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Were her tresses angel gold, If a stranger may be bold, Unrebuked, unafraid, To convert them to a braid, And with little more ado Work them into bracelets, too? If the mine be grown so free, What care I how rich it be?
But in vain she did conjure him
To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t'allure him, And but one to bid him go.
When lips invite,
And eyes delight,
What boots to say, “ Forego me now, come to me soon !” He demands, what time for pleasure
Can there be more fit than now ?
the sight Improves delight; Which she denies ; “ Night's murky noon
In Venus' plays
Makes bold,” she says, “ Forego me now, come to me soon !"
Were her band as rich a prize
No ; she must be perfect snow,
But what promise, or profession,
From his hands could purchase scope ? Who would sell the sweet possession
Of such beauty for a hope ?
(Born, 1563. Died, 1618.)
Wuo in his day obtained the epithet of the Sil- most thin-skinned enemies so that his travels ver-tongued, was a merchant adventurer, and were probably made more from the hope of died abroad at Middleburgh, in 1618. He was a gain than the fear of persecution. He was an candidate, in the year 1597, for the office of eminent linguist, and writes his dedications in secretary to a trading company at Stade ; on several languages, but in his own he often fathoms which occasion the Earl of Essex seems to have the bathos, and brings up such lines as these to taken a friendly interest in his fortunes. Though king James. esteemed by the court of England (on one occa
So much, 0 king, thy sacred worth presume I on, sion he signs himself the pensioner of Prince
James, the just heir of England's lawful union. Henry *), he is said to have been driven from home by the enmity which his satires excited. His works are chiefly translations, including that This seems very extraordinary, as there is of the Divine Weeks and Works of Du Bartas. nothing in his vague and dull declamations His claim to the poem of the Soul's Errand, as against vice, that needed to have ruffled the been already mentioned, is to be entirely set aside.
STANZAS FROM “ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS."
Sloth under thee her ease assumes,
Religion, O thou life of life,
And Avarice under thee desires ;
Religion, erst so venerable,
Not in the church with Simony,
(Born, 1562. Died, Oct. 1619.)
SAMUEL DANIEL was the son of a music-master, afterwards tutor to the accomplished and spirited and was born at Taunton, in Somersetshire. He Lady Anne Clifford, daughter to the Earl of was patronised and probably maintained at Cumberland, who raised a monument to his Oxford, by the noble family of Pembroke. At memory, on which she recorded that she had the age of twenty-three he translated Paulus been his pupil. At the death of Spenser be furJovius's Discourse of Rare Inventions. He was nished, as a voluntary laureat, several masks and pageants for the court, but retired, with apparent retirement from London; but at times he fremortification, before the ascendant favour of quented the city, and had the honour of ranking Jonson*.
Shakspeare and Selden among his friends. In While composing his dramas he lived in Old his old age he turned husbandman, and closed street, St. Luke's, which was at that time thought his days at a farm in Somersetshire.
RICHARD THE SECOND, THE MORNING BEFORE HIS MURDER IN POMFRET CASTLE.
DANIEL'S CIVIL WARS, ST. 62, 69.
WHETHER the soul receives intelligence,
Where others' liberty makes him complain
Thou sitt’st at home safe by thy quiet fire,
* The latest editor of Jonson affirms the whole conduct of that great poet towards Daniel to have been perfectly honourable. Some small exception to this must be made, when we turn to the derision of Daniel's verses, which is pointed out by the editor himself, in Cynthia's Revels. This was unworthy of Jonson, as the verses of Daniel at which he sneers are not contemptible, and as Daniel was confessedlyan amiable man, who died“ beloved, honoured, and lamented."-E.
Thrice happy you that look as from the shore,
GILES AND PHINEAS FLETCHER.
(Giles Fletcher died, 1623.)
The affinity and genius of these two poets Giles as the elder son of this Dr. Fletcher, evinaturally associate their names. They were the dently by mistake, as Giles, in his poetry, speaks cousins of Fletcher the dramatist, and the sons of his own“ green muse hiding her younger of a Doctor Giles Fletcher, who, among several head,” with reference to his senior brother. Giles important missions in the reign of Queen Eliza- was bred at Cambridge, and died at his living of beth, negotiated a commercial treaty with Russia Alderston, in Suffolk, in 1623. Phineas was greatly to the advantage of England, in spite of educated at the same university, and wrote an many obstacles that were presented by a capri- account of its founders and learned men. He cious czar and a barbarous court. His remarks was also a clergyman, and held the living of on Russia were suppressed on their first appear- Hilgay in Norfolk, for twenty-nine years. They ance, but were afterwards republished in 1643, were both the disciples of Spenser, and, with his and incorporated with Hakluyt’s Voyages. diction gently modernised, retained much of his
Mr. A. Chalmers, in his British Poets, mentions , melody and luxuriant expression. Giles, inferior
as he is to Spenser and Milton, might be figured, Long at the gate the thoughtful Intellect in his happiest moments, as a link of connexion
Stay'd with his fearful queen and daughter fair;
But when the knights were past their dim aspect, in our poetry between those congenial spirits, for
They follow them with vows and many a prayer. he reminds us of both, and evidently gave hints At last they climb up to the castle's height, to the latter in a poem on the same subject with
From which they view'd the deeds of every knight, Paradise Regained.
