* Sometimes called " corpse candles," "fetch-lights," or "dead men's candles." + After a fearful and marvellous punishment, the ancient man repents, and is allowed to return to his own country. But he is obliged still to pass from land to land, and now and again is seized with a "woeful agony," which lasts till his tale is told. He concludes by saying that his troubles and sufferings taught him this lesson in the end :

"He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast."

Not to seem senseless of the bob: * if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomized +

Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave

To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.

Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good?
Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin :

For thou thyself hast been a libertine ;

And all the embossed sores, and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,

That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,

Till that the wearer's very means do ebb?
What is he of basest function,§

That says his bravery is not of my cost,||

Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits

His folly to the mettle ¶ of my speech?

There then; How then? what then? Let me see wherein
My tongue hath wrong'd him : if it do him right,

Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,

Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies,

Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here?

Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn.

Why, I have eat none yet.

Orl. Forbear, and eat no more.
Faq.
Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be served.

Faq. Of what kind should this cock come of?

Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress,
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,

That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point

* To have missed perceiving the blow or sarcasm.

+ Laid bare; criticized.

His finery is not at my expense.

A coin.

§ Of meanest occupation. The spirit; real meaning.

* If.

Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred,
And know some nurture. But forbear, I say;
He dies that touches any of this fruit

Till I and my affairs are answered.

*

Faq. An you will not be answer'd with reason,

I must die.

Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orl. I almost die for food; and let me have it.

Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you :

I thought that all things had been savage here ;

And therefore put I on the countenance

Of stern commandment.

But whate'er you are,

That in this desert inaccessible,

Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;

If ever you have look'd on better days;

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;

If ever sat at any good man's feast;

If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied,
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:
In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And sat at good men's feasts; and wiped our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd :
And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be minister'd.

Orl. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Whiles,† like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first sufficed,

+ The genitive of the noun while (A. S. hwil = time) used as an adverb. At got added early in the 13th century. Cp. amidst

amides.

ALFRED TENNYSON: 1809

The Days that are no more." From "The Princess
See p. 132.

TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair,
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the under-world,
Sad as the last which reddens over one

That sinks with all we love below the verge ;*
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half awaken`d birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes

The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

LORD BYRON: 1788—1824

Ancient and Modern Greece." From "The Giaour.”+

See p. 78. "lays.

"The Giaour" is one of the Eastern romances inspired by Scott's Full of a dark morbid despair and cruel heart-break, yet in parts exquisitely beautiful, it is much inferior in spirit and execution to its more popular prototypes. In the following extract Byron grieves over the lifeless form of that Greece which he tried so manfully and so vainly to rouse.

* Horizon

HE who hath bent him o'er the dead,

Ere the first day of death is fled,
The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress,

↑ The Turkish name for “infidel.” generally applied by Mussulmans to Christians.