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# The Arte or Crafte of Rhethoryke

The Arte or Craft of Rhetoryke, written about 1530, was the first book in English on rhetoric.
The University of Chicago
FOUNDED BY JOHN D. ROCKEFELLER
ENGLISH STUDIES
(No. V)
LEONARD COX
THE ARTE OR CRAFTE OF RHETHORYKE
A REPRINT
EDITED
WITH AN INTRODUCTION, NOTES, AND GLOSSARIAL INDEX
BY
FREDERIC IVES CARPENTER, Ph.D.
CHICAGO
The University of Chicago Press
1899
CONTENTS.
| | PAGE |
| Introduction: I. The Beginnings of Prose Criticism in England—Value of Cox's Rhetoric—Life of Cox—Birth and Education—Travels—Date of the Rhetoric—Letters : from Erasmus; to Toy and Cromwell—Leland on Cox's Learning—Schoolmaster at Reading——The Frith affair—Later Years | 7-18 |
| II. List of Works by Cox | 18-22 |
| III. The Rhetoric of Cox—Renaissance Rhetoric—Passages on Rhetoric in England preceding Cox : Traversanus ; Caxton ; Hawes—Aim and Plan of Cox's Work—Its Source : Melanchthon—Cox and contemporary English Prose—Chief English Writers on Rhetoric following Cox : Wilson, Jonson, Bacon | 22-33 |
| A.—Appendix: Minor Rhetorical Writings of the Sixteenth Century in England : Sherry, Kamolde, Ascham, Fulwood, Peacham, Harvey, Mulcaster, Fenner, Fraunce, etc. | 33-34 |
| An Analysis and Outline of the Rhetoric of Melanchthon in Mosellanus' "In Philippi Melanchthonis Rhetorica Tabulae" (serving equally as an analytical Table of Contents for Cox) | 35-38 |
| The Arte or Crafte of Rhethoryke, by Leonard Cox : Reprint of the edition of circa 1530, with variorum readings from the edition of 1532 | 39-88 |
| Melanchthon's "Institutiones Rhetoricae," 1521: Reprint of the portion dealing with Invention | 89-102 |
| Notes | 103-112 |
| Glossarial, Technical, and Personal Index | 113-117 |
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# The Arte or Crafte of Rhethoryke/Preface

PREFACE.
The object of this number of the English Studies of the University of Chicago is to make accessible in a literal reprint the first Rhetoric printed in the English language. The work here reproduced is one of the earliest English schoolbooks and is significant for the history of English prose in the first half of the sixteenth century. It is moreover a work connected in many interesting ways with the humanistic movement and the revival of learning in England, and with Erasmus, Melanchthon, and their associates. In the Introduction I have endeavored to arrange and present all the important material available for the elucidation of the life and work of Cox, himself one of this circle. Much of this material apparently has been hitherto overlooked or insufficiently considered, but I have studied to present it without comment so far as possible. I regret that several points still remain in doubt and that I have been unable to discover and consult several works ascribed to Cox and here listed in the Bibliography of his Works.
The digest of Melanchthon, Cox's principal source, by Mosellanus, is here given, inasmuch as the correspondence between the works of Cox and Melanchthon is so close that this digest serves equally well as an analytical table of contents for Cox. Later on the source in full in Melanchthon, so far as used by Cox, also is reprinted. The reprint of Cox's own text follows the undated first edition (A) of circa 1530, usually assigned by bibliographers to 1524. Corrections and variant readings from the edition of 1532 (B) are noted at the foot of the page; but a few corrections in punctuation introduced in B have been silently adopted. Contractions have been generally expanded and in all cases are indicated by italics.
I desire to express my especial obligations to Professor W. D. MacClintock of the University of Chicago, who first suggested the ​present reprint. I am indebted for suggestions or for assistance received also to the authorities of the Library of the British Museum, and especially to Messrs. A. W. Pollard, R. Proctor, and Richard Garnett; to Mr. Henry R. Plomer, London; to Professor R. M. Werner of the University of Lemberg; to Professor C. H. Moore of Harvard University; and to Professors Paul Shorey and J. M. Manly and Dr. Karl Pietsch of the University of Chicago.
Frederic Ives Carpenter.
University of Chicago, January 1899.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 1