And mark'd the doubtful end of this intestine fight. Giles's “Temptation and Victory of Christ” As when a youth bound for the Belgic war, has a tone of enthusiasm peculiarly solemn.
Takes leave of friends upon the Kentish shore,
Now are they parted ; and he sail'd so far, Phineas, with a livelier fancy, had a worse taste.
They see not now, and now are seen no more ; He lavished on a bad subject the graces and in- Yet, far off, viewing the white trembling sails, genuity that would have made a fine poem on a
The tender mother soon plucks off her vails, good design. Through five cantos of his “Purple And, shaking them aloft, unto her son she hails. Island," he tries to sweeten the language of But the conclusion of the Purple Island sinks anatomy by the flowers of poetry, and to support into such absurdity and adulation, that we could the wings of allegory by bodily instead of spiritual gladly wish the poet back again to allegorising phenomena. Unfortunately in the remaining the bladder and kidneys. In a contest about the cantos he only quits the dissecting-table to launch eternal salvation of the human soul, the event into the subtlety of the schools, and describes is decided by King James the First (at that time Intellect, the Prince of the Isle of Man, with his a sinner upon earth) descending from heaven eight counsellors, Fancy, Memory, the Common with his treatise on the Revelation under his Sense, and the five external Senses, as holding arm, in the form of an angel, and preceding the out in the Human Fortress against the Evil Powers Omnipotent, who puts the forces of the dragon that besiege it. Here he strongly resembles the to the rout. old Scottish poet Gawain Douglas, in his poem of These incongruous conceptions are clothed in King Heart. But he outstrips all allegorists in harmony,and interspersed with beautiful thoughts: conceit, when he exhibits Voletta, or the Will, but natural sentiments and agreeable imagery the wife of Intellect, propped in her fainting-fits will not incorporate with the shapeless features by Repentance, who administers restorative of such a design; they stand apart from it like waters to the Queen, made with lip's confession things of a different element, and, when they and with “pickled sighs,” stilled in the alembic
occur, only expose its deformity. On the conof a broken spirit. At the approach of the com- trary, in the brother's poem of Christ's Triumph, bat between the good and evil powers, the interest its main effect, though somewhat sombrous, is of the narration is somewhat quickened, and the not marred by such repulsive contrasts ; its parting of the sovereign and the queen, with their beauties, therefore, all tell in relieving tedium, champions, is not unfeelingly portrayed. and reconciling us to defects.
MERCY DWELLING IN HEAVEN AND PLEADING FOR THE GUILTY, WITH JUSTICE
DESCRIBED BY HER QUALITIES.
FROM GILES FLETCHER'S " CHRIST'S VICTORY IN HEAVEN."
But Justice had no sooner Mercy seen
No riot of affection revel kept
She was a virgin of austere regard :
The winged lightning is her Mercury,
For, where the sun centres himself by right,
Over her hung a canopy of state,
Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, JUSTICE ADDRESSING THE CREATOR.
But of a substance, though not animate,
Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould, Upon two stony tables, spread before her,
That only eyes of spirits might behold :
THE PALACE OF PRESUMPTION.
Over the temple, the bright stars among,
(Ah that her foot should trample on the head Witness the thunder that Mount Sinai heard, Of that most reverend place !) and a lewd throng When all the hill with fiery clouds did Aame, Of wanton boys sung her a pleasant song And wand'ring Israel, with the sight afear'd, Of love, long life, of mercy, and of grace, Blinded with seeing, durst not touch the same, And every one her dearly did embrace, But like a wood of shaking leaves became. And she herself enamour'd was of her own face. On this dead Justice, she, the living law, Bowing herself with a majestic awe, [draw.
A painted face, belied with vermeil store,
Which light Euëlpis every day did trim,
And ever when her lady wavered,
Court-holy water all upon her sprinkled. High in the airy element there hung
Her tent with sunny clouds was ciel'd aloft, Another cloudy sea, that did disdain,
And so exceeding shone with a false light, As though his purer waves from heaven sprung, That Heav'n itself to her it seemed oft, To crawl on earth, as doth the sluggish main ! Heaven without clouds to her deluded sight; But it the earth would water with his rain, But clouds withouten Heaven it was aright : That ebb’d and flow'd as wind and season would ; And as her house was built so did her brain And oft the sun would cleave the limber mould Build castles in the air, with idle pain, To alabaster rocks, that in the liquid roll’d. But heart she never had in all her body vain. Beneath those sunny banks a darker cloud, Like as a ship, in which no balance lies, Dropping with thicker dew, did melt apace, Without a pilot on the sleeping waves, And bent itself into a hollow shroud,
Fairly along with wind and water flies, On which, if Mercy did but cast her face,
And painted masts with silken sails embraves, A thousand colours did the bow enchase,
That Neptune's self the bragging vessel saves, That wonder was to see the silk distain'd
To laugh awhile at her so proud array ;
Up to the Olympic waves, and Argus seems
Tossed about with every stormy wave,