When gods beset the woodland ways, One could be sure of something then Venus and Love went hand in hand. Now I would give (such is my neel) To see Pan fluting on a reed And with his goat-hoof keeping time! MAURICE THOMPSON. BOOKS. FROM THE KALÉDER OF SHEPERDES," 1528. He that many bokes redys, His thryfte cometh behynde. ANONYMOUS. THE SCHOLAR. FROM EDWIN THE FAIR." THIS life, and all that it contains, to him Filled with book-wisdom, pictured thought and love. All things he understands, and nothing does. Of action, he will talk to you as one Whose wisdom lay in dealings and transactions; SIR HENRY TAYLOR. THE BOOK-STALL. Ir stands in a winding street, Here are precious gems of thought Here are curious rows of "calf," And perchance an Elzevir; Here are countless "mos" of chaff, Like leaves that are cracked with cold, In every age and clime Live the monarchs of the brain: CLINTON SCOLLARD. BOOKS. FOR why, who writes such histories as these JOHN HIGGINS. V. THE ARTS. 66 INFLUENCE OF MUSIC. FROM KING HENRY EIGHTH," ACT III. sc. 1. ORPHEUS, with his lute, made trees, Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care, and grief of heart— MUSIC. SHAKESPEARE. 66 FROM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE," Act v. sc. 1. LORENZO.-How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music 362 Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night, Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. JESSICA. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. LORENZO. The reason is your spirits are attentive. Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Let no such man be trusted. SHAKESPEARE. ΤΟ MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. |