Whitney adopts the same motto (p. 220), “He conquers who endures;” but while retaining from Junius the ash-tree in the pictorial illustration, he introduces into his stanzas “the mightie oke,” instead of the “stout ash.” From Erasmus (_in Epist._) he introduces an excellent quotation, that “it is truly the mark of a great mind to pass over some injuries, nor to have either ears or tongue ready for certain revilings.” _Vincit qui patitur._ [Illustration: _Whitney, 1586._] “The mightie oke, that shrinkes not with a blaste. But stiflie standes, when Boreas moste doth blowe, With rage thereof, is broken downe at laste, When bending reedes, that couche in tempestes lowe With yeelding still, doe safe, and sounde appeare: And looke alofte, when that the cloudes be cleare. When Enuie, Hate, Contempte, and Slaunder, rage: Which are the stormes, and tempestes, of this life; With patience then, wee must the combat wage, And not with force resist their deadlie strife: But suffer still, and then wee shall in fine, Our foes subdue, when they with shame shall pine.” On several occasions Shakespeare introduces this fable, and once moralises on it quite in Whitney’s spirit, if not in his manner. It is in the song of Guiderius and Arviragus from the _Cymbeline_ (act iv. sc. 2, l. 259, vol. ix. p. 257),— “_Gui._ Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta’en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. _Arv._ Fear no more the frown o’ the great; Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust.” Less direct is the reference in the phrase from _Troilus and Cressida_ (act i. sc. 3, l. 49, vol. vi. p. 143),— “when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks.” To the same purport are Cæsar’s words (_Julius Cæsar_, act i. sc. 3, l. 5, vol. vii. p. 334),— “I have seen tempests, when the scolding wings Have rived the knotty oaks.” In _Love’s Labour’s Lost_ (act iv. sc. 2, l. 100, vol. ii. p. 138), the Canzonet, which Nathaniel reads, recognises the fable itself,— “If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow’d! Though to myself forsworn, to thee I’ll faithful prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bow’d.”