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greatest dramatic poet of the world should pay his homage to that great contemporary from whose exhaustless wells of imagination every real lover of poetry has since drawn waters of "deep delight." But that Sonnet is claimed by another; and we believe that the claim must be admitted. There was another publisher of the name of Jaggard John Jaggard; and he, in 1598, printed a volume bearing this title: "Encomion of Lady Pecunia; or, the Praise of Money: The Complaint of Poetrie for the Death of Liberalitie i. e. The Combat betweene Conscience and Covetousness in the Minde of Man: with Poems in divers Humors." The volume bears the name, as author, of Richard Barnfield, graduate of Oxford, who had previously published a volume entitled "Cynthia." The volume of 1598 contains a Sonnet "addressed to his friend Master R. L., in praise of Music and Poetry." This is the Sonnet that a year after William Jaggard prints with the name of Shakspeare. But Barnfield's volume contains another poem, which the publisher of The Passionate Pilgrim also assigns to Shakspeare, amongst the “Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music ” the last in the collection,

"As it fell upon a day."

It is remarkable that, after the publication of Barnfield's volume in 1598, and The Passionate Pilgrim in 1599, a large portion of this poem was, in 1600, printed in "England's Helicon,” with the signature of "Ignoto." It there follows the poem which is the 18th in The Passionate Pilgrim,

"My flocks feed not."

That poem bears the title of "The Unknown Shepherd's Complaint," and is also signed, in "England's Helicon," "Ignoto." "As it fell upon a day" is entitled "Another of the same Shepherd's." Both the poems in " England's Helicon " immediately follow one bearing the signature of "W. Shakespeare," the beautiful Sonnet in Love's Labor 's Lost,

"On a day, alack the day,"

which is given as one of the Sonnets to Music in The Passionate Pilgrim.

For the following poems in The Passionate Pilgrim no claim of authorship has appeared further to impugn the credibility of W. Jaggard :

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"Sweet rose, fair flower."

"Crabbed age and youth."

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good."

"Good night, good rest."

"Lord, how mine eyes."

"It was a lording's daughter."

"Whenas thine eye."

But there is a poem, imperfectly printed in The Passionate Pilgrim, (and which we have reprinted, that the reader may have before him what that work originally contained,) of a higher reputation than any poem in the collection.

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"Live with me, and be my love"

is printed in England's Helicon" with the signature of "Chr. Marlow," and the copy there given is as follows:

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountains yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair linéd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold:

A belt of straw, and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs.
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing

For thy delights each May-morning ;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

CHR. MARLOw.

In that collection it is immediately succeeded by another poem, almost equally celebrated, bearing the signature of "Ignoto:

THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD.

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,

Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,

Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps, and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee, and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,

· Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

IGNOTO.

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lustrations of The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III., we have already noticed the probable authorship of these poems.

Warburton, upon the authority of The Passionate Pilgrim, assigns "Come live with me to Shakspeare. But we fear that Mr. William Jaggard's authority is not quite so much to be relied upon as that of " England's Helicon; and, moreover, there was an honest witness living some fifty years after, whose traditionary evidence must go far to settle the point. We cannot resist the pleasure of transcribing dear Izaak Walton's testimony: "Look! under that broad beech-tree I sat down when I was last this way a-fishing. And the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live

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in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose-hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam. And sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambssome leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As thus I sat, these and other sights had so fully possessed my soul with content that I thought, as the poet has happily expressed it,

'I was for that time lifted above earth,

And possessed joys not promised in my birth.'

As I left this place, and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me: 'twas a handsome milkmaid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be, as too many men too often do; but she cast away all care, and sung like a nightingale her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago. And the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days.

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They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age. Look yonder! on my word, yonder they both be a-milking again. I will give her the chub, and persuade them to sing those two songs to us."

We have now gone through all the poems of The Passionate Pilgrim; and, taking away the five poems which are undoubtedly Shakspeare's, but which are to be found in the Sonnets and Love's Labor's Lost, and considering at least as apocryphal those which have been assigned to other authors, there is not a great deal left that posterity may thank Mr. William Jaggard for having rescued from oblivion.

There are two other poems that usually follow The Passionate Pilgrim, though they form no part of that collection. The first ist the celebrated song of

"Take, O take those lips away."

Our readers are aware that the first stanza is found in Measure for Measure, as sung by a boy to Mariana, who says, "Break off thy

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song."

The two stanzas are in the tragedy, ascribed to Fletcher of "Rollo, Duke of Normandy." There is no possibility, we apprehend, of deciding the authorship of the second stanza, (see Illustrations of Measure for Measure, Act Iv.) The other poem, beginning,

"Let the bird of loudest lay,"

is found with Shakspeare's name in a book printed in 1601, the greater part of which consists of a poem translated from the Italian by Robert Chester, entitled "Love's Martyr; or, Rosalin's Complaint allegorically shadowing the Truth of Love, in the constant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle." There is a second title to this volume prefixed to some supplementary verses: "Hereafter follow diverse Poetical Essaies on the former Subject, viz., the Turtle and Phoenix. Done by the best and chiefest of our modern Writers, with their Names subscribed to their particular Works. Never before extant." The name "Wm. Shake-speare" is subscribed to this poem, in the same way that the names of Ben Jonson, Marston, and Chapman are subscribed to other poems.

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