SIR JOHN DAVIES (1570-1626), an English barrister, at one time Speaker of the Irish House of Commons, was the author of a long philosophical poem, On the Soul of Man and the Immortality Thereof,' supposed to have been written in 1598, and one of the earliest poems of that kind in our language. Davies is a profound hinker and close reasoner: 'in the happier parts of his poem,' says Campbell, we come to logical truths so well illustrated by ingenious simi.es, that we know not whether to call the thoughts more poetically or philosophically just. The judgment and fancy are reconciled, and the imagery of the poem seems to start more vividly from the surrounding shades of abstraction.' The versification of the poem (long quatrains) was afterwards copied by Davenant and Dryden. In another production, entitled Orchestra, or a Poem of Dancing, in a Dialogue between Penelope and one of her Wooers,' he is much more fanciful He there represents Penelope as declining to dance with Antinous, and the latter as proceeding to lecture her upon the antiquity of that elegant exercise, the merits of which he describes in verses partaking, as has been justly remarked, of the flexibility and grace of the subject. The following is one of the most imaginative passages: The Dancing of the Air. And now behold your tender nurse, the Air, Within her empty regions are there found, For what are breath, speech, echoes, music, winds; For when you breathe, the air in order moves, Hence is her prattling daughter, Echo, born, And thou, sweet Music, dancing's only life, Lastly, where keep the winds their revelry, Their violent turnings, and wild whirling hays, Where she herself is turned a hundred ways, Afterwards, the poet alludes to the tidal influence of the moon, and the passage is highly poetical in expression: For lo, the sea that fleets about the land, Sometimes his proud green waves in order set, And to make known his courtly love the more, And with his arms the timorous earth embrace. The poem on dancing is said to have been written in fifteen days. It was published in 1596. The Nosce Teipsum,' or Poem of the Immortality of the Soul, was first published in 1599, and four other editions appeared in the author's lifetime-namely, in 1602, 1608, 1619, and 1622. This work gained the favour of James I. who made Davies successively solicitor-general and attorney-general for Ireland. He was also a judge of assize, and was knighted by the king in 1607. The first Reports of Law Cases published in Ireland were made by this able and accomplished man, and his preface to the volume is considered 'the best that was ever prefixed to a law-book.' Reasons for the Soul's Immortality. All moving things to other things do move Of the same kind, which shews their nature such; And as the moisture which the thirsty earth At first her mother-earth she holdeth dear, For who did ever yet, in honour, wealth, Then, as a bee which among weeds doth fall, So, when the soul finds here no true content, EDWARD VERE, EARL OF OXFORD. This nobleman, so highly popular in the court of Elizabeth (1540 ?1604), and conspicuous on inany memorable occasions-as in the trial of Mary Queen of Scots-is now known only for some verses in the miscellany entitled the Paradise of Dainty Devices.' He was famed in his own day for comedies, or courtly entertainments, none of which has been preserved. Stow states that this nobleman was the first that brought to England from Italy embroidered gloves and perfumes, which Elizabeth no doubt approved of as highly as his sonnets or madrigals. Come hither, shepherd swain ! I Sir, what do you require ? Fancy and Desire. pray thee shew to me thy name My name is Fond Desire. Tell me where is thy dwelling-place? What thing doth please thee most? Whom dost thou think to be thy foe! Doth company displease? Where doth Desire delight to live? Doth either time or age Bring him into decay? Then, Fond Desire, farewell! I should be loath, methinks, to dwell SIR EDWARD DYER. Another courtly poet, SIR EDWARD DYER (circa 1540-1607), is author of several copies of verses, including the following popular piece: My Mind to me a Kingdom is. My mind to me a kingdom is, Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed a loving eye; I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soon do fall; 1 see that those which are aloft, Mishap does threaten most of all; These get with toil, they keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear. Content to live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; Some have too much, yet still do crave; They are but poor, though much they And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave: they pine, I live. I laugh not at another's loss; I grudge not at another's gain; Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, A cloaked craft their store of skill: My wealth is health and perfect ease: Nor by deceit to breed offence: THOMAS STORER. The Life and Death of Cardinal Wolsey,' 1594, is deserving of notice as illustrating the tendency to adopt historical events as materials for poetry, and because this work probably, in conjunction with Cavendish's Life of Woolsey,' incited Shakspeare to the composition of his Henry VIII.' In some parts the dramatist has followed Cavendish's narrative even in the language; and the following lines from Storer's poem seem also to have been present to his memory: Look how the God of Wisdom marbled stands In Delphos isle, at whose impartial hands Such was my state when every man did follow If once we fall, we fall Colossus like, We fall at once like pillars of the sun; They that between our stride their sails did strike, Perchance the tenor of my morning verse If one tear drop from some religious eye. Storer was a native of London; he was entered of Christchurch, Oxford, in 1587, took his degree of M. A. in 1594, and besides his po-" etical biography of Wolsey, was author of some pastoral airs and madrigals collecte 1 in England's Helicon.' Storer died in 1604. |