SONNETS.

As ever in my great task-master's eye. Sonnet vii.

Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

Sonnet xxii.

Of which all Europe rings from side to side.

But O, as to embrace me she inclined,

Sonnet xxii.

I waked; she fled; and day brought back my

night.

Under a star-y pointing pyramid.

Sonnet xxiii.

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame.

Epitaph on Shakspeare.

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BASSE. VAUGHAN.-L'ESTRANGE.

WILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648.

Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer Spenser, to make room

For Shakspeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
On Shakspeare.

HENRY VAUGHAN. 1614-1695.

I see them walking in an air of glory

Whose light doth trample on my days;

My days which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.

They are all gone.

Dear beauteous death; the jewel of the just.

Ibid.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted

themes.

And into glory peep.

Ibid.

ROGER L'ESTRANGE. 1616-1704.

Though this may be play to you,

'T is death to us.*

Fables from several Authors. Fable 398.

* One man's anguish is another's sport.

Young. Satire vii.

SAMUEL BUTLER. 1612-1680.

HUDIBRAS.

We grant, altho' he had much wit.

He was very shy of using it.

Part i. Canto i. Line 45.

Besides, 't is known he could speak Greek

As naturally as pigs squeak.

That Latin was no more difficile,

Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle.

Part i. Canto i. Line 51.

He could distinguish, and divide

A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side.

Part i. Canto i. Line 67.

For rhetoric, he could not ope

His mouth, but out there flew a trope.

Part i. Canto i. Line 81.

Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For every why he had a wherefore.

He knew what's what, and
As metaphysic wit can fly.

Part i. Canto i. Line 131. that's as high

Part i. Canto i. Line 149.

Such as take lodgings in a head
That's to be let unfurnished.*

Part i. Canto i. Line 161.

* Often the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath built many stories high. — Fuller. Holy and Profane States. B. v. ch. xviii.

And prove their doctrine orthodox,
By apostolic blows and knocks.

Part i. Canto i. Line 199.

Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

Part i. Canto i. Line 215.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses,

With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

Part i. Canto i. Line 463.

And force them, though it was in spite

Of Nature, and their stars, to write.

Part i. Canto i. Line 647.

Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat;
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."

*

Part i. Canto i. Line 821.

Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.

Part i. Canto i. Line 852.

With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,

Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.

Part i. Canto ii. Line 831.

Ay me! what perils do environ

The man that meddles with cold iron.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 1.

Nor do I know what is become

Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 263.

He had got a hurt

Of the inside of a deadlier sort.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 309.

* See Proverbs, p. 409.

I am not now in fortune's power;

He that is down can fall no lower.*

Part i. Canto iii. line 877.

Thou hast

Outrun the Constable at last.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367.

Some force whole regions, in despite

O' geography, to change their site;

Make former times shake hands with latter,

And that which was before come after.
But those that write in rhyme still make
The one verse for the other's sake;
For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
I think 's sufficient at one time.

Part ii. Canto i. Line 23.

Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers

Say, fools for arguments use wagers.

Part ii. Canto i. Line 297.

For what is worth in anything,

But so much money as 't will bring.

Part ii. Canto i. Line 465.

Love is a boy by poets styled;

Then spare the rod and spoil the child.†

Part ii. Canto i. Line 843.

The sun had long since in the lap

Of Thetis taken out his nap,

*He that is down need fear no fall.

Bunyan. Pilgrim's Progress.

He that spareth his rod hateth his son.

Proverbs, ch. xiii. 24