Othello-Continued. Act v. Sc. 2. I have done the state some service, and they know it. Act v. Sc. 2. Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well. Of one, whose hand, Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, The painful warrior, famoused for fight, lxvi. And simple truth miscalled simplicity, THOMAS TUSSER. 1523-1580. Moral Reflections on the Wind. Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. CHAPTER Xii. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, CHAPTER XXxviii. Such mistress, such Nan, CHAPTER xlvi. 'Tis merry in hall, When beards wag all.* CHAPTER lvii. Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go. * Merry swithe it is in halle, Life of Alexander. Adam Davie? 1312. Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4. O wearisome condition of humanity! Sonnet lvi. And out of minde as soon as out of sight. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593. Hero and Leander. Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. The Silent Lover. Silence in love bewrays more love JOSHUA SYLVESTER. 1563-1618. The Soul's Errand.* Go, Soul, the body's guest, Fear not to touch the best: The truth shall be thy warrant, Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. RICHARD BARNFIELD. Address to the Nightingale.† As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. * Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of "The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh. This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield, and it is found in his collection of Poems, published between 1594 and 1598. EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1597. FAERIE QUEENE. Book i. Canto i. St. 35. The noblest mind the best contentment has. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4. Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, Book i. Canto viii. St. 40. Entire affection hateth nicer hands. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35. That darkesome cave they enter, where they find Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12. No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32. Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled. |