Footnotes

[182:5]

And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718.

[182:6]

Full many a gem of purest ray serene

The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

Gray: Elegy, stanza 14.

[[183]]

JOHN FLETCHER.  1576-1625.

Man is his own star; and the soul that can

Render an honest and a perfect man

Commands all light, all influence, all fate.

Nothing to him falls early, or too late.

Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183:1]

Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

All things that are

Made for our general uses are at war,—

Even we among ourselves.

Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

Man is his own star; and that soul that can

Be honest is the only perfect man.[183:2]

Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,

Sorrow calls no time that 's gone;

Violets plucked, the sweetest rain

Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183:3]

The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction

Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Let us do or die.[183:4]

The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Hit the nail on the head.

Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184:1]

Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

He went away with a flea in 's ear.

Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3.

There 's naught in this life sweet,

If man were wise to see 't,

But only melancholy;

O sweetest Melancholy![184:2]

The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Fountain heads and pathless groves,

Places which pale passion loves.

The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow;

You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.

The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.

And he that will to bed go sober

Falls with the leaf still in October.[184:3]

The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Three merry boys, and three merry boys,

And three merry boys are we,[184:4]

As ever did sing in a hempen string

Under the gallows-tree.

The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow

Which thy frozen bosom bears,

On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears!

But first set my poor heart free,

Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184:5]

The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2.

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Something given that way.

The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1.

Deeds, not words.[185:1]

The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4.