SEVENTH YEAR-FIRST HALF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ENGLAND, 1564-1616 Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed. —“OTHELLO," Act II, Sc. 3. When daisies pied and violets blue, Do paint the meadows with delight. "LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST," Act V, Sc. 2. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, 5 10 This other Eden, demi-paradise; This fortress built by Nature for herself 10 This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. "RICHARD II," Act II, Sc. 1. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, Your sad tires in a mile-a. - From "WINTER'S TALE." The Downfall of Wolsey Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! 15 This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely 20 His greatness is a ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Never to hope again. - From "HENRY VIII.” 10 BEN JONSON ENGLAND, 1574-1637 The Noble Nature It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of Light. 15 20 5 10 JOHN MILTON ENGLAND, 1608-1674 Song on a May Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire 15 ISAAC WATTS ENGLAND, 1674-1748 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Before the hills in order stood, |