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Elizabeth_. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live. _Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke_. Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death! ere thou hast slain another, Learned and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. * * * * * _To the Memory of Shakespeare_. Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise. Small Latin, and less Greek. He was not of an age, but for all time. * * * * * Sweet swan of Avon! * * * * * _Every Man in his Humor_. Act. ii. Sc. 3. Get money; still get money, boy; No matter by what means. FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1585-1616. _Letter to Ben Jonson_. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtile flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. * * * * * GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. _The Shepherd's Resolution_. Shall I, wasting in despair, Dye because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosie are? If she be not so to me, What care I how faire she be? * * * * * FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644. _Emblems_. Book ii. 2. Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. Book ii. Epigram 10. This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears, Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone. * * * * * GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. _Virtue_. Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright, The bridall of the earth and skies. * * * * * Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. * * * * * SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1608-1644. _On a Wedding_. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight. * * * * * Her lips were red, and one was thin,
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