PRELUDE.
WINGS.
Ascend, oh my Soul, with the wings of the lark ascend!
Soaring away and away far into the blue.
Or with the shrill seagull to the breakers bend,
Or with the bee, where the grasses and field-flowers blend,
Drink out of golden cups of the honey-dew.
Ascend, oh my Soul, on the wings of the wind as it blows,
Striking wild organ-blasts from the forest trees,
Or on the zephyr bear love of the rose to the rose,
Or with the hurricane sower cast seed as he goes
Limitless ploughing the leagues of the sibilant seas.
Ascend, oh my Soul, on the wings of the choral strain,
Invisible tier above tier upbuilding sublime;
Note as it scales after note in a rhythmical chain
Reaching from chaos and welter of struggle and pain,
Far into vistas empyreal receding from time.
Ascend! take wing on the thoughts of the Dead, my Soul,
Breathing in colour and stone, flashing through epic and song:
Thoughts that like avalanche snows gather force as they roll,
Mighty to fashion and knead the phenomenal throng
Of generations of men as they thunder along.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 20

APPLE-GATHERING.
Essex flats are pink with clover, Kent is crowned with flaunting hops, Whitely shine the cliffs of Dover, Yellow wave the Midland crops;
Sussex Downs the flocks grow sleek on, But, for me, I love to stand Where the Herefordshire beacon Watches o'er his orchard land.
Where now sun, now shadow dapples— As it wavers in the breeze— Clumps of fresh-complexioned apples On the heavy-laden trees:
Red and yellow, streaked and hoary, Russet-coated, pale or brown— Some are dipped in sunset glory, And some painted by the dawn.
What profusion, what abundance! Not a twig but has its fruits; High in air some in the sun dance, Some lie scattered near the roots.
These the hasty winds have taken Are a green, untimely crop; Those by burly rustics shaken Fall with loud resounding plop.
In this mellow autumn weather, Ruddy 'mid the long green grass, Heaped-up baskets stand together, Filled by many a blowsy lass.
Red and yellow, streaked and hoary, Pile them on the granary floors, Till the yule-log's flame in glory Loudly up the chimney roars;
Till gay troops of children, lightly Tripping in with shouts of glee, See ripe apples dangling brightly On the red-lit Christmas-tree.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 21

THE SONGS OF SUMMER.
The songs of summer are over and past! The swallow's forsaken the dripping eaves; Ruined and black 'mid the sodden leaves The nests are rudely swung in the blast: And ever the wind like a soul in pain Knocks and knocks at the window-pane.
The songs of summer are over and past! Woe's me for a music sweeter than theirs— The quick, light bound of a step on the stairs, The greeting of lovers too sweet to last: And ever the wind like a soul in pain Knocks and knocks at the window-pane.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 27

THE RED SUNSETS, 1883.
The boding sky was charactered with cloud, The scripture of the storm—but high in air, Where the unfathomed zenith still was bare, A pure expanse of rose-flushed violet glowed And, kindling into crimson light, o'erflowed The hurrying wrack with such a blood-red glare, That heaven, igniting, wildly seemed to flare On the dazed eyes of many an awe-struck crowd.
And in far lands folk presaged with blanched lips Disastrous wars, earthquakes, and foundering ships Such whelming floods as never dykes could stem, Or some proud empire's ruin and eclipse: Lo, such a sky, they cried, as burned o'er them Once lit the sacking of Jerusalem!
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 23

GREEN LEAVES AND SERE.
Three tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast, The carded clouds are blown like wool, And the yellowing leaves fly thick and fast.
The leaves, now driven before the blast, Now flung by fits on the curdling pool, Are tossed heaven-high and dropped at last As if at the whim of a jabbering fool.
O leaves, once rustling green and cool! Two met here where one moans aghast With wild heart heaving towards the past: Three tall poplars beside the pool.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 25

THE PASSING YEAR
No breath of wind stirs in the painted leaves,
The meadows are as stirless as the sky,
Like a Saint's halo golden vapours lie
Above the restful valley's garnered sheaves.
The journeying Sun, like one who fondly grieves,
Above the hills seems loitering with a sigh,
As loth to bid the fruitful earth good-bye,
On these hushed hours of luminous autumn eves.   There is a pathos in his softening glow.
Which like a benediction seems to hover
O'er the tranced earth, ere he must sink below
And leave her widowed of her radiant Lover,
A frost-bound sleeper in a shroud of snow
While winter winds howl a wild dirge above her.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 28

