Procured by their own hand, and, loathing | In air aloft now even penury, light, Have cast away their lives. How would they wish "Lower'd the grim morn, in murky dies, "I mark'd his desultory pace, His gestures strange, and varying face, He fell, and groaning grasp'd in agony the ground." He flies from something that appears so dreadful Yes, this is meanness, and alone regards 612. " Mickle, Siege of Marseilles, iv. 2. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling!-'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment, Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death." Shakespeare, Measure for Measure, iii. 1. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, That patient merit of the unworthy takes, He Phædra in these regions, Procris too, Evadne also, and Pasiphäe. To these Laodamia comrade goes, 630 Among whom Dido, the Phoenician dame, Fresh from her wound, was wand'ring in a spacious grove. When he himself might his quietus make 620. "Then hastens onward to the pensive grove, 632. "Hence, all you vain delights, Wherein you spend your folly! Oh, sweetest melancholy! Near whom as soon as Troja's hero stood, And recognized her dim among the shades ; As who in th' infant month or sees, or thinks That he has seen, among the clouds the moon Arising; tears he dropped, and with sweet love Addressed her: "Hapless Dido, was then true The news which me had reached, that thou wert dead, And through the sword had sought the closing [scene] ? 640 Alas! was I to thee the cause of death? me now A midnight bell, a parting groan! These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy." J. Fletcher, The Nice Valour, iii. 3. Any one can see Milton's obligations to this exquisite song for some of the ideas in Il Penseroso. 636. "Or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course. Milton, P. L., b. i. end. "For what I see, or only think I see, Is like a glimpse of moonshine, streak'd with red: A shuffled, sullen, and uncertain light, That dances through the clouds, and shuts again." Dryden, Cleomenes, iv. 1. 638. "Such is the fate unhappy women find, And such the curse entail'd upon our kind, That man, the lawless libertine, may rove Free and unquestion'd through the wilds of love; While woman, sense and nature's easy fool, If poor weak woman swerve from virtue's rule, If, strongly charm'd, she leave the thorny way And in the softer paths of pleasure stray, Ruin ensues, reproach and endless shame, And one false step entirely damns her fame. In vain with tears the loss she may deplore, In vain look back on what she was before; She sets, like stars that fall, to rise no more.' Rowe, Jane Shore, act. i. end. 645. "So spake the Fiend, and with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds." Milton, P. L., b. iv. "A fellow that makes religion his stalking-horse, He breeds a plague: thou shalt poison him." Marston, The Malcontent, iv. 3. "Come, you shall not labour To extenuate your guilt, but quit it clean: Bad men excuse their faults; good men will leave them: He acts the third crime that defends the first." Ben Jonson, Catiline, iii. 2. To travel through these shades, through regions rife In thorns through fallowness, and night's abyss, Constrained by their behests; nor could I deem That this such grievous anguish I on thee Could bring by my departure. Stay thy step, 650 And from our gaze withdraw not thou thyself. Whom fliest thou? This [time], that I Her eyes kept riveted upon the ground; And feels compassion for her as she goes. Therefrom he toils along the route assigned. And now they occupied the utmost fields, Which, set apart, the famed in battle 670 haunt. Here meets him Tydeus, here, renowned in arms, Parthenopæus, and the wan Adrastus' ghost. Here, sorely wept 'mong denizens of air, And fall'n in fight, the sons of Dardanus: All whom as he perceives in long array, His nostrils. Him thus scarce he recognized, As quakes he, and the dread infliction hides; And with familiar tones he speaks him first: Deiphobus, of might in arms, thou seed From lofty blood of Teucer, who hath 700 To chosen Such bloody vengeance to inflict? whom Was such great pow'r o'er thee allowed? To me Brought rumor [word] on [that] last night that thou, Worn out with mighty slaughter of the Greeks, Down sankest on a jumbled charnel-heap. 681. The smiths in the house of Riches were equally astonished at the sight of Sir Guyon: "But when an earthly wight they present saw Glistring in armes and battailous array, From their whot work they did themselves withdraw To wonder at the sight; for, till that day, They never creature saw that cam that way: Their staring eyes sparckling with fervent fyre, And ugly shapes did nigh the man dismay, That, were it not for shame, he would retyre." Spenser, F. Q., ii. 7, 37. 