book iv. chap. iv._ GOSSON: _Ephemerides of Phialo._ PEELE:
_Edward I._
[18-10] Others set carts before the horses.--RABELAIS: _book v. chap. xxii._
[19-1] GASCOIGNE: _Roses, 1575._ _Title of a Book of Epigrams, 1608._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Scornful Lady, act i. sc. 1_; _The Sea Voyage, act i. sc. 2_.
[19-2] To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast.--SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry IV. act iv. sc. 2._
[19-3] Be the day short or never so long, At length it ringeth to even song.
Quoted at the Stake by George Tankerfield (1555).
FOX: _Book of Martyrs, chap. vii. p. 346._
[19-4] _Jack Jugler, p. 46._ RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xi._ BLACKLOCH: _Hatchet of Heresies, 1565._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto iii. line 263._
[19-5] What is bred in the bone will never come out of the flesh.--PILPAY: _The Two Fishermen, fable xiv._
It will never out of the flesh that 's bred in the bone.--JONSON: _Every Man in his Humour, act i. sc. 1._
[19-6] None so deaf as those that will not hear.--MATHEW HENRY: _Commentaries. Psalm lviii._
[19-7] He has the wrong sow by the ear.--JONSON: _Every Man in his Humour, act ii. sc. 1._
[19-8] See Chaucer, page 6.
[19-9] CHAPMAN: _Widow's Tears, 1612._
A proverb in the time of Saint Bernard was, Qui me amat, amet et canem meum (Who loves me will love my dog also).--_Sermo Primus._
THOMAS TUSSER. _Circa_ 1515-1580.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.[20-8]
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry._
Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A Description of the Properties of Wind._
At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. The Farmer's Daily Diet._
Such, mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man.[21-1]
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. April's Abstract._
Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing.
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. June's Abstract._
'T is merry in hall Where beards wag all.[21-2]
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. August's Abstract._
Naught venture naught have.[21-3]
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. October's Abstract._
Dry sun, dry wind; Safe bind, safe find.[21-4]
_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Washing._
FOOTNOTES:
[20-1] _Falstaff._ What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
_Pistol._ Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry IV. act v. sc. 3._
[20-2] Give an inch, he 'll take an ell.--WEBSTER: _Sir Thomas Wyatt._
[20-3] Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?--HERBERT: _The Size._
[20-4] Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. i. mem. iii._
[20-5] For buying or selling of pig in a poke.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. September Abstract._
[20-6] You have there hit the nail on the head.--RABELAIS: _bk. iii. ch. xxxi._
[20-7] _Dives and Pauper, 1493._ GASCOIGNE: _Poesies, 1575._ POPE: _Horace, book i. Ep. vii. line 24._ FIELDING: _Covent Garden Tragedy, act v. sc. 1._ BICKERSTAFF: _Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1._
[20-8] God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.--JOHN TAYLOR: _Works, vol. ii. p. 85_ (1630). RAY: _Proverbs._ GARRICK: _Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation._
[21-1] On the authority of M. Cimber, of the Bibliotheque Royale, we owe this proverb to Chevalier Bayard: "Tel maitre, tel valet."
[21-2] Merry swithe it is in halle, When the beards waveth alle.
_Life of Alexander, 1312._
This has been wrongly attributed to Adam Davie. There the line runs,--
Swithe mury hit is in halle, When burdes waiven alle.
[21-3] See Heywood, page 15.
[21-4] See Heywood, page 10. SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 5._
RICHARD EDWARDS. _Circa_ 1523-1566.
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.[21-5]
_The Paradise of Dainty Devices._
FOOTNOTES:
[21-5] The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 24._
Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.--LYLY: _Euphues._
The falling out of lovers is the renewing of love.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 2._
Amantium irae amoris integratiost (The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love).--TERENCE: _Andria, act iii. sc. 5._
EDWARD DYER. _Circa_ 1540-1607.
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
_MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17._[22-1]
Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more: They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I have; they pine, I live.
_MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17._
FOOTNOTES:
[22-1] There is a very similar but anonymous copy in the British Museum. Additional MS. 15225, p. 85. And there is an imitation in J. Sylvester's Works, p. 651.--HANNAH: _Courtly Poets._
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find, As far exceeds all earthly bliss That God and Nature hath assigned. Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
BYRD: _Psalmes, Sonnets, etc. 1588._
My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health.
ROBERT SOUTHWELL (1560-1595): _Loo Home._
Mens regnum bona possidet (A good mind possesses a kingdom).--SENECA: _Thyestes, ii. 380._
BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-1607.
I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood.
_Gammer Gurton's Needle._[22-2] _Act ii._
Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.
_Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act ii._
FOOTNOTES:
[22-2] Stated by Dyce to be from a MS. of older date than _Gammer Gurton's Needle_. See Skelton's Works (Dyce's ed.), vol. i. pp. vii-x, _note_.
