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It is the mind that maketh good or ill,
That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance, at his will,"
Hath not enough, but wants in greater store;
And other, that hath little, asks no more, But in that little is both rich and wise;
For wisdom is most riches ;8 fools therefore They are whicho fortune do by vows devise, 10 Sith each unto himself his life may fortunize."
And is there care in Heaven ? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move?
There is :-else much more wretched were the case Of men than beast : But, O! th’exceeding grace
Of Highest God—that loves His creatures so,
mercy doth embrace,
To come to succour us that succour want!
5 wretch, wretched. 6
some is here used for someопе. 7 will, in his power. 8 The greatest riches. 9 which, then used for who. It is
80, also, in the English Bible.
10 devise, who plan or expect to get
fortune by sitting idle, and promising such and such things, if
the heavens should favour them. 11 fortunize, make fortunate. I to men. o embrace, enfold.
How oft do they with golden pinions cleave
The flitting skies, like flying Poursuivants, Against foul fiends to aid us, militant !5
They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright Squadrons round about us plant ;
And all for love, and nothing for reward : O, why should Heavenly God to men have such regard ?
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.-Born, 1554; Died, 1586. Famous as the ideal of an accomplished scholar, a man of genius, a brave soldier, a noble gentleman, and one of the most generous of
He was killed at the skirmish of Zutphen, in Holland, at the age of 32, and was buried with great pomp in Old St. Paul's. Besides some poems, he wrote a prose romance, called “ Arcadia.”
COME, Sleep, 0 Sleep! the certain knot of peace,
3 Aitting skies, the skies that seem
to fly away from behind them
as they glide so swiftly. 4 poursuivants, a royal messenger, lit.
attendant on the Heralds. 5 by fighting for us. I knot of peace, that wh'ch knits or binds peace to us.
? baiting-place of wit. Our
Wearied wit or intellect refreshes itself in sleep, as the body does
by food. Bait is from bite. 3 shield of proof, which can turn
off the darts of despair. 4 wars between opposing principles
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ;
JOHN LYLY.—Born, 1551. Died, 1600. Lyly was born in Kent, and attended both Universities. He is chiefly known for having invented a bombastię style of writing, which was known as Euphuism, and is ridiculed by Shakspeare. There is nothing of it in the following exquisite lines, however.
CUPID AND CAMPASPÉ.
What shall, alas, become of me? 5 He gives these things to Sleep to 2 Campaspe, the writer's lady-love. win her favour.
3 Cupid is painted with these. 6 bring not sleep.
4 Venus, Cupid's mother, had a cha? the image of her whom he loves
riot drawn by doves, and the will all his soul in its sleepless sparrow was sacred to her hours.
6 Cupid is fabled as blind, i Cupid, the God of Love.
DR. THOS. LODGE.—Born, 1556; Died, 1625 He was from Lincoln, and was educated at Oxford; practised as a physician in London, and died of the plague, in 1625. He wrote several plays, and translated Josephus.
Love, in my bosom, like a bee,
Doth suck his sweet :
Now with his feet:
His bed amid my tender breast;
Ah, wanton, will ye !
And if I sleep, then pierceth he
With pretty slight;
The live-long night.
He music plays if but I sing;
Ah! wanton, will ye!
Else I with roses, every day,
Will whip you hence,
For your offence;
I'll shut my eyes to keep you in,
I'll make you fast it, for your sin,
If he gainsay me?
With many a rod ?
Because a god.
And let thy bower my bosom be;
Spare not, but play thee!
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.—Born, 1502: Died, 1593. A dramatic writer of high promise. He was an M.A. of Cambridge, and immediately preceded Shakspeare as an author. He died at the age of thirty-one, in a disgraceful quarrel. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.
Come live with me and be my love,
1 I like thee.
a madrigal, lit., a shepherd's song.