"Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast, That still the knot, in spite of death, does last; For as your tears, and sorrow-wounded soul, Prove well that on your part this bond is whole, So all we know of what they do above, Is that they happy are, and that they love. Let dark oblivion, and the hollow grave, Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have; Well-chosen love is never taught to die, But with our nobler part invades the sky. Then grieve no more that one so heavenly shaped The crooked hand of trembling age escaped; Rather, since we beheld her not decay, But that she vanish'd so entire away, Her wondrous beauty, and her goodness, merit We should suppose that some propitious spirit In that celestial form frequented here, And is not dead, but ceases to appear."

"My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!"

"Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be."

"The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made; Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new."

"How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!"

"Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse."

"Guarded with ships, and all our sea our own."

"To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light."

"He that alone would wise and mighty be, Commands that others love as well as he. Love as he lov'd! — How can we soar so high?— He can add wings when he commands to fly. Nor should we be with this command dismay'd; He that examples gives will give his aid: For he took flesh, that where his precepts fall, His practice, as a pattern, may prevail."

"There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow: There cherries grow which none may buy Till 'Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry."

"In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; With such old counsellors they did advise, And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise."

"Could we forbear dispute, and practice love, We should agree as angels do above. Where love presides, not vice alone does find No entrance there, hut virtues stay behind: Both faith, and hope, and all the meaner train Of mortal virtues, at the door remain. Love only enters as a native there, For born in heav'n, it does but sojourn here."

"That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done."

"The yielding marble of her snowy breast."

"That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high."

"A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round."

"The King governs by Law. Let us look back to the evils we had, in order to prevent more. There was loan, and ship-money, and extremes begat extremes. The House would then give no money. Let the King rely upon the Parliament; we have settled the Crown and the Government. 'Tis strange that we have sat so many years, and given so much money, and are still called upon for Supply. The Lords may give Supply with their own money, but we give the peoples; we are their proxies. The King takes his measures by the Parliament, and he doubts not but that all the Commons will supply for the Government; but giving at this rate that we have done, we shall be "a branch of the revenue." They will "anticipate" us too. But, let the officers say what they will, we will not make these mismanagements the King's error. 'Tis better it should fall upon us than the King. We give public money, and must see that it goes to public use. Tell your money, fix it to public ends, and take order against occasions of this nature for the future. We cannot live at the expence of Spain, that has the Indies; or France, who has so many millions of revenue. Let us look to our Government, Fleet, and Trade. 'Tis the advice that the oldest Parliament-man among you can give you; and so, God bless you!"

"Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, Like diamonds, we are cut with our own dust."

"Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin."

"For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love."

"How, to thy sacred memory, shall I bring"

"Webster is not concerned with humanity. He is the poet of bile and brainstorm, the sweet singer of apoplexy; ideally, one feels, he would have had all his characters drowned in a sea of cold sweat. His muse drew nourishment from Bedlam, and might, a few centuries later, have done the same from Belsen."

"Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth, weeping: Their life, a general mist of error, Their death, a hideous storm of terror."

"I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits."

"Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees."

"Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young."

"Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke."

"I dare truly and boldly say, that one years exercise therein to ingenious spirits, under able Masters, will produce more real and true fruit, than the studying Aristotelian Philosophy hath brought forth in many centuries. O that the Schools therefore would leave their idle, and fruitless speculations, and not be too proud to put their hands to the coals and furnace, where they might find ocular experiments to confute their fopperies, and produce effects that would be beneficial to all posterities."

"'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,—the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out."

"Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't."

"Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind."

"Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light."

"Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest."

"I saw him going the way of all flesh."

"Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men."

"But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again."

"Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near."

"Glories, like glowworms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near have neither heat nor light."

"'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches."

"There is no jesting with edge tools."

"That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels."