Book iv

. The veil of Moses._

FOOTNOTES:

[182-5] And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 718._

[182-6] Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

GRAY: _Elegy, stanza 14._

JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625.

Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183-1] Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_

All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,-- Even we among ourselves.

_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_

Man is his own star; and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.[183-2]

_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183-3]

_The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2._

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

_Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1._

Let us do or die.[183-4]

_The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4._

Hit the nail on the head.

_Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1._

I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184-1]

_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2._

He went away with a flea in 's ear.

_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3._

There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy; O sweetest Melancholy![184-2]

_The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._

Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves.

_The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.

_The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._

And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October.[184-3]

_The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._

Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we,[184-4] As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree.

_The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2._

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184-5]

_The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2._

Something given that way.

_The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1._

Deeds, not words.[185-1]

_The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4._

FOOTNOTES:

[183-1] Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending him in

## particular all his life long.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy,

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