Then he comes to the bringing up of the boy, andwith as much earnestness as Jean-Jacques, and withtrue and moving eloquence, he beseeches the motherto be the nurse of her own progeny. "It is mostnecessary and most naturall in mine opinion, that themother of the childe be also the nurse, both for theentire love she beareth to the babe, and the great desireshe hath to have it well nourished: for is there anyone more meete to bring up the infant than she thatbore it? or will any be carefull for it, as she thatbredde it?... Is the earth called the mother of allthings onely bicause it bringeth forth? No, butbicause it nourisheth those things that springe out ofit. Whatsoever is bred in ye sea is fed in the sea; noplant, no tree, no hearbe commeth out of the groundthat is not moystened, and as it were noursed of themoysture and mylke of the earth; the lyonesse nursethhir whelps, the raven cherisheth hir byrdes, the viperher broode, and shal a woman cast away her babe?
"Next, to prove yourself a man of erudition in polite literature andcosmography, manage that the river Tagus shall be named in your story,and there you are at once with another famous annotation, settingforth—The river Tagus was so called after a King of Spain: it has itssource in such and such a place and falls into the ocean, kissingthe walls of the famous city of Lisbon, and it is a common belief thatit has golden sands, etc. If you should have anything to do withrobbers, I will give you the story of Cacus, for I have it by heart;if with loose women, there is the Bishop of Mondonedo, who will giveyou the loan of Lamia, Laida, and Flora, any reference to whom willbring you great credit; if with hard-hearted ones, Ovid will furnishyou with Medea; if with witches or enchantresses, Homer has Calypso,and Virgil Circe; if with valiant captains, Julius Caesar himself willlend you himself in his own 'Commentaries,' and Plutarch will give youa thousand Alexanders. If you should deal with love, with two ouncesyou may know of Tuscan you can go to Leon the Hebrew, who willsupply you to your heart's content; or if you should not care to go toforeign countries you have at home Fonseca's 'Of the Love of God,'in which is condensed all that you or the most imaginative mind canwant on the subject. In short, all you have to do is to manage toquote these names, or refer to these stories I have mentioned, andleave it to me to insert the annotations and quotations, and I swearby all that's good to fill your margins and use up four sheets atthe end of the book.
Age Of Innocence, The, by Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937
Authors of poems also took their plots from storiesin Sidney's novel, one of the most popular amongthose stories was the adventures of Argalus andParthenia; it was constantly reprinted in a separateform, and was the subject of a long poem by the well-knownFrancis Quarles, the author of the "Emblemes.""It was," says he in his preface, "a scion taken out ofthe orchard of Sir Philip Sidney of precious memory,which I have lately graffed upon a crab-stock in mineown.... This book differs from my former as acourtier from a churchman." Not less did it differfrom his later books, among which the "Emblemes"were to figure; but the pious author eases his conscienceabout it by alleging "precedents for it." It cannot bedenied that if Quarles' "churchman" was very devouthis "courtier" was very worldly. He goes far beyondSidney in his descriptions of love, of physical loveespecially, and uses in this matter a freedom of speechand a bantering tone which reminds us much more ofthe Reine de Navarre than of the author of the"Emblemes." Such as it is, however, this poemremains, so far as literary merit goes, one of the bestQuarles ever wrote. He scarcely ever reached againthis terseness and vivacity of style, and this .Having for once shut himself out of the church, andnot for long, he wanted it seems to do the best withhis time, and if he was sinning, at least to enjoy hissin.
Crusade Of The Excelsior, The, by Harte, Bret, 1836-1902
Sidney's heroes, in the meantime, Prince Musidorusand Prince Pyrocles, the latter disguised as a womanunder the name of the amazon Zelmane, are in lovewith the Princesses Pamela and Philoclea, daughters ofthe King of Arcady. A great many crosses are in theway of the lovers' happiness. They have to fighthelots, lions, bears, enemies from Corinth. They loseeach other, find each other again, and relate theiradventures. The masculine amazon especially doeswonders, for she has to fight not only with the sword,but in argument. She is so pretty in woman's costumethat the old king Basilius, until then wise and virtuous,falls distractedly in love with her, as imprudent asFior-di-Spina in Ariosto; while the queen, whom thedisguise does not deceive, feels an intense passion springup in her heart for the false amazon and a terriblejealousy of her own daughter, Philoclea.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,And these are of them.
He closes with a witty and delightful ending, akindly wish for the hardened enemies of poetry:"Yet this much curse I must send you, in the behalfeof all Poets, that while you live, you live in love, andnever get favour, for lacking skill of a sonnet: andwhen you die, your memory die from the earth, forwant of an epitaph."