9

HARVARD

COLLEGE

JUL 17 1899

LIBRARY

Hayes fund

CONTENTS.

ALEXANDER, Earl of STIRLING (1567-1640); WILLIAM

PAGE

90-93

28, 31-33, 54-58, 84-86, 114, 148, 149,

AYTON (1570-1638); Sir ROBERT

162-165, 210, 242, 256, 263–269

BACON, Viscount ST. ALBANS (1561-1626); FRANCIS

BASSE (?-1653); WILLIAM

BEAUMONT, Bart. (1583-1627); Sir JOHN

BROME (?-1652); RICHARD

BURTON (1577-1640); ROBERT

C.; T.-see Carew; T.

C.; T.-see CARY; Hon. T.

CAREW (1598-1639); THOMAS

CARTWRIGHT (1611–1643); WILLIAM

CARY (c. 1630); Hon. THOMAS

CORBET, Bishop of NORWICH (1582-1635); RICHARD.

COWLEY (1618-1667); ABRAHAM

DAVENANT (1606–1668); Sir WILLIAM

DONNE, Dean of St. Paul's, London (1573-1631); JOHN

HERBERT, Lord HERBERT of Chirbury (1583-1648); EDWARD 298–300

HERBERT, Earl of PEMBROKE (1580-1630); WILLIAM

MATTHEWS (1577-1655); Sir TOBY [TOBIAS]

MILTON (1608-1674); JOHN

PARKER (?-1656); MARTIN

QUARLES (1592-1644); FRANCIS

RALEGH (1552-1618); Sir WALTER

RANDOLPH (1605-1635); THOMAS

ROWLEY (?-1633); SAMUEL

ROWLEY (1585-1642); WILLIAM

103, 104

SHIRLEY (1596-1666); JAMES.

STRODE, D.D. (1602–1645); Rev. WILLIAM

SUCKLING (1609-1642); Sir JOHN

WEBSTER (c. 1600-1630); JOHN

WEBSTER, and WILLIAM ROWLEY; JOHN

WITHER (1588-1667); GEORGE

WOTTON (1568–1639); Sir HENRY

WROATH (c. 1619); Lady MARY

FIRST LINES AND NOTES

GLOSSARY AND INDEX

THE

JONSON

ANTHOLOGY.

1617-1637 A.D.

O, Do not wanton with those eyes!
Lest I be sick with seeing:

Nor cast them down; but let them rise!
Lest shame destroy their being.

O, be not angry with those fires!
For then their threats will kill me:
Nor look too kind on my desires!
For then my hopes will spill me.

O, do not steep them in thy tears!
For so will sorrow slay me :
Nor spread them, as distract with fears!
Mine own enough betray me!

TO THE LADIES OF THE COURT.

COME, noble Nymphs! and do not hide
The joys, for which you so provide!
If not to mingle with us men ;
What do you here? Go home again!
Your dressings do confess,

By what we see, so curious arts,
Of PALLAS' and ARACHNE's arts,

That you could mean no less!

Why do you wear the silkworm's toils,
Or glory in the shell-fish spoils,
Or strive to show the grains of ore
That you have gathered long before,
Whereof to make a stock

To graft the green em'rald on;
Or any better watered stone,
Or ruby of the rock?

Why do you smell of ambergris,
Whereof was formed NEPTUNE's niece,
The Queen of Love; unless you can,
Like sea-born VENUS, love a man?

[meet,

Try! Put yourselves unto 't! Your looks, your smiles, and thoughts that Ambrosian hands, and silver feet,

Do promise you will do 't!