Cities he sacked, and realms (that whilom flowered Henry, Duke of Buckingham, in the Infernal Regions. The description of the Duke of Buckingham-the Buckingham, it must be recol lected, of Richard III.'-has been much admired, as an impersonation of extreme wretchedness. Then first came Henry, Duke of Buckingham, His cloak of black all pilled, and quite forworn, Oft spread his arms, stretched hands he joins as fast, His cloak he rent, his manly breast he beat ; Thrice he began to tell his doleful tale, Supping the tears that all his breast berained, JOHN HARRINGTON. Some pleasing amatory verses-exhibiting a remarkable polish for the time in which they were written, if the date be correct-by JOHN HARRINGTON (1534–1582) have been published in the Nuge Antiquæ.' The poet was imprisoned in the Tower by Queen Mary, for holding correspondence with Elizabeth; and the latter, on her accession to the throne, rewarded him with many favours. He must have been a man of taste and refined feelings, as the following specimen of his poetry will suffice to shew: Sonnet made on Isabella Markham, when I first thought her Fair, as she stood at the Princess's Window, in goodly Attire, and talked to Divers in the Court-yard. 1564. E. L. v. 1-6 Whence comes my love? O heart, disclose; Whenee comes my woe? as freely own; The blushing cheek speaks modest mind, Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak Venus, take thy gifts again! Make not so fair to cause our moan, ARTHUR BROOKE. In 1562 was published 'The Tragical History of Romens and Juliet,' the work from which Shakspeare chiefly took the story of his drama. Though professedly a translation from the Italian of Bandello, this poem by Arthur Brooke is a free paraphrase, remarkable for its easy versification and profusion of imagery. Nothing is known of its author excepting that he died by shipwreck, while passing to Newhaven, in or before the year 1563. Friar Lawrence. · This barefoot friar girt with cord his grayish weed, But doctor of divinity proceeded he ia school. The secrets eke he knew in nature's works that lark; By magic's art most men supposed that he could wonders work. Nor doth it ill beseem divines those skills to know, If on no harmful deed they do such skilfulness bestow; For justly of no art can men condemn the use, But right and reason's lore cry out against the lewd abuse. The bounty of the friar and wisdom hath so won The townsfolk's hearts that well-nigh all to Friar Lawrence run, Love of Romeus and Juliet. Oh, how we can persuade ourself to what we like, And how we can dissuade our mind, if ought our mind mislike! To pleasing things, and eke to shun if we mislike the same. The maid had scarcely yet ended the weary war Kept in her heart by striving thoughts, when every shining star And while, with lingering step. by Juliet's house he passed, But not so oft as he desires-warily he doth refrain. What life were like to love, if dread of jeopardy Impatient of her woe, she happed to lean one night Within her window, and anon the moon did shine so bright, And now for joy she claps her hands which erst for woe she wrang His morning cloak of mean cast off, hath clad him with delight. Yet dare I say of both that she rejoiced more; His care was great-hers twice as great was all the time before 1 Shakspeare found the outline of his character of Mercutio--so marvellously wrought up by the dramatic poet--and also that of the garrulous old nurse, in Brooke's poem. The following lines from the passage between Romeus and the nurse are characteristic: Now for the rest let me and Juliet alene; To get her leave, some feat excuse I will devise anon; Or for, unwares, some wanton dream the youthful damsel dream, Or otherwise within her heart deserved to be shent. I know her notiter will in no case say her say: I warrant you she shall not fail to come on Saturday. And then she swears to him, the mother loves her well; And how she gave her suck in youth she leaveth not to tell A pretty babe, quod she, it was when it was young; A prose version of Romeo and Juliet" was printed in 1567 in 'The Palace of Pleasure," a collection of tales, of which a previous volume had appeared in 1565, the editor of which was WILLIAM Paynter, clerk of the armoury to Queen Elizabeth shortly after she came to the throne. Paynter's novel is greatly inferior to Brooke's poem. GEORGE GASCOIGNE. GEORGE GASCOIGE, Son of Sir John Gascoigne of Essex (circa 15351577), is celebrated as one of the earliest contributors to the English drama, and one of our first satirists. Among the poets of the beginning of Elizabeth's reign, he deserves to rank next to Lord Buckhurst. Gascoigne's lite was full of adventure. He first studied law at Gray's Inn, but was disinherited by his father for his prodigality. He then set out for Holland, and served gallantly under the Prince of Orange. Being, however, on one occasion surprised by the Spanish army, he was taken prisoner, and detained four months. At the expiration of his confinement, he returned to England, and settled at Walthamstow, where he collected and published his poems. He experienced a share of royal favour, for he accompanied the Queen 4 Kenilworth, and supplied part of the poetical and scenie entertainment at Dudley's magnificent seat, and also at Woodstock. Three of Gascoigne's works are given in the valuable series of reprints by Edward Arber (1868)—namely: 'Certayne Notes of Instruction in English Verse,' 1575; The Steele Glass,' 1576; and 'The Complaynt of Philomene,' 1576. The most important of these is the Steele Glass,' the first experiment in English satire in blank verse: That age is dead, and vanished long ago, Which thought that steel both trusty was and true, But shewed all things, even as they were indeed. The crystal glass, which glimpseth brave and bright, The Country Gentlemen and Squires. With pig and goose, with mutton, beef, and veal- A loitering life, and like an epicure. But who meanwhile defends the commonwealth? O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods y-born, To see God served, and Beelzebub suppressed. Satire on the Court Ladies. Behold, my lord, what monsters muster here, With stealing steps yet forward feet to fraud. With God, with kind, with any help of art, But curl their locks with bodkins and with braids, But paint and slick till fairest face be foul, But bombast, bolster, frizzle, and perfume: They mar with musk the balm which nature made, The younger sort come piping on apace, Till they have caught the birds for whom they birded. And on their backs they bear both land and fee, Gascoigne has a long poem in the ottava rima measure, extending to 207 stanzas, in which he describes scenes in the Dutch war, mixed up with his own quaint moral reflections and egotistic revelations. He is seldom wanting in sense or spirit, and uses both rhyme and blank verse with greater freedom and mastery than most of his predecessors. Some of his shorter poems are lively and graceful. The Arraignment of a Lover. At Beauty's bar as I did stand, 'George,' quoth the judge, hold up thy hand, Tell, therefore, how wilt thou be tried, Whose judgment thou wilt here abide ?' 'My lord,' quod I, this lady here, Wherefore her doom doth please me best, Let her be judge and juror both, Quoth Beauty: No, it fitteth not Then Craft the crier called a quest, Of whom was Falsehood foremost fere; Which came false witness for to bear; Sentence was said: 'I should be trussed.' Jealous the jailer bound me fast, To hear the verdict of the bill; George,' quoth the judge, 'now thou are cast, Thou must go hence to Heavy Hill, And there be hanged all but the head; God rest thy soul when thou art dead!' Down fell I then upon my knee, All flat before dame Beauty's face, |