705. As Rowe makes Slaughter do: "The dreadful business of the war is o'er ; And Slaughter, that from yester morn till ev'n, With giant steps, passed striding o'er the field, Besmear'd and horrid with the blood of nations, Now weary sits among the mangled heaps, And slumbers o'er her prey." Tamerlane, ii. 1-6. On thy part hath been left [undone]; all [debts] Hast thou to thy Deiphobus discharged, And [that] Laconian [woman's] deathful guilt, Have plunged in these misfortunes. It is she Hath these memorials left. For, our last night How 'mid unreal joys we passed, thou know'st, And thou must needs remember it too well. 720 What time with bound the doomful horse o'erleaped High Pergamus, and, pregnant in its womb, Brought infantry in armor on us; she, A dance pretending, led the Phrygian dames, Enacting Bacchanalian revels round: Herself, the midmost, held a monster torch, And from the castle summit hailed the Greeks. Then me, forespent with sorrows, and with sleep Weighed down, my luckless couchingchamber held, 735. This miserable murderess scarce deserves to be connected with any allusion to Lady Macbeth: "Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! Make thick blood my Stop up th' access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th' effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers. There's not a spray for birds to perch upon; Fair beams about, has taken a deep melancholy, Shirley, The Court Secret, iv. 2. 750. Or: " Naiis. Behold the 752. dawn rosy Cloe. Awakèd from her dreams, Drayton, The Muses' Elysium, Nymphal iii. "Is it so much, and yet the morn not up? See yonder, where the shame-fac'd maiden comes! Into our sight how gently doth she slide, Hiding her chaste cheeks, like a modest bride, With a red veil of blushes!" Fletcher, The Woman-Hater, i. 1. 757, 8. "The clock upbraids me with the waste of time." Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, iii. 1. 760. "Eternity, the various sentence past, The goddess, with determin'd aspect, turns Ten thousand thousand fathom; there to rust, The deep resounds; and Hell, through all her glooms, Returns, in groans, the melancholy roar.' Young, Complaint, N. ix. Which stretches 'neath the walls of mighty | The clank of iron and the trail of chains. Dis; By this the route t' Elysium lies for us; Hell." Deiphobus in answer : "Storm thou not, Great priestess; I shall pass away, fill up The tale, and be restored to gloom. Go thou, Our pride! go, better fates enjoy!" Thus much He said, and at the word his footsteps wheeled. 770 Æneas on a sudden looks behind, And 'neath a cliff upon the left he sees A spacious hold, engirt with triple wall, Which, ravening with its scorching flames, the flood, Tartarean Phlegethon, beclips, and whirls The booming rocks. A gate there is in front, Colossal, and of solid adamant Its pillars; that no might of men, not e'en The heav'nly ones themselves, may have the power To root them from their base with steel. There stands [Up-mounting] to the gales an iron keep; And, sitting down, Tisiphone, with robe Blood-spattered, tucked beneath, the vestibule 782 Unsleeping sentinels both night and day. Hence groans are heard, and felon lashes ring; 773 "Horrors beneath, darkness in darkness, Hell Of Hell, where torments behind torments dwell; A furnace formidable, deep, and wide, O'er-boiling with a mad sulphureous tide, Expands its jaws, most dreadful to survey, And roars outrageous for the destin'd prey. The sons of light scarce unappall'd look down, And nearer press Heaven's everlasting throne." Young, Last Day, b. iii. 774. See note on 1. 416. 780. "Methinks Suspicion and Distrust dwell here, Staring with meagre forms through grated windows; Death lurks within, and unrelenting punishment; Without, grim danger, fear, and fiercest pow'r, Sit on the rude old tow'rs and Gothic battle ments: While horror overlooks the dreadful wall, Rowe, Lady Jane Grey, act iii. 784. A touching picture of a prisoner's woe from Chaucer; Knighte's Tale. Speaking of Palamon, 1281, 2: Æneas paused, and, startled by the din, Stood still. "What forms of guilt [are these], O maid?— Speak forth!-or by what vengeance are they plagued? What such distressful wailing to the air?" Then thus the prophetess began to speak : “O famous prince of Teucri, it to none 791 Is lawful in his purity to plant 66 A foot upon the cursed sill; but me When o'er the groves Avernian Hecat placed, Herself explained the vengeance of the gods, And she escorted me through every [spot]. These does the Gnosian Rhadamanthus hold, Thrice-rigid realms, and punishes and hears Their crafty sins, and forces them to own What crimes, committed in the upper world, 800 Each [soul], in unavailing secrecy Exulting, hath deferred to death ['s] late [hour]. Forthwith the guilty ones Avengeress "The pure fetters on his shinnes grete 802. "Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, 5. "Yet down his cheeks the gems of pity fell, "But ah! their scorned day of grace was past, Whilst Phoebus smote them sore, and fir'd the cloudless air." 809. Thomson, Castle of Indolence, end. "Before the gates there sat On either side a formidable shape: The one seem'd woman to the waist, and fair, |