But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

ANTHEA--

Now is the time when all the lights wax dim,
And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him
Who was thy servant. Dearest, bury me
Under the holy-oak or gospel tree;...
Or, for mine honour, lay me in that tomb
In which thy sacred relics shall have room:
For my embalming, sweetest, there will be
No spices wanting when I'm laid by thee.

--HERRICK (_Hesperides_).


V. NICK BOTTOM 43

BOT. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find out
moonshine, find out moonshine.

--_A Midsummer Night's Dream_, Act III., Sc. i.