[320]: He died for want of bread in King street. (Ben Jonson, cité par Drummond.)
[321]: Hymnes à l'amour et à la beauté,—à l'amour et à la beauté célestes.
For that same goodly hew of white and red,
With which the cheeks are sprinkled, shall decay,
And those sweete rosy leaves, so fairly spred
Upon the lips, shall fade and fall away
To that they were, even to corrupted clay;
That golden wyre, those sparckling stars so bright,
Shall turne to dust, and lose their goodly light.
But that fair lampe, from whose celestial rays
That light proceedes which kindleth lovers fire,
Shall never be extinguisht nor decay;
But when the vitall spirits doe expyre,
Upon her native planet shall retyre;
For it is heavenly borne and cannot die,
Being a parcell of the purest skye.
For Love is lord of Truth and Loialtie,
Lifting himself out of the lowly dust,
On golden plumes, up to the purest skye,
Above the reach of loathly sinfull lust.
Whose base affect, through cowardly distrust
Of his weake wings, dare not to heaven fly.
But, like a moldwarpe in the earth doth ly.
As an aged tree
High growing on the top of rocky clift,
Whose hart-strings with keene steele nigh hewen be,
The mightie trunck half rent with ragged rift
Doth roll adowne the rocks, and fall with fearefull drift.
Or as a castle, reared high and round,
By subtile engins and malitious slight,
Is undermined from the lowest ground,
And her foundation forst and feebled quight,
At last downe falles; and with her heaped hight
Her hastie ruine does more heavie make,
And yields itselfe unto the victours might.
Such was this gyaunt's fall, that seemed to shake
The stedfast globe of earth, as it for feare did quake.
(Fairie Queene, liv. I, ch. VIII, 42, 43.)
[325]: The Shepheard's Calendar, Amoretti, Sonnets, Prothalamion, Epithalamion, Muiopotmos, Virgil's Gnat, the Ruins of time, the Tears of the Muses, etc.