THE RED SUNSETS, 1883.
The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light,
And o'er wet roofs and huddling streets below
Hang with a strange Apocalyptic glow
On the black fringes of the wintry night.
Such bursts of glory may have rapt the sight
Of him to whom on Patmos long ago
The visionary angel came to show
That heavenly city built of chrysolite.
And lo, three factory hands begrimed with soot,
Aflame with the red splendour, marvelling stand,
And gaze with lifted faces awed and mute.
Starved of earth's beauty by Man's grudging hand,
O toilers, robbed of labour's golden fruit,
Ye, too, may feast in Nature's fairyland.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 24

THE HUNTER'S MOON.
The Hunter's Moon rides high, High o'er the close-cropped plain; Across the desert sky The herded clouds amain Scamper tumultuously, Chased by the hounding wind That yelps behind.
The clamorous hunt is done, Warm-housed the kennelled pack; One huntsman rides alone With dangling bridle slack; He wakes a hollow tone, Far echoing to his horn In clefts forlorn.
The Hunter's Moon rides low, Her course is nearly sped. Where is the panting roe? Where hath the wild deer fled? Hunter and hunted now Lie in oblivion deep: Dead or asleep.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 26

THE ROBIN REDBREAST.
The year's grown songless! No glad pipings thrill The hedge-row elms, whose wind-worn branches shower Their leaves on the sere grass, where some late flower In golden chalice hoards the sunlight still. Our summer guests, whose raptures used to fill Each apple-blossomed garth and honeyed bower, Have in adversity's inclement hour Abandoned us to bleak November's chill.
But hearken! Yonder russet bird among The crimson clusters of the homely thorn
Still bubbles o'er with little rills of song— A blending of sweet hope and resignation:
Even so, when life of love and youth is shorn,
One friend becomes its last, best consolation.
# The Ascent of Man/Poem 22

AUTUMN TINTS.
Coral-coloured yew-berries
Strew the garden ways,
Hollyhocks and sunflowers
Make a dazzling blaze
In these latter days.   Marigolds by cottage doors
Flaunt their golden pride,
Crimson-punctured bramble leaves
Dapple far and wide
The green mountain-side.
Far away, on hilly slopes
Where fleet rivulets run,
Miles on miles of tangled fern,
Burnished by the sun,
Glow a copper dun.   For the year that's on the wane,
Gathering all its fire,
Flares up through the kindling world
As, ere they expire,
Flames leap high and higher.
# Texas Railway Company v. Archibald/Dissent Brewer

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Dissenting Opinion Josiah Brewer
United States Supreme Court
170 U.S. 665
Texas Railway Company v. Archibald
Mr. Justice BREWER dissenting.

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# Texas Railway Company v. Barrett

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United States Supreme Court
166 U.S. 617
Texas Railway Company v. Barrett
John F. Dillon, W. S. Pierce, and D. D. Duncan, for plaintiff.
A. H. Garland and R. C. Garland, for defendant.
Mr. Chief Justice FULLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Texas Railway Company v. Clayton

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United States Supreme Court
173 U.S. 348
Texas Railway Company v. Clayton
Rush Taggart and Arthur H. Masten, for plaintiff in error.
Treadwell Cleveland, for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice HARLAN delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Texas Railway Company v. Cody

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United States Supreme Court
166 U.S. 606
Texas Railway Company v. Cody
This was an action commenced by Henry D. Cody against the Texas & Pacific Railway Company in the district court of Tarrant county, Tex., and removed by defendant to the circuit court of the United States for the Northern district of Texas.
Plaintiff alleged in his petition that on March 4, 1892, he was injured at the crossing of the track of the defendant company over Jennings avenue, in the city of Ft. Worth, Tex., by the carelessness and negligence of the defendant and its agents and servants. Defendant demurred generally, and pleaded the general issue, and, in special pleas, alleged the contributory negligence of plaintiff, and his failure to exercise due care under the circumstances. The issues were submitted to a jury, which found a verdict in favor of plaintiff for the sum of $7,500, on which judgment was rendered. The case was taken to the circuit court of appeals for the Fifth circuit, and the judgment affirmed (30 U.S. App. 183, 14 C. C. A. 310, and 67 Fed. 71), whereupon it was brought to this court by writ of error.
John F. Dillon, W. S. Pierce, and D. D. Duncan, for plaintiff in error.
E. B. Kruttschnitt, E. H. Farrar, B. F. Jonas, and Thomas F. West, for defendant in error.
Mr. Chief Justice FULLER, after stating the facts in the foregoing language, delivered the opinion of the court.

