"Spite of myself, I'll stay, fight, love, despair; And all this I can do, because I dare."--"Tyrannic Love," part ii. p. 89. ] [Footnote 46: In ridicule of this:-- "_Max._ Thou liest. There's not a god inhabits there, But, for this Christian, would all heaven forswear: Even Jove would try new shapes her love to win, And in new birds, and unknown beasts would sin; At least, if Jove could love like Maximin."-- "Tyrannic Love," p. 17.] [Footnote 47: "Some god now, if he dare relate what pass'd; Say, but he's dead, that god shall mortal be."--_Ibid._ p. 7. "Provoke my rage no farther, lest I be Reveng'd at once upon the gods, and thee."--_Ibid._ p. 8. "What had the gods to do with me, or mine."--_Ibid._ p. 57. ] [Footnote 48: "Poets, like lovers, should be bold, and dare; They spoil their business with an over-care: And he, who servilely creeps after sense, Is safe; but ne'er can reach to excellence."-- "Prologue to Tyrannic Love." ] [Footnote 49: "What various noises do my ears invade; And have a concert of confusion made?"--"Siege of Rhodes," p. 4. ] [Footnote 50: In ridicule of this:-- "_Naker._ Hark, my Damilcar, we are call'd below. _Dam._ Let us go, let us go: Go to relieve the care, Of longing lovers in despair. _Naker._ Merry, merry, merry, we sail from the east, Half tippled at a rainbow feast. _Dam._ In the bright moonshine, while winds whistle loud, Tivy, tivy, tivy, we mount and we fly, All racking along in a downy white cloud; And lest our leap from the sky should prove too far, We slide on the back of a new-falling star. _Naker._ And drop from above, In a jelly of love. _Dam._ But now the sun's down, and the element's red, The spirits of fire against us make head. _Naker._ They muster, they muster, like gnats in the air: Alas! I must leave thee, my fair; And to my light-horsemen repair. _Dam._ O stay! for you need not to fear 'em to-night; The wind is for us, and blows full in their sight: And o'er the wide ocean we fight. Like leaves in the autumn, our foes will fall down, And hiss in the water.... _Both._ And hiss in the water, and drown. _Naker._ But their men lie securely intrench'd in a cloud, And a trumpeter-hornet to battle sounds loud. _Dam._ Now mortals that spy How we tilt in the sky, With wonder will gaze; And fear such events as will ne'er come to pass. _Naker._ Stay you to perform what the man will have done. _Dam._ Then call me again when the battle is won. _Both._ So ready and quick is a spirit of air, To pity the lover, and succour the fair, That silent and swift, that little soft god, Is here with a wish, and is gone with a nod."-- "Tyrannic Love," pp. 24, 25. ] [Footnote 51: See "Tyrannic Love," act iv. sc. 1.] [Footnote 52: In ridicule of this:--