Gain there will be, no doubt, to be disposed [of] by you. Let it be to the poorest of his servants. I desire only care to be had of his honour; who, I fear, hath carried the honour of these latter ages with him.
Sir, pardon me! I make this the business of my life; and desire GOD to show that He is your GOD.
From my Lodge, not well, this day in haste.
Your Honour's
FOULK GREVILL.
Sir, I had waited on you myself for [an] answer, because I
am jealous of time in it: but in truth I am nothing well.
Good Sir, think of it!
State Papers, Dom. Eliz. Vol. 195, Art. 43, in Public Record Office, London.
VIII.
Here we must stop. Annotation must be as a rule forbidden
in this Series, or we shall never get to the end of it. We
have briefly indicated a few points which may better enable
us to appreciate these wonderful poems. How nobly
SIDNEY describes them at page 528!
STELLA! the fulness of my thoughts of thee
Cannot be stayed within my panting breast;
But they do swell and struggle forth of me
Till that in words, thy figure be exprest.
What subtle beauties are there in them! What palpable ones also. Those "sighs stolen out, or killed before full born," p. 536; "thou straight look'st babies in her eyes," i.e. the reflection of lovers in each other's eyes, p. 508. Is there in our Literature another such glorification of a kiss, as that on p. 542? What can be more charming than the coy way in which it ends?
But lo! lo! where she is
Cease we to praise. Now pray we for a kiss?
The following Sonnet, in honour of her "sweet swelling lip," is quite a counterpart of this. Akin to these, is that representation at p. 524 of CUPID playing in STELLA'S lips:—
With either lip, he doth the other kiss.
