"WHEN I CONSIDER LIFE, 'TIS ALL A CHEAT; ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 47 Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear, when day did close : Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Space to breathe, how short soever : [BEN JONSON. From the play of "Cynthia's Revels."] "BETWEEN TWO WORLDS, LIFE HOVERS LIKE A STAR 'TWIXT NIGHT AND MORN."-LORD BYRON. LIFE AND DEATH. HE ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds; YET, FOOLED WITH HOPE, MEN FAVOUR THE DECEIT."-DRYDEN, "LIFE, LIKE A DOME OF MANY-COLOURED GLASS, STAINS THE WHITE RADIANCE OF ETERNITY."-SHELLEY. "NOT TO KNOW VICE AT ALL, AND KEEP TRUE STATE, IS VIRTUE AND NOT FATE."-BEN JONSON. GREAT ACTIONS OFT OBSCURED BY TIME MAY BE."-BEN JONSON. ROBIN GOODFELLOW. There's not a hag Or ghost shall wag, Or cry, "Ware goblin!" where I go; But Robin I Their feats will spy, And send them home with ho! ho! ho! Where'er such wanderers I meet, As from their night sports they trudge home, And call on them with me to roam. To play some trick, And frolic it with ho! ho! ho! Sometimes I meet them like a man, And trip and trot about them round; My back they stride, More swift than any wind I go; When lads and lasses merry be I eat their cakes and sip their wine. A BODY SOUND, WITH SOUNDER MIND."-BEN JONSON. "HE THAT STAYS TO LIVE UNTIL TO-MORROW, HATH LOST TWO DAYS."-BEN JONSON. "HE THAT'S COMPELLED TO GOODNESS MAY BE GOOD, BUT 'TIS BUT FOR THAT FIT."-BEN JONSON. "STAND FORTH, BRIGHT FAYS, AND TUNE YOUR LAYS."-BEN JONSON. The men do traps and engines set In loopholes where the vermines creep, Who from their fields and houses get Their ducks and geese, and lambs and sheep; "I MUST GO DANCE ABOUT THE FOREST NOW."-BEN JONSON. "HE THAT IS AFFECTED WITH THE LEAST INJURY IS LESS THAN IT."-BEN JONSON. "WHO GOES TO BED, AND DOTH NOT PRAY, MAKETH TWO NIGHTS TO EVERY DAY."-GEORGE HERBert. 50 "OH, FOLLOW VIRTUE EVEN FOR VIRTUE'S SAKE."-POPE. [GEORGE HERBERT, born at Montgomery Castle, in Wales, in 1593, author of "The Temple, or Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations," died at Bemerton, where he was rector, in 1632.] WOMAN'S TRUE BEAUTY. E that loves a rosy cheek, Or from star-like eyes doth seek "TIS VIRTUE MAKES THE BLISS WHERE'ER WE DWELL."-COLLINS. "SUNDAYS THE PILLARS ARE, ON WHICH HEAVEN'S PALACE ARCHED LIES."-GEORGE HERBERT. "NATURE IN VARIOUS MOULDS HAS BEAUTY CAST."-GAY. IN PRAISE OF SOLITUDE. 51 But a smooth and stedfast mind, Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes. [THOMAS CAREW, the author of many elegant songs and ballads, died about 1639.] "EVERY SPIRIT, AS IT IS MOST PURE, SO IT THE FAIRER BODY DOTH PROCURE."-EDMUND SPENSER. A LAND DIRGE.* ALL for a robin redbreast, and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves of flowers do cover The ant, the field mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm. [J. WEBSTER, an old dramatist, born 1585, died 1654. The Dirge is IN PRAISE OF SOLITUDE. HRICE happy he who by some shady grove, But doth converse with that Eternal Love. * The reader should compare this with Shakspeare's "Sea Dirge.' + Alluding to the wolf's habit of plundering the graves of the dead. "TIS NOT A LIP, OR EYE, WE BEAUTY CALL."-POPE. "'TIS THE ETERNAL LAW, THAT FIRST IN BEAUTY SHOULD BE FIRST IN MIGHT."-JOHN KEATS. |