and has not infrequent Alexandrines, the most certain of which is--
As to | make this | rela|tion. Care | and ut|most shifts.
But he makes the verse more and more free and original, as in the following extracts:
Yea, there | where ve|ry des|ola|tion dwells, By grots | and ca|verns shagged | with hor|rid shades, She may | pass on | with un|blenched maj|esty, Be it | not done | in pride | or in | presump|tion. Some say | no ev|il thing | that walks | by night, In fog | or fire, | by lake | or moor|ish fen, Blue mea|gre hag, | or stub|born un|laid ghost, That breaks | his mag|ic chains | at cur|few time, No gob|lin or |swart fa|ery of | the mine, Hath hurt|ful power | o'er true | virgin|ity. Do ye | believe | me yet, | or shall | I call Anti|quity | from the | old schools | of Greece To test|ify | the arms | of chas|tity?
Hence had | the hunt|ress Di|an her | dread bow, Fair sil|ver-shaft|ed queen | for ev|er chaste, Wherewith | she tamed | the brind|ed li|oness And spot|ted moun|tain-pard, | but set | at nought The fri|vŏlŏus bōlt | of Cu|pid; gods | and men Feared her | stern frown, | and she | was queen | ŏ' thĕ wōods. . . . . . . .
Methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe Stirs up among the loose unlettered hinds, When, for their teeming flocks and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
(The full comments given on previous passages make it unnecessary to annotate this much. The last passage has the full paragraph combination.[41])
Not light | of love, la|dy, Though fan|cy do prick | thee, Let con|stancy | possess | thy heart: Well wor|thy of blam|yng They be | and defam|ing, From plight|ed troth | which back | do start. Dear dame! Then fick|leness ban|ish And fol|ly extin|guish, Be skil|ful in guid|ing, And stay | thee from slid|ing, And stay | thee, And stay | thee!
(_Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions_ (1578).)
(Anapæstic substitution (if not definite anapæstic base) arising doubtless rather from _tune_ than from deliberate prosodic purpose; but quite prosodically correct, and sure to propagate itself.)
My bon|ny lass, | thine eye, So sly Hath made | me sor|row so-- Thy crim|son cheeks, | my dear, So clear, Have so | much wrought | my woe,