volsces in Corioli: as if
Alone I did it. — Boy! ’Twere a perpetual spoil; and till we
SHAKSPEARE called Both field and city ours, he never stood
THE BLACK PRINCE. To ease his breast with panting.
Our spoils he kicked at, French King. – Think we King And looked upon things precious, as
Harry strong; they were
And, princes, look you strongly arm The common muck o' the world; he
to meet him. covets less
The kindred of him hath been Than misery itself would give; re
fleshed upon us; wards
And he is bred out of that blooty His devels with doing them; and is
That haunted usinour familiarpatiis : To spend the time to end it.
Witness our too much memorable His nature is too noble for the
When Cressy battle fatally was struck, He would not flatter Neptune for his | And all our princes captived, by the trident,
Of that black name, Edward, black | List his discourse of war, and you prince of Wales;
shall hear Whiles that his mountain sire, - on A fearful battle rendered you in mountain standing,
music: Upin the air, crowned with a golden Turn him to any cause of policy, suu,
The Gordian kuot of it he will unSaw his heroical seed, and smiled to
loose, see him
Familiar as his garter; that, when Mangle the work of nature, and deface
he speaks, The patterns that by God and by The air, à chartered libertine, is French fathers
still, Had twenty years been made. This And the mute wonder lurketh in is a stem
men's ears, Of that victorious stock; and let us To steal his sweet and honeyed senfear
tences; The native mightiness and fate of So that the air and practic part of him.
life SHAKSPEARE. Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Which is a wonder, how his grace
should glean it, HENRY V.
Since his addiction was to courses
vain: Canterbury. – The king is full of His companies unlettered, rude, and grace and fair regard.
shallow; Ely. — And a true lover of the His hours filled up with riots, banholy church.
quets, sports, Cant. — The courses of his youth And never noted in him any study, promised it not.
Any retirement, any sequestration The breath no sooner left his father's From open launts and popularity.
SHAKSPEARE. But that his wildness, mortified in
him, Seemed to die too; yea, at that very SPENSER AT COURT.
moment, Consideration like an angel came, Full little knowest thou, that hast And whipped the offending Adam
not tried, out of him;
What hell it is, in suing long to bide: Leaving his body as a paradise, To loose good daves that might be To envelop and contain celestial
better spent; spirits.
To waste long rights in pensive disNever was such a sudden scholar
To speed to-day, to be put back toNever came reformation in a flood,
morrow; With such a heady current, scouring
To feed on hope, to pine with feare faults:
and sorrow; Nor never hydra-headed wilfulness To have thy prince's grace, yet want So soon did lose his seat, and all at
her peors; once,
To have thiy asking, yet waite many As in this king.
yeares; Hear him but reason in divinity, To fret thy soule with crosses and And, all-admiring, with an inward
with cares; wish
To eate thy heart through comfortYou would desire, the king were
less despairs; made a prelate;
To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, Hear lin debate of commonwealth
to run, affairs,
To spend, to give, to want, to be You would say, - it hath been all
undone. in-all his study:
ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BED-| EPITAPH ON SIIAKSPEARE. FORD.
What needs my Shakspeare for his Tuus morning, timely rapt with
honored bones, holy fire,
The labor of an age in piled stoni? I thought to form unto my zealous Or that his hallowed relics should Muse
be hid What kind of creature I could most Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? desire
Dear son of Memory, great heir of To honor, serve, and love, as poets use.
fame, I meant to make her fair, and free, What needl'st thou such weak witand wise,
ness of thy name? Of greatest blood, and yet more Thou in our wonder and astonishigood than great;
ment I meant the Day-Star should not Hast built thyself a live long monubrighter rise,
ment. Nor lend like influence from his lu For whilst, to the shame of slor. cent seat.
endeavoring art I meant she should be courteous,
Thy easy numbers flow, and that facile, sweet,
each heart Hating that solemn vice of great Hath from the leaves of thy uDess, pride;
valued book I meant each softest virtue there Those Delphic lines with deep imshoud meet
pression took, Fit in that softer bosom to reside.