## Notes

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# Texas Railway Company v. Archibald

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Brewer
United States Supreme Court
170 U.S. 665
Texas Railway Company v. Archibald
John F. Dillon, W. S. Pierce, and D. D Duncan, for plaintiff in error.
James Turner, for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the court.

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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 1/Number 3/Catawba Wine

Featured in Vol 1., No.3 of The Atlantic Monthly. (January 1858)
CATAWBA WINE.
This song of mine Is a Song of the Vine, To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the rain begins To darken the drear Novembers. ​It is not a song Of the Scuppernong, From warm Carolinian valleys, Nor the Isabel And the Muscadel That bask in our garden alleys.
Nor the red Mustang, Whose clusters hang O'er the waves of the Colorado, And the fiery flood Of whose purple blood Has a dash of Spanish bravado.
For richest and best Is the wine of the West, That grows by the Beautiful River; Whose sweet perfume Fills all the room With a benison on the giver.
And as hollow trees Are the haunts of bees, For ever going and coming; So this crystal hive Is all alive With a swarming and buzzing and humming.
Very good in its way Is the Verzenay, Or the Sillery soft and creamy; But Catawba wine Has a taste more divine, More dulcet, delicious, and dreamy.
There grows no vine By the haunted Rhine, By Danube or Guadalquivir, Nor on island or cape, That bears such a grape As grows by the Beautiful River.
Drugged is their juice For foreign use, When shipped o'er the reeling Atlantic, To rack our brains With the fever pains, That have driven the Old World frantic.
To the sewers and sinks With all such drinks, And after them tumble the mixer; ​For a poison malign Is such Borgia wine, Or at best but a Devil's Elixir.
While pure as a spring Is the wine I sing, And to praise it, one needs but name it; For Catawba wine Has need of no sign, No tavern-bush to proclaim it.
And this Song of the Vine, This greeting of mine, The winds and the birds shall deliver To the Queen of the West, In her garlands dressed, On the banks of the Beautiful River.
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# The Ambassadors (London: Methuen & Co., 1903)/Part 5

PART FIFTH
# The Ambassadors (London: Methuen & Co., 1903)/Part 3

PART THIRD
# The Ambassadors (London: Methuen & Co., 1903)/Part 4

PART FOURTH
# The "Bab" Ballads/Disillusioned

DISILLUSIONED.
By an Ex-Enthusiast.
OH, that my soul its gods could see
As years ago they seemed to me
When first I painted them;
Invested with the circumstance
Of old conventional romance:
Exploded theorem!
The bard who could, all men above,
Inflame my soul with songs of love,
And, with his verse, inspire
The craven soul who feared to die,
With all the glow of chivalry
And old heroic fire;
I found him in a beerhouse tap
Awaking from a gin-born nap,
With pipe and sloven dress;
Amusing chums, who fooled his bent,
With muddy, maudlin sentiment,
And tipsy foolishness!
The novelist, whose painting pen
To legions of fictitious men
A real existence lends,
Brain-people whom we rarely fail,
Whene'er we hear their names, to hail
As old and welcome friends;
I found in clumsy, snuffy suit,
In seedy glove, and blucher boot,
Uncomfortably big.
Particularly commonplace, With vulgar, coarse, stock-broking face,
And spectacles and wig.
My favourite actor who, at will,
With mimic woe my eyes could fill
With unaccustomed brine:
A being who appeared to me
(Before I knew him well) to be
A song incarnadine;
I found a coarse unpleasant man
With speckled chin—unhealthy, wan—
Of self-importance full:
Existing in an atmosphere
That reeked of gin and pipes and beer— Conceited, fractious, dull.
The warrior whose ennobled name
Is woven with his country's fame,
Triumphant over all,
I found weak, palsied, bloated, blear;
His province seemed to be, to leer
At bonnets in Pall Mall.
Would that ye always shone, who write,
Bathed in your own innate lime-light,
And ye who battles wage,
Or that in darkness I had died
Before my soul had ever sighed
To see you off the stage!
# The "Bab" Ballads/General John

