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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Richard Crashaw. (1612?–1649) (continued)
    Sydneian showers
Of sweet discourse, whose powers
Can crown old Winter’s head with flowers.
          Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
    A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer’s day.
          In Praise of Lessius’s Rule of Health.
    The modest front of this small floor,
Believe me, reader, can say more
Than many a braver marble can,—
“Here lies a truly honest man!”
          Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton.
Richard Lovelace. (1618–1657?)
    Oh, could you view the melody
  Of every grace
  And music of her face, 1
You ’d drop a tear;
  Seeing more harmony
  In her bright eye
Than now you hear.
          Orpheus to Beasts.
    I could not love thee, dear, so much,
  Lov’d I not honour more.
          To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.
    When flowing cups pass swiftly round
  With no allaying Thames. 2
          To Althea from Prison, ii.
    Fishes that tipple in the deep,
  Know no such liberty.
          To Althea from Prison, ii.
Note 1.
See Browne, Quotation 8.

The mind, the music breathing from her face.—Lord Byron: Bride of Abydos, canto i. stanza 6. [back]
Note 2.
See Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Quotation 3. [back]