BOOKS THE BEST COUNSELLORS.—A prince without letters, is a pilot without eyes. All his government is groping. In sovereignty it is a most happy thing not to be compelled; but so it is the most miserable not to be counselled. And how can he be counselled that cannot see to read the best counsellors (which are books); for they neither flatter us, nor hide from us? He may hear you will say; but how shall he always be sure to hear truth? or be counselled the best things, not the sweetest? They say princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom. an argument, that the good counsellors to princes are the best instruments of a good age. For though the prince himself be of a most prompt inclination to all virtue; yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor, and other tackle. (Discoveries: Illiteratus princeps). Which is FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. 77 FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. [Fletcher: Born, 1576. Died, 1625. Beaumont : Born, 1586. Died, 1616. They wrote 53 plays, 40 of which are generally accepted as produced solely by Fletcher, and 13 by both authors.] THE PLEASURE OF BOOKS. Give me leave T' enjoy myself; that place that does contain And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their Calling their victories, if unjustly got, (The Elder Brother, i., 2.) Duke. THE WORTH OF A BOOK. What's this? a poor gown? And this a piece of Seneca? Archas. Yes, sure, Sir, More worth than all your gold (yet you've enough on't) And of a mine far purer, and more precious; ROBERT HERRICK. [Born, 1591. Educated at Cambridge. Presented to the living of Dean Prior, 1629; ejected, 1648. Published "Hesperides; or, Works both Humane and Divine," 1648. Restored to his living, 1660. Died, 1674.] TO HIS BOOKE. While thou didst keep thy candor undefil'd, But when I saw thee wantonly to roame GOOD VERSES. Trust to good verses, then; Are lost i' th' funerall fire. And when all bodies meet In Lethe, to be drown'd; Then onely numbers sweet, With endless life are crown'd. (Ibid.) TO HIS BOOKE. Thou art a plant, sprung up to wither never, (Ibid.) UPON HIMSELF. Thou shalt not all die; for while love's fire shines Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines; And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's Fame and his name, both set and sing his lyricks. (Ibid.) TO A FRIEND. Looke in my booke, and herein see (Ibid.) ON HIS BOOKE. The bound, almost, now of my booke I see; Here we begin new life; while thousands quite Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night. THE CROWNING LINE. For those my unbaptised rhymes, (Ibid.) |