Shall wait upon his heavy funeral. Chorus. Cut is the branch that might have grown full strait, And burn'd is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man: Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits, Daniel is characterized for his natural tenderness, and simplicity of style-"he is distinguished for elegance rather than sublimity of expression," and has been styled the Atticus of his day. He is grave and dignified; in some of his occasional pieces there is a "vast philosophic gravity and stateliness of sentiment." His sonnets are his most beautiful productions. SONNET. Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Yet which at length thou must be forced to lose The date of age, the calends of our death- SONNET. I must not grieve my love, whose eyes would read And she is young, and now must sport the while. And sport, sweet maid, in season of these years, And learn to gather flowers before they wither, And when the sweetest blossom first appears, Let Love and Youth conduct thy pleasures thither! Lighten forth smiles to clear the clouded air, And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise ; Pity and smiles do best become the fair, Pity and smiles must only yield the praise. Make me to say, when all my griefs are gone, Happy the heart that sighed for such a one! PASTORAL. O happy golden age; Not for, that rivers ran With streams of milk and honey dropt from trees; Not that the earth did gage Unto the husbandman, Her voluntary fruits, free, without fees ; Not for, no cold did freeze Nor any cloud beguile Th' eternal flowering spring, Wherein liv'd everything, And whereon the heavens perpetually did smile; Not for, no ship had brought From foreign shores, or wars, or wares ill sought; But only for, that name, That idle name of wind, That idol of deceit, that empty sound, Call'd honor, which became The tyrant of the mind, And so torments our nature without ground, Was not yet vainly found; Nor yet sad grief imparts Amidst the sweet delights Of joyful amorous wights, Nor were his hard laws known to free-born hearts; But golden laws, like these Which Nature wrote-That's lawful which doth please. Then amongst flowers and springs Making delightful sport Sat lovers, without conflict, without flame, And nymphs and shepherds sing, Mixing in wanton sort, Whispering with songs, then kisses with same, Which from affection came. The naked virgin then Her roses fresh reveals, Which now her veil conceals The tender apples in her bosom seen: And oft in rivers clear, The lovers with their loves consorting were, HONOR thou first didst close The spring of all delight, Denying water to the amorous thirst: Thou taught'st fair eyes to lose The glory of their light, Restrain'd from men and on themselves revers'd: Thou in a lawn didst first Those golden hairs incase, Late spread unto the wind: Thou mad'st loose grace unkind, Gav'st bridle to their words, art to their pace. Oh, HONOR, it is thou That mak'st that stealth which Love doth free allow : It is thy work that brings Our griefs and torments thus, But thou, fierce lord of nature and of love, The qualifier of kings, What dost thou hear with us, That are below thy power, shut from above? Trouble the mighty's sleep, Let us neglected, base Live still without thy grace, And th' use of the ancient happy ages keep! Comes once to set, it makes eternal night. Drayton's poetry abounds in learned narrative and labored description; his language is free and perspicuous, and his imagery is elegant, but it wants depth of feeling. There is an air of romance about much of his poetry, but it does not pervade it; it is the play of fancy on the surface. Though his descriptions are striking and curious, they become tedious in his longer pieces. There is brilliancy and grace about his lighter pieces; they are "airy and sportive," full of fancy in its "creative playfulness," THE BARON'S WARS. THE CASTLE. Within the castle hath the queen devised Almost what man by industry hath sought; In their corporeal shapes with stars inchased, As equal 'twixt the highest point and base, That lends the sight a breathing, or a space Without the castle, in the earth is found By architects to serve the castle made, |