“Five Books of Song.” IV. _The Two Worlds._ 1894, p. 154. MATHILDE BLIND, _c._ 1894 (1841-1896) “_Shakespeare._” Yearning to know herself for all she was, Her passionate clash of warring good and ill, Her new life ever ground in Death’s old mill, With every delicate detail and _en masse_,— Blind Nature strove. Lo, then it came to pass, That Time, to work out her unconscious will, Once wrought the mind which she had groped to fill, And she beheld herself as in a glass. The world of men, unrolled before our sight, Showed like a map, where stream and waterfall, And village-cradling vale and cloud-capped height Stand faithfully recorded, great and small, For Shakespeare was, and at his touch with light Impartial as the sun’s, revealed the All. “Shakespeare Sonnets, VII.” _Poetical Works._ Ed. Arthur Symons. 1900, p. 443. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, BEFORE 1892 (1809-1892) There are three repartees in Shakespeare which always bring tears to my eyes from their simplicity. One is in _King Lear_, when Lear says to Cordelia, “So young and so untender,” and Cordelia lovingly answers, “So young, my lord, and true.” And in _The Winter’s Tale_, when Florizel takes Perdita’s hand to lead her to the dance, and says, “So turtles pair that never mean to part,” and the little Perdita answers, giving her hand to Florizel, ”I’ll swear for ’em.” And in _Cymbeline_, when Imogen in tender rebuke says to her husband: “Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a rock; and now, Throw me again!” and Posthumus does not ask forgiveness, but answers, kissing her: “Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die.” _Life and Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson._ Ed. Hallam, Lord Tennyson. 1898, vol. iv. pp. 39 _et seq._ See also _ib._, pp. 39-43. SIDNEY LEE, 1899 (_b._ 1859)