My library were dukedom large enough.

TEMPEST i. 2.

IN quoting of books quote such authors as are

usually read; others you may read for your

own satisfaction, but not to name them.

To quote a modern Dutchman, where you may use a classic author, is as if I were to justify my reputation, and neglect all persons of note and quality that know me, and bring the testimonial of the scullion in the kitchen.

SELDEN.

BUT ask not, to what doctors I apply?
Sworn to no master, of no sect am I :
As drives the storm, at any door I knock :
And house with Montaigne now, or now

with Locke.

POPE.

In the reproof of chance

Lies the true proof of men.

TROIL. AND CRESS. i. 3.

HEAVEN prepares good men with crosses; but

no ill can happen to a good man. . . . .. That which happens to any man, may to every man. But it is in his reason what he accounts it and will make it.

BEN JONSON.

GIVE me a spirit that on life's rough sea
Loves to have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,
Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship run on her side so low

That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air.
There is no danger to a man that knows
What life and death is; there's not any law
Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.

CHAPMAN.

Who tells me truth, though in his tale lie death,

I hear him as he flattered.

ANT. AND CLEOP. i. 2.

THEY are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and permit not others to unite the dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of truth. To be still searching what we know not, by what we know, still closing up truth to truth as we find it (for all her body is homogeneal and proportional), this is the golden rule.

MILTON.

OUR souls, whose faculties can comprehend
The wondrous architecture of the world,
And measure every wandering planet's course,
Still climbing after knowledge infinite,
And always moving with the restless spheres,
Wills us to wear ourselves and never rest
Until we reach the ripest fruit of all.

MARLOWE.

That my most jealous and too doubtful soul

May live at peace.

TWELFTH NIGHT iv. 3.

I

WILL not enter into the question, how much truth is preferable to peace. Perhaps truth may be far better. But as we have scarcely ever the same certainty in the one that we have in the other, I would, unless the truth were evident indeed, hold fast to peace.

BURKE.

For this, the wisest of all moral men

Said, 'He knew naught, but that he naught did know,'

And the great Mocking-Master mocked not then
When he said, 'Truth was buried deep below.'

For why should we the busy soul believe,
When boldly she concludes of that or this;
When of her self she can no judgment give,
Nor how, nor whence, nor where, nor what she is?

SIR JOHN DAVIES.

Subtle as Sphinx: as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST iv. 3.

SURE

URE there is music even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

SIR THOMAS BROWNE.

ROSE-CHEEKED Laura, come!

Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other

Sweetly gracing.

Lovely forms do flow

From concent divinely framed,

Heaven is music, and thy beauty's

Birth is heavenly.

These dull notes we sing

Discords need for helps to grace them ;
Only beauty purely loving

Knows no discord ;

But still moves delight,

Like clear springs renewed by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-

Selves eternal.

CAMPION.