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: _Nymphidiæ._ 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,