“In the reproof of chance Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk! But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and anon behold The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut, Bounding between the two moist elements Like Perseus’ horse. . . . . . . . . Even so Doth valour’s show and valour’s worth divide In storms of fortune: for in her ray and brightness The herd hath more annoyance by the breese Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies fled under shade, why then the thing of courage As roused with rage with rage doth sympathize, And with an accent tuned in selfsame key Retorts to chiding fortune.” To the same great sentiments Georgette Montenay’s “EMBLEMES CHRESTIENNES” (Rochelle edition, p. 11) supplies a very suitable illustration; it is to the motto, _Quem timebo_?—“Whom shall I fear?”— “_Du grand peril des vens & de la mer, C’est homme a bien cognoissance très claire, Et ne craind point de se voir abismer Rusque son Dieu l’adresse et luy esclaire._” The device itself is excellent,—a single mariner on a tempestuous sea, undaunted in his little skiff; and the hand of Providence, issuing from a cloud, holds out to him a beacon light. “On a student entangled in love,” is the subject of Alciat’s 108th Emblem. The lover appears to have been a jurisconsult, whom Alciat, himself a jurisconsult, represents,— “Immersed in studies, in oratory and right well skilled, And great especially in all the processes of law, Haliarina he loves; as much as ever loved The Thracian prince his sister’s beauteous maid. Why in Cyprus dost thou overcome Pallas by another judge? Sufficient is it not to conquer at Mount Ida?” The unfinished thoughts of Alciat are brought out more completely by Whitney, who thus illustrates his subject (p. 135),— _Jn ſtudioſum captum amore._ [Illustration: _Whitney_, 1586.] “A Reuerend sage, of wisedome most profounde, Beganne to doate, and laye awaye his bookes: For CVPID then, his tender harte did wounde, That onlie nowe, he lik’de his ladies lookes? Oh VENVS staie? since once the price was thine, Thou ought’st not still, at PALLAS thus repine.”