[284]: Therefore, mourne boldly, my inke. For, while she looks upon you, your blackness will shine; cry out boldly my lamentations; for while she reads you, your cries will be musicke.
(Éd. in-fol. 1605, p. 118.)
[285]: They impoverished their clothes to enrich their bed, which might well for that night scorn the shrine of Venus, and there cherishing one another with deare though chaste embracements, with sweet though cold kisses, it might seem that Love was come to play him there without darts, or that, weary of his own fires, he was there to refresh himself between their sweet-breathing lippes..... Some horses lay dead under their dead masters, whom unknightly wounds had unjustly punished for a faithfull duty. Some lay upon their lords by like accidents, and in death had the honour to be borne by them, whom in life they had borne.
[286]: In the time that the morning did strew roses and violets in the heavenly floore against the coming of the sun, the nightingales (striving one with the other which could in most dainty varietie recount their wronge-caused sorrow) made them put off their sleep.
[287]: Page 494.
[288]: I dare undertake Orlando Furioso or honest king Arthur will never displease a soldier. But the quidditie of Ens and prima materia will hardly agree with a corcelet.
Voyez p. 497, la personnification très-railleuse et très-spirituelle de l'Histoire et de la Philosophie. Il y a là un vrai talent.
[289]: I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. And yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style; which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work, trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?
[290]: Nay, he doth as if your journey should lie through a faire vineyard, at the very first give you a cluster of grapes, that, full of that taste, you may long to pass further. He beginneth not with obscure definitions which must blurre the margent with interpretations, and load the memory with doutfullness; but he cometh to you with words set in delightfull proportions, either accompanied with or prepared for the well-enchaunting skill of musick, and, forsooth he cometh unto you with a tale, which holdth the children from play and old men from the chimney-corner.
[291]: Is it the bitter, but wholesome Iambic, who rubbes the galled mind, in making shame the trumpet of villany, with bold and open crying out against naughtiness?