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JOHN LYLY. _Circa_ 1553-1601.
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses: Cupid paid. He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows: Loses them too. Then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple on his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes: She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
_Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5._
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morne not waking til she sings.[32-1]
_Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1._
Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.[32-2]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 39._
Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.[32-3]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 46._
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 47._
I cast before the Moone.[32-4]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 78._
It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.[32-5]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 80._
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble;[32-6] many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.[32-7]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 81._
He reckoneth without his Hostesse.[32-8] Love knoweth no lawes.
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 84._
Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?[32-9]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 93._
Lette me stande to the maine chance.[33-1]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 104._
I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.[33-2]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 107._
It is a world to see.[33-3]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 116._
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.[33-4]
_Euphues and his Euphoebus, page 153._
A clere conscience is a sure carde.[33-5]
_Euphues, page 207._
As lyke as one pease is to another.
_Euphues, page 215._
Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.[33-6]
_Euphues and his England, page 229._
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
_Euphues and his England, page 252._
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
_Euphues and his England, page 279._
Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.[33-7]
_Euphues and his England, page 287._
Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde.
_Euphues and his England, page 289._
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
_Euphues and his England, page 308._
A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.[33-8]
_Euphues and his England, page 314._
FOOTNOTES:
[32-1] Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise.
SHAKESPEARE: _Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3._
[32-2] Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy.
SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act i. sc. 3._
[32-3] The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4._
[32-4] See Heywood, page 11.
[32-5] A brown study.--SWIFT: _Polite Conversation._
[32-6] Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow.--PLUTARCH: _Of the Training of Children._
Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). LUCRETIUS: _i. 314._
[32-7] Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
SHAKESPEARE: _3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1._
[32-8] See Heywood, page 12.
[32-9] Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii . sec. ii. mem. i. subs. 1._
[33-1] The main chance.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1._ BUTLER: _Hudibras,