GENERAL JOHN.
THE bravest names for fire and flames,
And all that mortal durst,
Were General John and Private James,
Of the Sixty-seventy-first.
General John was a soldier tried,
A chief of warlike dons;
A haughty stride and a withering pride
Were Major-General John's.
A sneer would play on his martial phiz,
Superior birth to show;
"Pish!" was a favourite word of his,
And he often said "Ho! ho!"
Full-Private James described might be,
As a man of a mournful mind;
No characteristic trait had he
Of any distinctive kind.
From the ranks, one day, cried Private James,
"Oh! Major-General John,
I've doubts of our respective names,
My mournful mind upon.
"A glimmering thought occurs to me,
(Its source I can't unearth)
But I've a kind of notion we
Were cruelly changed at birth
"I've a strange idea, each other's names
That we have each got on.
Such things have been," said Private James.
"They have!" sneered General John.
"My General John, I swear upon
My oath I think 'tis so—"
"Pish!" proudly sneered his General John,
And he also said, "Ho! ho!"
"My General John! my General John!
My General John!" quoth he,
"This aristocratical sneer upon
Your face I blush to see!
"No truly great or generous cove
Deserving of them names,
Would sneer at a fixed idea that's drove
In the mind of a Private James!"
Said General John, "Upon your claims
No need your breath to waste;
If this is a joke, Full-Private James,
It's a joke of doubtful taste.
"But, being a man of doubtless worth,
If you feel certain quite
That we were probably changed at birth,
I'll venture to say you're right."   So General John as Private James Fell in, parade upon;
And Private James, by change of names,
Was Major General John.
# The "Bab" Ballads/Joe Golightly

JOE GOLIGHTLY;
Or, the First Lord's Daughter.
A TAR, but poorly prized,
Long, shambling, and unsightly,
Thrashed, bullied, and despised,
Was wretched Joe Golightly.
He bore a workhouse brand,
No pa or ma had claimed him,
The Beadle found him, and
The Board of Guardians named him.
P'r'aps some princess's son—
A beggar p'r'aps his mother!
He rather thought the one,
I rather think the other.
He liked his ship at sea,
He loved the salt sea-water;
He worshipped junk, and he
Adored the First Lord's daughter.
The First Lord's daughter proud,
Snubbed earls and viscounts nightly—
She sneered at barts aloud, And spurned poor Joe Golightly.
Whene'er he sailed afar
Upon a Channel cruise, he
Unpacked his light guitar
And sang this ballad (Boosey).
Ballad.
The moon is on the sea, Willow! The wind blows towards the lee, Willow! But though I sigh and sob and cry, No Lady Jane for me, Willow!
She says, “'Twere folly quite, Willow! For me to wed a wight, Willow! Whose lot is cast before the mast;” And possibly she's right, Willow!
His Skipper (Captain Joyce)
He gave him many a rating,
And almost lost his voice
From thus expostulating:
"Lay out, you lubber, do!
What's come to that young man, Joe?
Belay!—'vast heaving! you!
Do kindly stop that banjo!"
"I wish, I do—oh, lor!
You'd shipped aboard a trader:
Are you a sailor, or
A negro serenader?"
But still the stricken cad,
Aloft or on his pillow,
Howled forth in accents sad
His aggravating "Willow!"
Stern love of duty had
Been Joyce's chiefest beauty—
Says he, "I love that lad,
But duty, damme! duty!"
"Twelve years blackhole, I say,
Where daylight never flashes;
And always twice a day
Five hundred thousand lashes!"
  But Joseph had a mate,
A sailor stout and lusty,
A man of low estate,
But singularly trusty.
Says he, "Cheer hup, young Joe!
I'll tell you what I'm arter,
To that Fust Lord I'll go
And ax him for his darter.
"To that Fust Lord I'll go
And say you love her dearly."
And Joe said (weeping low),
"I wish you would, sincerely!"
That sailor to that Lord
Went, soon as he had landed,
And of his own accord
An interview demanded.
Says he, with seaman's roll,
"My Captain (wot's a Tartar),
Guv Joe twelve years' black hole,
For lovering your darter.
"He loves Miss Lady Jane
(I own she is his betters),
But if you'll jine them twain,
They'll free him from his fetters.
"And if so be as how
You'll let her come a-board ship,
I'll take her with me now,"—
"Get out!" remarked his Lordship.
That honest tar repaired
To Joe, upon the billow,
And told him how he'd fared:
Joe only whispered, "Willow!"
And for that dreadful crime
(Young sailors learn to shun it)
He's working out his time:
In ten years he'll have done it.