Footnotes
[197:1] See Shakespeare, page [100].
[197:2] See Shakespeare, page [145].
[197:3] See Shakespeare, page [87].
[197:4] Nemo repente fuit turpissimus (No man ever became extremely wicked all at once).—Juvenal: ii. 83.
Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrés (As virtue has its degrees, so has vice).—Racine: Phédre, act iv. sc. 2.
[197:5] Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men).—Seneca: De Providentia, v. 9.
[197:6] Then he will talk—good gods! how he will talk!—Lee: Alexander the Great, act i. sc. 3.
[197:7] See Heywood, page [14].
[197:8] She is no better than she should be.—Fielding: The Temple Beau, act iv. sc. 3.
[198:1] See Shakespeare, page [51].
[198:2] An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.—Plutarch: On the Training of Children.
[198:3] It is no jesting with edge tools.—The True Tragedy of Richard III. (1594.)
[198:4] The use of "party" in the sense of "person" occurs in the Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and other old English writers.
[198:5] Whistle, and I'll come to ye.—Burns: Whistle, etc.
[198:6] See Shakespeare, page [72].
[198:7] See Shakespeare, page [50].
[198:8] See Webster, page [180].
[198:9] Pity 's akin to love.—Southerne: Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1.
Pity swells the tide of love.—Young: Night Thoughts, night iii. line 107.
[199:1] But strive still to be a man before your mother.—Cowper: Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii.
[199:2] Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be fierce poison to others).—Lucretius: iv. 637.
GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?[199:3]
The Shepherd's Resolution.
Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance.
Poem on Christmas.
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[199:4]
And therefore let 's be merry.
Poem on Christmas.
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Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
The Shepherd's Hunting.
And I oft have heard defended,—
Little said is soonest mended.
The Shepherd's Hunting.
And he that gives us in these days
New Lords may give us new laws.
Contented Man's Morrice.