SHAKESPEARE.
Take your paper, too.
And let me have them very well perfumed,
For she is sweeter than perfume itself
To whom they go to.
_Taming of the Shrew, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Sabean odors from the spicy shore
Of Arabie the blest.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto I_. A. POPE.
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.
I cannot talk with civet in the room,
A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume.
_Conversation_. W. COWPER.
PERSONAL.
CHAUCER.
As that renowned poet them compyled
With warlike numbers and heroicke sound,
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
_Faerie Queene, Bk. IV. Canto II_. E. SPENSER.
EARL OF WARWICK.
Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick!
Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings.
_King Henry VI., Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.
GALILEO.
The starry Galileo, with his woes.
_Childe Harold, Canto IV_. LORD BYRON.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
The admired mirror, glory of our isle,
Thou far, far more than mortal man, whose style
Struck more men dumb to hearken to thy song
Than Orpheus' harp, or Tully's golden tongue.
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