Footnotes
[24:1] Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.—Sir John Powell: Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. Rep. p. 911.
[24:2] Pandects, lib. ii. tit. iv. De in Jus vocando.
Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven;
Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.
Sir William Jones.
GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing.
Sonnet. Polyhymnia.
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His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms;
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.
Sonnet. Polyhymnia.
My merry, merry, merry roundelay
Concludes with Cupid's curse:
They that do change old love for new,
Pray gods, they change for worse!
Cupid's Curse.
SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618.
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.
Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;
I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.
Fain Would I.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.[25:1]
The Silent Lover.
Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
The Silent Lover.
Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless arrant:
Fear not to touch the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.
The Lie.
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Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.[26:1]
Verses to Edmund Spenser.
Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout,
Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.
On the snuff of a candle the night before he died.—Raleigh's Remains, p. 258, ed. 1661.
Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Written the night before his death.—Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster.
Shall I, like an hermit, dwell
On a rock or in a cell?
Poem.
If she undervalue me,
What care I how fair she be?[26:2]
Poem.
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?
Poem.
Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.[26:3]
[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.
Historie of the World. Preface.
O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, [[27]]thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre stretchèd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet!
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Historie of the World. Book v. Part 1.