s wit, the Dialogue of Dives, and for seven years'
space was absolute interpreter of the puppets. But now my
Almanach is out of date.

The people make no estimation
Of morals teaching education.

Was not this pretty for a plain rhyme extempore? if ye will ye
shall have more.' 'Nay, it is enough,' said Roberto, 'but how
mean you to use me?' 'Why, sir, in making plays,' said the other,
'for which you shall be well paid, if you will take the pains.'"

These same characteristics, though without the prevailing and in part
obviously sincere melancholy which marks Greene's regrets, also distinguish
Lodge's prose work to such an extent that remarks on the two might
sometimes be made simply interchangeable. But fortune was kinder to Lodge
than to his friend and collaborator. Nor does he seem to have had any
occasion to "tread the burning marl" in company with conny-catchers and
their associates. Lodge began with critical and polemical work--an academic
if not very urbane reply to Stephen Gosson's _School of Abuse_; but in the
_Alarum against Usurers_, which resembles and even preceded Greene's
similar work, he took to the satirical-story-form. Indeed, the connection
between Lodge and Greene was so close, and the difficulty of ascertaining
the exact dates of their compositions is so great, that it is impossible to
be sure which was the precise forerunner. Certainly if Lodge set Greene an
example in the _Alarum against Usurers_, he followed Greene's lead in
_Forbonius and Prisceria_ some years afterwards, having written it on
shipboard in a venture against the Spaniards. Lodge produced much the most
famous book of the euphuist school, next to _Euphues_ itself, as well as
the best known of this pamphlet series, in _Rosalynde_ or _Euphues' Golden
Legacy_, from which Shakespere took the story of _As You Like It_, and of
which an example follows:--

"'Ah Phoebe,' quoth he, 'whereof art thou made, that thou
regardest not thy malady? Am I so hateful an object, that thine
eyes condemn me for an abject? or so base, that thy desires
cannot stoop so low as to lend me a gracious look? My passions
are many, my loves more, my thoughts loyalty, and my fancy faith:
all devoted in humble devoir to the service of Phoebe; and shall
I reap no reward for such fealties? The swain's daily labours is
quit with the evening's hire, the ploughman's toil is eased with
the