Bacon continued.]

The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.1

Ibid. Book ii.

For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to

the next ages.

From his Will.

RICHARD ALLISON.

There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow:
There cherries grow that none may buy
Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.

From An Howres Recreation in Musike, 1606.

Those cherries fairly do enclose

Of orient pearl a double row,

Which, when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds fill'd with snow.

Ibid.

1 The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before. — Adv. of Learning, ed. Dewey. Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per immundos transeat, non inquinatur. St. Augustine, Works, Vol. 3, In Johannis Evang., Cap. 1. Tr. v. § 15. The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpolluted in his beam. — Taylor, Holy Living, Ch. i. Sect..3.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam. — Milton, The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce.

GEORGE PEELE.

1552-1598.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,
But spurn'd in vaine; youth waneth by en-
Sonnet ad fin. Polyhymnia.

creasing.

His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turn'd to holy psalms; A man at arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.

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,

Ibid.

From the Arraignment of Paris.

JOHN HEYWOOD.

-1565.

The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,

As sages in all times assert;

The happy man 's without a shirt.

Be Merry Friends.

Let the world slide, let the world go:

A fig for care, and a fig for woe!

If I can't pay, why I can owe,

And death makes equal the high and low.

SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.

How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!

The Character of a Happy Life.

And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend.

Ibid.

Lord of himself, though not of lands;

And having nothing, yet hath all.

Ibid.

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes

More by your number than your light,
You common people of the skies;

What are you when the moon1 shall rise?
To his Mistress, ihe Queen of Bohemia.

I am but a gatherer and disposer of other
Preface to the Elements of Architecture.

men's stuff.

Hanging was the worst use man could be put to. The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex. An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth.2

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1 "sun" in Reliquie Wottonianæ, Eds. 1651, 1672, 1685. 2 In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, This merry definition of an Ambassador I had chanced to set down at my friend's Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album."

142 Harrington.

Daniel.

Drayton.

[Wotton continued.

The itch of disputing will prove the scab of A Panegyric to King Charles.

churches.1

SIR JOHN HARRINGTON.

1561-1612.

Treason doth never prosper, what's the reason? Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.2

Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5.

SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619.

Unless above himself he can

Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12.

MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631.

For that fine madness still he did retain, Which rightly should possess a poet's brain. (Of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy.

1 In his will, he directed the stone over his grave to be thus inscribed:

Hic jacet hujus sententiæ primus author :
DISPUTANDI PRURITUS ECCLESIARUM SCABIES.

Nomen alias quære.

Walton's Life of Wotton.

2 Prosperum ac felix scelus

Virtus vocatur.

Seneca, Herc. Furens, 2, 250.

Barnfield. Donne.

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RICHARD BARNFIELD. (Born circa 1570.)

As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade

Which a grove of myrtles made.

Address to the Nightingale.

DR. JOHN DONNE.

1573-1631.

He was the Word, that spake it;
He took the bread and brake it ;
And what that Word did make it,
I do believe and take it.

Divine Poems. On the Sacrament.

We understood

Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought. Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury.

She and comparisons are odious.2

1 This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of Poems in Divers Humours, published in 1598. 2 Cf. Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Pt. iii. Sc. 3. Mem. 1. Subs. 2. Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Granger, Golden Aphroditis.