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One, that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
37-ii. 1. 116
The noble sister of Publicola, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle, That's curded by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Djan's temple.
28-v. 3. 117
I take thy hand; this hand,
118 "Tis beauty truly blent,f whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
119 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence; That instant was I turn'd into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me.
4-i. 1. 120
Thou dost look Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling, Extremity out of act.
*“ Does hear all excellency.” This is the reading of the quarto. In the folio it is “ Do's tyre the ingenieur.” Mr. Steevens remarks that the reading of the quarto is so flat and unpoetical, when com. pared with that sense which seems meant to have been given in the folio, that I heartily wish some emendation could be hit on, which might entitle it to a place in the text." The following is suggested, Attires the engineer, that is, adorns th: general. "The woman is the glory of the man.”—1 Cor. xi. 7. “A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband."-Prov. xii. 4. Achilles is called "a rare engineer.".
| The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting cloth.
| Blended, mixed together. § By her beauty and patient meekness disarming Calamity, and preventing her from using her uplifted sword. Extremity, for the utmost of human suffering.
What's the matter, That this distemper'd messenger of wet, The many-colour'd Iris rounds thine eye ?*
9iii. 5. 123
O, how ripe in show
8-iv. 3. 125 Where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? 8-iv. 3.
* There is something exquisitely beautiful in this representation of that suffusion of colours which glimmers around the sight when the eyelashes are wet with tears.
When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew.
What, still in tears? Evermore showering ? In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind : For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs ; Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body.
35_iii. 5. 129
130 Tears,—'tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in
131 Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, And venomous to thine eyes.
His eye being big with tears,
133 Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, What humble suit attends thy answer there.
* So curious an observer of nature was our author, and so mi. nutely had he traced the operation of the passions, that many pas. sages of his works might furnish hints to painters. In the above passage, we have the outline of a beautiful picture.
Patience and sorrow strove
135 The Aprilks in her eyes: It is love's spring, And these the showers to bring it on. 30-iii. 2.
My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.
138 There might you have beheld one joy crown another: so, and in such manner, that, it seem'd, sorrow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded in tears.
*" A better day." This is adopted by the commentators, and is without sense. Like an Apr is suggested as the right read. ing, and proved to be so, by the next piece.
16-ii. 2. 142
The Roman dame, Within whose face beauty and virtue strived Which of them both should underprap her fame, When virtue bragg'd, beauty would blush for shame;