I B I D.

And Box, yet mindful of his old offence.
Et Bocchus Libya Regis memor.
Thus any thing may be made out of any thing!


His mind unto the Muses he withdraws;
Sweet lady Muses, ladies of delight,
Delights of life, and ornaments of light:
With whom he close confers with wise discourse,

Of Nature's works, of heaven's continual course. Virgil, Georg. II. 475.

Me verò primum dulces ante omnia Mufe,
Quarum facra fero ingenti perculfus amore,
Accipiant, cælique vias, et fidera monftrent, &c.

I B I D.

They fell at words Whether of them should be the lord of lords: That neither pleased was to have the rein Twixt them divided into even twain ; But either, algates, would be lords alone : For love and lordship bide no paragone.

Lucan, 5

Lucan, I. 92.

Nulla fides regni fociis, omnisque potestas

Impatiens confortis erit. Statius, Theb. I. 129.

Summo dulcius unum Stare loco, sociisque comes difcordia regnis.

Seneca, Thyest. 444. Non capit regnum duos.

Q. Curtius, X. 9. Nam et infociabile est regnum, et a pluribus expetebatur. Ennius, Frag. ad fin. 16.

Nulla fan£ta focietas, nec fides regni eft. Seneca, Agam. 259.

Nec regna socium ferre, nec teda sciunt.

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The ape was glad to end the strife so light,
And thereto swore : for who would not oft swear,
And oft unswear, a diadem to bear?
Cicero, from Euripides : De Offic. III. 21.

Nam fi violandum eft jus, regnandi gratia
Violandum est : aliis rebus pietatem colas. *

I B I D.

Now when high Jove, in whose almighty hand
The care of kings and power of empires stand,

* So Henry IV. of France said, after changing his profession, for policy; Paris vaut bien une Messe. A king faid it; and of course it passed as a Bon Mãt.


Sitting one day within his turret hie,
From whence he views with his black-lidded eye
What-so the heaven in his wide vault contains,

And all that in the deepest earth remains, &c. Virgil, Æn. I. 227.

cum Jupiter æthere summo Despiciens mare velivolum, terrasque jacentes, Litoraque, et latos populos.

I B I D.

Speaking of Mercury :

Tho' on his head his dreadful hat he dight,

Which maketh him invisible to light. Like the helmet of Orcus, in Homer, 11. E. 845.

aúrde 'ASuun Δίν' "ΑϊδG- κυνέην, μή μιν ίδοι έβριμο "Αρης.

fed Minerva Induit Orci galeam, ne ipfam videret impetuosus Mars.

What follows in Spenser about Mercury's Rod, is partly from Homer and Virgil.

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And drizling drops, that often do redound,

The firmest fint doth in continuance wear,

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Lucretius, I. 314.

Stillicidi lapsus lapidem cavat. IV. 1281.

Nonne vides, etiam guttas in saxa cadentes

Humoris longo in spatio pertundere saxa ?
Ovid, Art. Amat. I. 475.
Quid magìs est faxo durum? quid mollius unda ?

Dura tamen molli saxa cavantur aqua.
So Epist. ex Pont. II. vii. 40.
Jam dolor in morem venit meus : utque caducis

Percusu crebro saxa cavantur aquis.

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the lion, that is lord of power, And reigneth over every beast in field, In his most pride disdaineth to devour

The silly lamb, that to his might doth yield. Ovid, Trift. III. v. 33.

Corpora magnanimo fatis eft proftrasse leoni. Statius, 'Theb. VIII. 125.

fi decidat hoftis, Ire super satis est, vitamque relinquere vieto. Claudian, Epift. ad Hadr. 28.

torvique leones, Que firavisse calent, eadem prostrata relinquunt.



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so plenty makes me poor. Ovid, Met. III. 466.

Inopem me copia fecit.


They that in course of heavenly sphears are skilld,

To every planet point his sundry year; In which her circle's voyage is fulfillid,

As Mars in threescore years doth run his fphear.

Cicero would have told him otherwise, De Nat. Deor. II. 20.

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What trophee then shall I most fit devise,

Even this verse, vow'd to eternity, Shall be thereof immortal monument ;

And tells her praise to all posterity, T Perhaps, tell.

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Oft when my spirit doth spread her bolder wings,

In mind to mount up to the purest sky, It down is weigh'd with thought of earthly things,

And clogg'd with burden of mortality:

Wisdom of Solomon, ix, 15. For the corruptible body presseth down the soul; and the earthly tabernacle weigheth down the mind, that museth upon many things.

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