"
Beaumont and Fletcher: _The Custom of the Country_.
"There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel
For each man's good--"
Chapman: _Bussy d'Ambois_.
2.
"The fann'd snow,
That's bolted by the northern blast thrice o'er."
Shakspeare: _A Winter's Tale_.
"Snow in the fall,
Purely refined by the bleak northern blast."
Davenport: _The City Nightcap_.
3.
"Like pearl
Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn
Upon the bashful rose."
Middleton: _The Game at Chess_.
"Together both, ere the high lawns appeared
Under the opening eyelids of the morn,
We drive afield."
Milton: _Lysidas_.
4.
"Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen enfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say--Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up."
Shakspeare: _Midsummer Night's Dream_.
"Nicht Blitzen gleich, die schnell vorueber schiessen,
Und ploetzlich von der Nacht verschlungen sind,
Mein Glueck wird seyn.
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