THOMAS STERNHOLD. _Circa_ 1549.
The Lord descended from above And bow'd the heavens high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky.
On cherubs and on cherubims Full royally he rode; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad.
_A Metrical Version of Psalm civ._
MATHEW ROYDON. _Circa_ 1586.
A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes.
_An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill._[23-1]
Was never eie did see that face, Was never eare did heare that tong, Was never minde did minde his grace, That ever thought the travell long; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught.
_An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill._
FOOTNOTES:
[23-1] This piece (ascribed to Spenser) was printed in _The Phoenix' Nest, 4to, 1593_, where it is anonymous. Todd has shown that it was written by Mathew Roydon.
SIR EDWARD COKE. 1549-1634.
The gladsome light of jurisprudence.
_First Institute._
Reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason. . . . The law, which is perfection of reason.[24-1]
_First Institute._
For a man's house is his castle, _et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium_.[24-2]
_Third Institute. Page 162._
The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence as for his repose.
_Semayne's Case, 5 Rep. 91._
They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls.
_Case of Sutton's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32._
Magna Charta is such a fellow that he will have no sovereign.
_Debate in the Commons, May 17, 1628._
Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on Nature fix.[24-3]
Translation of lines quoted by Coke.
FOOTNOTES:
[24-1] Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.--SIR JOHN POWELL: _Coggs_ vs. _Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. Rep. p. 911._
[24-2] _Pandects, lib. ii. tit. iv. De in Jus vocando._
[24-3] Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven; Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.
Sir WILLIAM JONES.
GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing.
_Sonnet. Polyhymnia._
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.
_Sonnet. Polyhymnia._
My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse!
_Cupid's Curse._
SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618.
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love.
_The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd._
Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.
_Fain Would I._
Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.[25-1]
_The Silent Lover._
Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty: A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity.
_The Silent Lover._
Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
_The Lie._
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.[26-1]
_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._
Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell?
_Poem._
If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be?[26-2]
_Poem._
If she seem not chaste to me, What care I how chaste she be?
_Poem._
Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.[26-3]
[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, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, _Hic jacet!_
_Historie of the World. Book v. Part 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[25-1] Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest rivers flow with the least sound).--Q. CURTIUS, vii. 4. 13.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.--SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry VI. act iii. sc. i._
[26-1] Methought I saw my late espoused saint.--MILTON: _Sonnet_ xxiii.
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.--WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet._
[26-2] If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?
GEORGE WITHER: _The Shepherd's Resolution._
[26-3] Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, 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._
EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1599.
Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.[27-1]
_Faerie Queene. Introduction. St. 1._
A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 1._
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 9._
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 35._
A bold bad man.[27-2]
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 37._
Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4._
Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall![27-3]
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 1._
As when in Cymbrian plaine An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,[27-4] And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 11._
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 40._
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. Book i. 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.
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12._
And is there care in Heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 1._
How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want!
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 2._
Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto xii. St. 70._
Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,[28-1] In hope her to attain by hook or crook.[28-2]
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto i. St. 17._
Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,[28-3] And her conception of the joyous Prime.
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3._
Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6._
Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.[28-4]
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54._
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
_Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32._
For all that Nature by her mother-wit[29-1] Could frame in earth.
_Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x. St. 21._
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
_Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 43._
Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?[29-2]
_Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 42._
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne; For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed As by his manners.
_Faerie Queene. Book vi. Canto iii. St. 1._
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might, And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
_Faerie Queene. Book vii. Canto xi. St. 33._
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
_An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132._
For all that faire is, is by nature good;[29-3] That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
_An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 139._
To kerke the narre from God more farre,[29-4] Has bene an old-sayd sawe; And he that strives to touche a starre Oft stombles at a strawe.
_The Shepheardes Calender. July. Line 97._
Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow. . . . . . . . . . To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;[30-1] 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.
_Daphnaida, v. 407._
Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.[30-2]
_Amoretti, lxx._
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.[30-3]
_Lines on his Promised Pension._[30-4]
Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, And blesseth her with his two happy hands.
_Epithalamion. Line 223._
FOOTNOTES:
[27-1] And moralized his song.--POPE: _Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line 340._
[27-2] This bold bad man.--SHAKESPEARE: _Henry VIII. act ii. sc. 2._ MASSINGER: _A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2._
[27-3] Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron!
BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 1._
[27-4] "Milky Mothers,"--POPE: _The Dunciad, book ii. line 247._ SCOTT: _The Monastery, chap. xxviii._
[28-1] Through thick and thin.--DRAYTON: _Nymphidiae._ 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._
[28-2] See Skelton, page 8.
[28-3] The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.--_Psalm cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer._
[28-4] 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._
[29-1] Mother wit.--MARLOWE: _Prologue to Tamberlaine the Great,