ines himself in love with the beautiful Rosaline,
soliloquizes in this fashion:

_"What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame.
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watched that it may still go right!
Is not Love a Hercules
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as a sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony!"_

Holofernes, the Latin pedagogue, criticising Armado, exclaims:

_Novi hominem tanquam te._ His humor is lofty, his discourse peremptory. He
draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his
argument.

And then Holofernes winds up the play with the Owl and Cuckoo song, a
rambling verse, Winter speaking:

_When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick, the shepherd, blows his wail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul,
When nightly sings the staring owl
To-who;
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note
While greasy Joan doth scum the pot._

CHAPTER X.

QUEEN ELIZABETH. WAR. SHAKSPERE IN IRELAND.

_"Now all the youth of England are on fire
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now thrive the armorers, and honor's thought
Hangs solely in the breast of every man._

* * * * *

_Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war!"_

The reign of Queen Elizabeth was a most glorious one for the material and
mental progress of England, but most disastrous for Philip of Spain, Louis
and Henry of France, Mary of Scotland, O'Neil, O'Brien, Desmond and Tyrone
of Ireland.

The Reformation of Martin Luther, a Catholic priest, against the faith and
financial exactions of the Pope of Rome, cracked from the Catholic sky like
a clap of thunder from the noonday sun, and reverberated over the globe
with startling detonation.

The cry of personal liberty and personal responsibility to God, went out
from the German cloister like a roaring storm and echoed in thunder tones
among the columned aisles of the Vatican.

Entrenched audacity and mental tyranny was broken from its ancient
pedestal, as if an earthquake had shivered the Roman dominions, leaving
sacerdotal precedents and papal bulls