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Little is known of this poet, save that he attended the uni
versity of Oxford, and studied medicine at Avignon, where he obtained a diploma. He was of the Roman Catholic faith; and when he settled in London as a medical practitioner, he gained extensive practice from the patronage of that party. It is thought he was swept away, among many other unnoticed individuals, by the plague in 1625.
Ah ! wanton, will ye?
And if I sleep, then pierceth he
Ah! wanton, will ye?
Else I with roses every day
If he gainsay me?
What if I beat the wanton boy
Spare not, but play thee.
FROM THE ROMANCE CALLED EUPHUES's
TURN I my looks unto the skies,
If so I meditate alone,
BORN 1560-EXECUTED 1595. WHATEVER was right or wrong in the faith of this jesuit
priest, he died its martyr. There is a biographical notice of Southwell, and a fine specimen of his poetry, in the little volume which preceded this.
LOVE'S SERVILE LOT.
The will she robbeth from the wit,
May never was the month of love ;
With soothing words inthralled souls
Her little sweet hath many sours,
Like winter rose, and summer ice,
Plough not the seas, sow not the sands,
BORN 1562-KILLED IN A FRAY 1592. MARLOWE was a distinguished dramatic writer, and consi
derable attention has lately been given to some of his tragedies. Meanwhile one little song has preserved the me. mory of “Brave Marlowe bathed in Thespian springs”
fresh and attractive, while the contemporary authors, of ponderous volumes of legends and allegories, are forgotten by all but antiquaries. Marlowe studied at Cambridge, and came to London, where, from an actor of humble name, he became a celebrated tragic poet. He had many warm admirers, and some bitter enemies. Of Marlowe, Drayton says, that he had
In him those brave translunary things
Marlowe translated several poems from the Latin, and
among others Ovid's Epistles, which was ordered to be publicly burned. His course of life, from his situation as a comedian, and writer for the play-house as it existed in 1590, was such as must be more lamented than wondered at. The unhappy manner of his death is solemnly recorded in “ Beard's Theatre of God's Judgments on Unbelievers.” In a fray, which, it is said, took place in a brothel, a rival or antagonist in the lowest ranks of society turned Marlowe's dagger against his own breast, and thus made the unhappy poet in some measure the instrument of his own destruction. As the nature of this little work excludes specimens of dramatic poetry, the song of the Passionate Shepherd is selected from Marlowe's works. It is the song of Isaac Walton's pretty Milk-Maid," Old poetry," says the ancient Angler, “but choicely good.”
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS