Samuel Daniel. 1562-1619

Sir Richard Holland.

O Douglas, O Douglas!

Tendir and trewe.

The Buke of the Howlat.[38:4] Stanza xxxi.

Sir John Harrington. 1561-1612.

Treason doth never prosper: what 's the reason?

Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.[39:1]

Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out thorough, and his frailty find.[39:2]

History of the Civil War. Book iv. Stanza 84.

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

Musophilus. Stanza 57.

And for the few that only lend their ear,

That few is all the world.

Musophilus. Stanza 97.

This is the thing that I was born to do.

Musophilus. Stanza 100.

And who (in time) knows whither we may vent

The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores

This gain of our best glory shall be sent

T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?

What worlds in the yet unformed Occident

May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?[39:3]

Musophilus. Stanza 163.

Unless above himself he can

Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!

To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,

Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.

To Delia. Sonnet 51.