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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,
And cheeks, as fresh as rose in June,

Persuade delay,

What boots to say, “ Forego me now, come to me soon !” He demands, what time for pleasure

Can there be more fit than now ?
She says, night gives love that leisure
Which the day doth not allow.


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
As her bairs, or precious eyes,
If she lay them out to take
Kisses, for good manners' sake:
And let every lover skip
From her hand unto her lip;
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?

No ; she must be perfect snow,
In effect as well as show;
Warming but as snow-balls do,
Not like fire, by burning too ;
But when she by change hath got
To her heart a second lot,
Then, if others share with me,
Farewell her, whate'er she be !

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.



Sloth under thee her ease assumes,
Lux under thee all overflows,
Wrath under thee outrageous grows,
All evil under thee presumes.

Religion, O thou life of life,
How worldlings, that profane thee rife,
Can wrest thee to their appetites !
How princes, who thy power deny,
Pretend thee for their tyranny,
And people for their false delights !
Under thy sacred name, all over,
The vicious all their vices cover ;
The insolent their insolence,
The proud their pride, the false their fraud,
The thief his theft, her filth the bawd,
The impudent their impudence.
Ambition under thee aspires,

And Avarice under thee desires ;
* (He had a yearly pension of twenty pounds from
Prince Henry. Owen the Epigrammatist had the same
sum: and Drayton had ten.)

Religion, erst so venerable,
What art thou now but made a fable,
A holy mask on Folly's brow,
Where under lies Dissimulation,
Lined with all abomination.
Sacred Religion, where art thou ?

Not in the church with Simony,
Not on the bench with Bribery,
Nor in the court with Machiavel,
Nor in the city with deceits,
Nor in the country with debates;
For what hath Heaven to do with Hell ?


(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.




WHETHER the soul receives intelligence,
By her near genius, of the body's end,
And so imparts a sadness to the sense,
Foregoing ruin, whereto it doth tend ;
Or whether nature else hath conference
With profound sleep, and so doth warning send,
By prophetizing dreams, what hurt is near,
And gives the heavy careful heart to fear :-
However, so it is, the now sad king,
Toss'd here and there his quiet to confound,
Feels a strange weight of sorrows gathering
Upon his trembling heart, and sees no ground;
Feels sudden terror bring cold shivering ;
Lists not to eat, still muses, sleeps unsound ;
His senses droop, his steady eyes unquick,
And much he ails, and yet he is not sick.
The morning of that day which was his last,
After a weary rest, rising to pain,
Out at a little grate his eyes he cast
Upon those bordering hills and open plain,

Where others' liberty makes him complain
The more his own, and grieves his soul the more,
Conferring captive crowns with freedom poor.
O happy man, saith he, that lo I see,
Grazing his cattle in those pleasant fields,
If he but knew his good. How blessed he
That feels not what affliction greatness yields !
Other than what he is he would not be,
Nor change his state with him that sceptre wields.
Thine, thine is that true life : that is to live,
To rest secure, and not rise up to grieve.

Thou sitt’st at home safe by thy quiet fire,
And hear'st of others' harms, but fearest none :
And there thou tell'st of kings, and who aspire,
Who fall, who rise, who triumph, who do moan.
Perhaps thou talk'st of me, and dost enquire
Of my restraint, why here I live alone,
And pitiest this my miserable fall ;
For pity must have part-envy not all.

* 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,
And have no venture in the wreck you see ;
No interest, no occasion to deplore
Other men's travels, while yourselves sit free.
How much doth your sweet rest make us the more
To see our misery and what we be :
Whose blinded greatness, ever in turmoil,
Still seeking happy life, makes life a toil.


(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.




But Justice had no sooner Mercy seen
Smoothing the wrinkles of her father's brow,
But up she starts, and throws herself between :
As when a vapour from a moory slough,
Meeting with fresh Eõus, that but now
Opend the world, which all in darkness lay,
Doth heaven's bright face of his rays disarray,
And sads the smiling orient of the springing


No riot of affection revel kept
Within her breast, but a still apathy
Possessed all her soul, which softly slept
Securely without tempest ; no sad cry
Awakes her pity, but wrong'd Poverty,
Sending his eyes to heav'u swimming in tears,
With hideous clamours ever struck her ears,
Whetting the blazing sword that in her hand she


She was a virgin of austere regard :
Not as the world esteems her, deaf and blind ;
But as the eagle, that hath oft compared
Hereye with heaver's,so,and more brightly shined
Her lamping sight: for she the same could wind
Into the solid heart, and, with her ears,
The silence of the thought loud speaking hears,
And in one hand a pair of even scales she wears.

The winged lightning is her Mercury,
And round about her mighty thunders sound :
Impatient of himself lies pining by
Pale Sickness, with his kercher'd head upwound,
And thousand noisome plagues attend her round.
But if her cloudy brow but once grow foul,
The flints do melt, and rocks to water roll,
And airy mountains shake, and frighted shadows
Famine, and bloodless Care, and bloody War ; Yet strange it was so many stars to see,
Want, and the want of knowledge how to use Without a sun to give their tapers light:
Abundance ; Age, and Fear, that runs afar Yet strange it was not that it so should be ;
Before his fellow Grief, that aye pursues


For, where the sun centres himself by right,
His winged steps ; for who would not refuse Her face and locks did flame, that at the sight
Grief's company, a dull and raw-boned spright, The heavenly veil, that else should nimbly move,
That lanks the cheeks, and pales the freshest sight, Forgot his flight, and all incensed with love,
Unbosoming the cheerful breast of all delight? With wonder, and amazement, did her beauty prove.

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 :
She leant her bosom, more than stony hard ; Such light as from main rocks of diamond,
There slept th' impartial judge and strict restorer Shooting their sparks at Phoebus, would rebound,
Of wrong or right, with pain or with reward ; And little angels, holding hands, danced all around.
There hung the score of all our debts—the card
Where good, and bad, and life, and death, were
painted :

Was never heart of mortal so untainted,
But, when that scroll was read, with thousand Here did Presumption her pavilion spread
terrors fainted.

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,
All heaven, to hear her speech, did into silence

Which light Euëlpis every day did trim,
That in one hand a gilded anchor wore,
Not fixed on the rock, but on the brim
Of the wide air, she let it loosely swim !
Her other hand a sprinkle carried,

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 ;
With the resplendence from her beauty gain'd, Her waving streamers loosely she lets play,
And Iris paint herlocks with beams so lively feign’d. And flagging colours shine as bright as smiling day.
About her head a cypress heav'n she wore, But all so soon as Heav'n his brows doth bend,
Spread like a veil upheld with silver wire, She veils her banners, and pulls in her beams,
In which the stars so burnt in golden ore, The empty bark the raging billows send
As seem'd the azure web was all on fire :

Up to the Olympic waves, and Argus seems
But hastily, to quench their sparkling ire, Again to ride upon our lower streams :
A flood of milk came rolling up the shore, Right so Presumption did herself behave,
That on his curded wave swift Argus wore,

Tossed about with every stormy wave,
And the immortal swan, that did her life deplore. And in white lawn she went,most like an angel brave.

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