BEAUTY AND STRENGTH TRANSITORY. 161 Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. Sonnet, xii. lx. These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent, Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine Swift-winged with desire to get a grave. First Part of King Henry VI., Act ii. Sc. 5, l. 1. Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Romeo and Juliet, Act iv. Sc. 5, 1. 28. The Real Worth of Beauty. Ye tradeful merchants, that with weary toile If saphyres, loe! her eies be saphyres plaine; If rubies, loe! her lips be rubies sound; If pearles, her teeth be pearles, both pure and round; If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground; EDMUND SPENSER, Sonnet, xv. 'Tis only in God's garden1 men may reap SOPHOCLES, Fragments, 1. 298. O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem 1 How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob, and thy tabernacles, O Israel! As the valleys are they spread forth, as gardens by the rivers' side, as the trees of lign aloes which the Lord hath planted, and as cedar trees beside the waters. Numbers xxiv. 5, 6. THE REAL WORTH OF BEAUTY. 163 For that sweet odour which doth in it live. When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; In nature there's no blemish but the mind; Sonnet, liv. Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 4, 1. 401. The Instability of Earthly Happiness. Unto gods alone Nor age can come, nor destined hour of death. That once were friends, nor joineth state with state. To these at once, to those in after years, Sweet things turn bitter, then turn sweet again. SOPHOCLES, Edipus at Colonos, 1. 607. THEN was I as a tree Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Cymbeline, Act iii. Sc. 3, 1. 60. There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; I Nevertheless man being in honour abideth not: he is like the beasts that perish. - Psalm xlix. 12. THE INSTABILITY OF EARTHLY HAPPINESS. And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, 165 King John, Act iii. Sc. 4, l. 107. I have lived long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have: but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 3, 1. 22. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 5, 1. 19. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. Timon of Athens, Act i. Sc. 1, 1. 84. |