Then thou, our fancy of itself te Only a learned and a manly soul
reaving, I purposed her, that should, with Dost make us marble with too much even powers,
conceiving; The rock, the spindle, and the shears And so sepulchred in such pomp control
dost lie, Of Destiny, and spin her own free
That kings for such a tomb would
That kines for sue hours.
wish to die. Such when I meant to feign, and
MILTON. wished to see, My Muse bade Bedford write, and
EPITAPH. that was she. Ben Jonson. UNDERNEATI this stone doth lve
As much beauty as could dre;
Which in life did harbor give
To more virtue than doth live.
If at all she had a faut, A full assurance given by looks,
Leave it buried in this rault. Continual comfort in a face,
One name was ElizabethThe lineaments of Gospel books! The other, let it sleep with death: I trow, that countenance cannot
Fitter, where it dved to tell, lie
Than that it lived at all. Farewell! Whose thoughts are legible in
BEX JOxsos. the eye. Was ever eye did see that face, TRANSLATION OF COWLEYS
Was ever ear did hear that tongue, EPIGRAM ON FRANCIS DRAKE. Was ever mind did mind his grace That ever thought the travel long? The stars above will make thee But eves and ears, and every
If man were silent here:
UNDERNEATH this sable hearse
TO WILLIAM SIDNEY, ON HIS
'Twill be exacted of your name whose
UVEDALE, thou piece of the first times, a man
son, Made for what Nature could, or Whose nephew, whose grandchild Virtue can;
you are: Both whose dimensions lost, the And men will then world might find
Say you have followed far, Restored in thy body, and thy mind! When well begun: Who sees a soul in such a body set, Which must be now: they teach you Might love the treasure for the cabi
And he that stays But I, no child, no fool, respect the To live until to-morrow, bath lost kind
two days. The full, the glowing graces there
The birthday shines, when logs not Which, (would the world not miscall
burn, but men. it flattery,)
Ben Jonson. I could adore, almost to idolatry.
PRAYER TO BEN JONSON.
WIEN I a verse shall make, TO THE COUNTESS OF RUT Know I have prayed thee, LAND.
For ola religion's sake,
Saint Ben, to aid me. There, like a rich and golden pyramid,
Make the way smooth for me,
Honoring thee, on my knee
Candles I'll give to thee, Your form imprest there, not with And a new altar; tickling rhymes
And thou, Saint Ben, shalt be Or common-places filched, that take
er. these times,
HERRICK. But high and noble matter, such as
flies From brains entranced, and filled TO LIVE MERRILY, AND TO with ecstasies,
TRUST TO GOOD VERSES. Moods which the god-like Sidney oft did prove,
Now is the time for mirth, And your brave friend and mine so Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; well did love.
For the flowry earth,
The golden pomp is come;
For now each tree does wear, Made of her pap and gum,
Rich beads of amber here. Now reigns the Rose, and now
The Arabian dew besmears My uncontrolled brow,
And my retorted hairs. Homer! this health to thee,
In sack of such a kind, That it would make thee see,
Though thou wert ne'er so blind. Next, Virgil l'll call forth,
To pledge this second health
An Indian commonwealth.
To Ovid ; and suppose
The world had all one nose.
Of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up
To that terse muse of thine. Wild I am now with heat,
O Bacchus! cool thy rays; Or frantic I shall eat
Thy Thyrse, and bite the Bays. Round, round, the roof does run;
And being ravisht thus, Come, I will drink a tun
To my Propertius. Now, to Tibullus next,
This flood I drink to thee; But stay, I see a text,
That this presents to me. Behold! Tibullus lies
Here hunt, whose small return Of ashes scarce sutlice
To fill a little urn.
SONNET. ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE
OF TWENTY-THREE. How soon hath Time, the subtle
thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three and
twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full
career, But my late spring no bud or
blossom show'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive
the truth, That I to mauhood am arrived so
near, And inward ripeness doth much
less appear, That some more timely-happy
spirits indu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest meas.
ure even To that same lot, howerer mean
or high, Toward which Time leads ine, and
the will of Heaven: All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-master's eye.
ODE TO BEN JONSON.
Say how or when
Made at the Sun,
And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Or send to us
But teach us yet Wisely to husband it, Lest we that talent spend: And having once brought to an end
That precious stock, the store Of such a wit, the world should have 10 more.
Trust to good verses then;
They only will aspire, When pyramids, as men,
Are lost in the funeral fire.
In Lethe, to be drowned;