Part 38 (1/2)

Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace.

_Good Life_, _Long Life_.

In small proportion we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

_Epitaph on 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 hea.r.s.e 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.