Chapter C: Marlowe

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FEELING.

----The feeling power which is life's root,
Through every living part itself doth shed,
By sinews which extend from head to foot,
And like a net all over the body spread.
Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit
In middle of her web which spreadeth wide,
If aught do touch the outmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.

J. DAVIES.

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INJUSTICE.

So foul a thing, O thou injustice art,
That torment'st the doer and distrest;
For when a man hath done a wicked part,
O how he strives to excuse--to make the best;
To shift the fault t' unburden his charg'd heart,
And glad to find the least surmise of rest;
And if he could make his, seem other's sin,
O what repose, what ease he'd find therein.

DANIELL.

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RICHES.

Vessels of brass oft handled brightly shine.
What difference between the richest mine
And basest earth, but use? for both not used
Are of little worth; then treasure is abused,
When misers keep it; being put to loan,
In time it will return us two for one.