3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the

sea.

1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Venus and Adonis. Line 145.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Line 1019.

Line 1027.

Lucrece. Line 1006.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
And stretched metre of an antique song.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

The painful warrior famoused for fight,1
After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.

Sonnet in.

Sonnet xvii.

Sonnet xviii.

Sonnet xxv.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.

1 "Worth" in White.

Sonnet xxx.

Sonnet xxxiii.

Sonnet l

Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.

Sonnet lii

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

Sonnet liv.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

Sonnet lv.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

And art made tongue-tied by authority.

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
The ornament of beauty is suspect,

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

Sonnet læv.

Sonnet lævi.

Ibid.

Sonnet lxx.

That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

Sonnet lxxiii.

Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live - such virtue hath my pen -
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

Do not drop in for an after-loss.

Sonnet lxxxi.

Sonnet lxxxvii.

Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,

To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.

Sonnet xc.

When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.

And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.

My nature is subdu'd

To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.

'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own.
That full star that ushers in the even.

So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passion in his craft of will.

Sonnet xcviit.

Sonnet cv.

Sonnet cvi.

Sonnet cri

Sonnet cxvi.

Sonnet cxxi.

Ibid.

Sonnet cxxxii.

A Lover's Complaint. Line 120.

O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear.
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.

Crabbed age and youth

Cannot live together.

Ibid. Line 288.

The Passionate Pilgrim. iii.

Ibid. viii.

Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?

Cursed be he that moves my bones.

Ibid. xiv.

Shakespeare's Epitaph

FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.

(Works: Spedding and Ellis).

I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto. Maxims of the Law. Prefuce.

Come home to men's business and bosoms.

Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625.

No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.

Of Truth.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.

Of Death.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out. Of Revenge.

It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics), that "The good things which belong to prosperity are to be wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired." Of Adversity.

It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god."

Ibid.

Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the blessing of the New.

Ibid.

Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. Ibid.

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Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.1

Of Adversity.

He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. Of Marriage and Single Life. Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses."

Ibid.

Men in great place are thrice servants, servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business. Of Great Place. Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill." Of Boldness.

The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.

The remedy is worse than the disease.1

1 As aromatic plants bestow

No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crushed or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Of Goodness.

Of Seditions.

GOLDSMITH: The Captivity, act i.

The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

ROGERS: Jacqueline, stanza 3.

2 BURTON (quoted): Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 2, memb. 5,

subsect. 5.

* Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes;

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,

Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

POPE: Essay on Man, ep. i. line 125

♦ There are some remedies worse than the disease. - PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 301.