Part 37 (2/2)

Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.

_To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia_.

You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light!

DR. JOHN DONNE.

1573-1631.

FUNERAL ELEGIES, ON THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.

_The Second Anniversary_. Line 245.

We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.

_Elegy_ 8. _The Comparison_.

She and comparisons are odious.

BEN JONSON.

1571-1637.

_To Celia_.

(From ”The Forest.”) Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

_The Sweet Neglect_. (From the ”Silent Woman.” Act i. Sc. 5.)

Still to be neat, still to be drest As you were going to a feast.

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