If so be you ask me where

They do grow, I answer, there,

Where my Julia's lips do smile,

There's the land, or cherry-isle. Cherry Rif.

Fall on me like a silent dew,'

Or like those maiden showers, Which, by the peep of day, do strew

A baptism o'er the flowers.

To Music, to becalm his Fever.

Fair daffadills, we weep to see

You haste away so soon:

As yet the early rising sun

Has not attained his noon. To Daffadills.

A sweet disorder in the dress

Kindles in clothes a wantonness.

Delight in Disorder.

A winning wave, deserving note,

In the tempestuous petticoat,
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,

Do more bewitch me, than when art

Is too precise in every part.

Ibid.

Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.1

Sorrows Succeed.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.2

Love me little, love me long.

1 See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7; Young's

Night Thoughts, iii. Line 63.

2 Love me little, love me long. - Marlowe, The Jew of Malta, Act iv. Sc. 5.

Herrick.- Shirley. - Kepler. 169

Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.1

Seek and Find.

JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666.

The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hands on kings.

Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. iii.

Only the actions of the just 2

Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.3

Ibid.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

Cupid and Death. Song.

JOHN KEPLER. 1571-1630.

It may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer. From Brewster's Martyrs of Science, p. 197.

1 Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet - Terence, Heauton Timorumenos, iv. 2, 8.

2 The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.

Tate and Brady. Psalm cxii. 6. 3 'their dust.' Works, ed. Dyce, Vol. vi.

170

Clarendon. - Lovelace.

EDWARD HYDE CLARENDON.

1608-1674

He [Sir John Hambden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief.1

History of the Rebellion, Vol. iii. Book vii. § 84.

RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658.

Oh! could you view the melody

Of every grace,

And music of her face,2

You'd drop a tear ;

Seeing more harmony
In her bright eye,
Than now you hear.

Orpheus to Beasts.

I could not love thee, dear, so much,

Loved I not honour more.

To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.

1 In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve,

a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.

Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Ch. xlviii.

Gibbon,

Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. Junius, Letter xxxvii. Feb. 14, 1770. 2 There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. Sir Thomas Browne, Relig. Med. Part ii. The mind, the music breathing from her face.

Byron, Bride of Abydos, Canto i. St. 6.

When flowing cups pass swiftly round

With no allaying Thames.1

To Althea from Prison, ii.

Fishes, that tipple in the deep,

Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage;

Minds innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above

Enjoy such liberty.

JOHN WEBSTER.

Ibid.

Ibid. iv.

- 1638.

'Tis just like a summer bird-cage in a garden; the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption, for fear they shall never get out.2

The White Devil. Acti. Sc. 2.

1 A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tyber in 't. — Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Act ii. Sc. 1,

2 Le mariage est comme une forteresse assiégée; ceux qui sont dehors veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir. - Un proverbe Arabe. Quitard,

Études sur les Proverbes Français, p. 102.

It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out. Montaigne, Essays, Ch. v. Vol. iii.

Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been

To public feasts, where meet a public rout,

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd to near have neither heat nor light.1 Ibid. Activ. Sc. 4.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.

Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2.

Where they that are without would fain go in,
And they that are within would fain go out.

Sir John Davies, Contention betwixt a Wife, &c.
(From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody.)

Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in? Emerson, Representative Men: Montaigne.

1 Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.

Robert Hegge, On Love.
We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less.
Yalden, Against Enjoyment.

As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.

Garth, The Dispensatory, Canto iii. 27. "T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, Parti. Line 7.