Footnotes

[258:1]

Poets are sultans, if they had their will;

For every author would his brother kill.

Orrery: Prologues (according to Johnson).

Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,

Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

Pope: Prologue to the Satires, line 197.

RICHARD CRASHAW.  Circa 1616-1650.

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[258:2]

Epigram.

Whoe'er she be,

That not impossible she,

That shall command my heart and me.

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

Where'er she lie,

Locked up from mortal eye,

In shady leaves of destiny.

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

Days that need borrow

No part of their good morrow

From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

Life that dares send

A challenge to his end,

And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

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Sydneian showers

Of sweet discourse, whose powers

Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

A happy soul, that all the way

To heaven hath a summer's day.

In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health.

The modest front of this small floor,

Believe me, reader, can say more

Than many a braver marble can,—

"Here lies a truly honest man!"

Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton.