John Weever, 1599. Ad Io: Marston, & Ben: Iohnson. Marston, thy Muse enharbours Horace vaine, My Muse would muse. Such wittes must be admired. William holme The Stationers' Registers, 1600. 8 Aprilis Entred for his copie under the handes of master Harsnet. .vjd 4. Augusti As you like yt / a booke Henry the ffift / a booke Euery man in his humour / a booke The commedie of 'muche A doo about nothing' / a booke 14. Augusti to be staied Master Burby Walter Burre Entred for yeir [their] copie under the handes of master called Euery man in his humour. [Arber's Transcript, iii, 159, 37, 169.] Title-pages, 1600. .vjd The Comicall Satyre of Every Man out of his Humor. As it was first composed by the Author B. I. Containing more than hath been publikely Spoken or Acted. With the severall Character of every Person. [With an oblong printer's ornament of two winged satyr-like figures supporting a vase.] London, Printed for William Holme . . . 1600. [Second edition, with same wording, but with Peter Short's device, and different signatures and setting of type.] London, Printed for William Holme . . . 1600. [Third edition, with same wording.] London, Printed for Nicholas Linge, 1600. John Bodenham, 1600. To the Reader. Now that euery one may be fully satisfied concerning this Garden, that no man doth assume to him-selfe the praise thereof, or can arrogate to his owne deseruing those things which haue been deriued from so many rare and ingenious spirits; I haue set down both how, whence, and where these flowres had their first springing, till thus they were drawne togither into the Muses Garden, that euery ground may challenge his owne, each plant his particular, and no one be iniuried in the iustice of his merit. . . out of . . . Thomas, Earle of Surrey. The Lord Marquesse of Winchester. Mary, Countesse of Pembrooke. Sir Philip Sidney. From Poems and workes of these noble personages, extant. Edward, Earle of Oxenford. Ferdinando, Earle of Derby. Sir Walter Raleigh. Sir Edward Dyer. Fulke Greuile, Esquier. Sir John Harrington. From diuers essayes of their Poetrie; some extant among other Honourable personages writings; some from priuate labours and translations. Edmund Spencer. Henry Constable, Esquier. Samuell Daniell. Thomas Lodge, Doctor of Physicke. Michaell Drayton. John Dauies. Thomas Hudson. Henrie Locke, Esquier. John Marstone. Christopher Marlow. Beniamin Johnson. William Shakspeare. Thomas Churchyard, Esquier. Thomas Nash. Thomas Kidde. George Peele. Robert Greene. Josuah Syluester. Nicholas Breton. Geruase Markham. Thomas Storer. Robert Wilmot. Christopher Middleton. Richard Barnefield. These being Moderne and extant Poets, that have liu'd togither; from many of their extant workes, and some kept in priuat. Thomas Norton Esquier. George Gascoigne Esquier. Frauncis Kindlemarsh, Esquier. Thomas Atchlow. George Whetstones. These being deceased. . . [Belvedere, or The Garden of the Muses, reprinted in The Spenser Society's Publications, 1875. The volume consists of a collection of brief extracts from the English poets mentioned above. Four passages are quoted from Jonson's The Case is Altered.] Robert Allot, 1600. [In his England's Parnassus, or The Choicest Flowers of our Modern Poets, Allot quotes: Every Man in his Humour, II, i, 223, and V, i, 265; Every Man out of his Humour, Induction, l. 181, 230, I, i, 343, I, i, 405, II, ii, 80, III, ii, 113, IV, iv, 188; The Forest, Epode XI; Underwoods, Ode to the Earl of Desmond. The following passages attributed to Jonson remain untraced: Those that in blood such violent pleasure have, Seldome descend but bleeding to their grave. (P. 159.) Warres greatest woes, and miseries increase, Gold is a sutor, never tooke repulse, It carries Palme with it, (where e're it goes) And makes her supple feete, as swift as winde. Straines fancie unto foule Apostacie. And strikes the quickest-sighted Iudgement blinde. Then why should we dispaire? dispaire? Away: Where Gold's the Motive, women have.no Nay. (P. 192.)] Phillomuse]. John Marston, 1600-01. . Believe it, Doricus, his spirit Is higher blooded than to quake and pant At the report of Scoff's artillery. Shall he be crest-fall'n, if some looser brain, In flux of wit uncivilly befilth His slight composures? Shall his bosom faint, If drunken Censure belch out sour breath Shall his resolve be struck through with the blirt Of a goose-breath? What imperfect-born, Sink down his jaws, if that some juiceless husk, Why, gentle spirits, what loose-waving vane, Dor[icus]. Nay, nay, nay. Heaven's my hope, I cannot smooth this strain; By common sense; and that which pleasèd most, Were shaped to pleasure, not pleasure to your rules; Of three or four deem'd most judicious, It must enforce the world to current them, That you must spit defiance on dislike? Now, as I love the light, were I to pass The more we know, the more we want: |