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Give o'er thy plaint, the danger's o'er ;
She might have poison'd all thy life ;
Such wayward mind had 'bred thee more
Of sorrow had she proved thy wife :
Leave her to meet all hopeless meed,
And bless thyself that so art freed.

WHENCE comes my love? O heart, disclose;
It was from cheeks that shamed the rose,
From lips that spoil the ruby's praise,
From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze :
Whence comes my woe ? as freely own ;
Ah me! 'twas from a heart like stone.

V.

No youth shall sue such one to win,
Unmark’d by all the shining fair,
Save for her pride and scorn, such sin
As heart of love can never bear ;
Like leafless plant in blasted shade,
So liveth shea barren maid.

The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,
The lips befitting words most kind,
The eye does tempt to love's desire,
And seems to say “'tis Cupid's fire ; "
Yet all so fair but speak my moan,
Sith nought doth say the heart of stone.
Why thus, my love, so kind, bespeak
Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek-
Yet not a heart to save my pain ;
O Venus, take thy gifts again ;
Make not so fair to cause our moan,
Or make a heart that's like our own.

SIR PHILIP SYDNEY.

(Born, 1554. Died, 1586.)

Without enduring Lord Orford's cold-blooded a soldier, of which the chivalrous accomplishdepreciation of this hero, it must be owned that ments could not be learnt without diligence and his writings fall short of his traditional glory ; fatigue. All his excellence in those pursuits, nor were his actions of the very highest import and all the celebrity that would have placed him ance to his country. Still there is no necessity among the competitors for a crown, was gained for supposing the impression which he made in a life of thirty-two years. His sagacity and upon his contemporaries to have been either independence are recorded in the advice which illusive or exaggerated. Traits of character will he gave to his own sovereign. In the quarrel distinguish great men, independently of their with Lord Oxford*, he opposed the rights of an pens or their swords. The contemporaries of English commoner to the prejudices of aristoSydney knew the man: and foreigners, no less cracy and of royalty itself. At home he was the than his own countrymen, seem to have felt, patron of literature. All England wore mournfrom his personal influence and conversation, an ing for his death. Perhaps the well-known homage for him, that could only be paid to a anecdote of his generosity to the dying soldier commanding intellect guiding the principles of speaks more powerfully to the heart than the a noble heart. The variety of his ambition, whole volumes of elegies, in Hebrew, Greek, and perhaps, unfavourably divided the force of his Latin, that were published at his death by the genius; feeling that he could take different universities. paths to reputation, he did not confine himself to Mr. Ellis has exhausted the best specimens one, but was successively occupied in the punc

I have only offered a few short tilious duties of a courtier, the studies and pursuits of a scholar and traveller, and in the life of

* Vide the biographical notice of Lord Oxford.

of his poetry.

ones.

FROM THE ARCADIA.

SONNET.

When Cupid having me his slave descried
TO SLEEP.

In Mars's livery, prancing in the press,

“What now, Sir Fool ?" said he, “I would no less; Come sleep, 0 sleep, the certain knot of peace,

Look here, I say.”—I look'd, and Stella spied, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe ;

Who hard by made a window send forth light ; The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,

My heart then quaked, then dazzled were mine eyes; Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.

One hand forgot to rule, the other to fight;

Nor trumpet's sound I heard, nor friendly cries. With shield of proof shield me from out the preases | My foe came on and beat the air for me, Of those fierce darts despair doth at me throw : Till that her blush taught me my shame to see. O make in me those civil wars to cease, I will good tribute pay if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head ;

O HAPPY Thames, that didst my Stelia bear,
And if these things, as being thine by right, I saw myself, with many a smiling line
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Upon thy cheerful face, joy's livery wear,
Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see. While those fair planets on thy streams did shine;

The boat for joy could not to dance forbear ;
While wanton winds, with beauties so divine
Ravish’d, staid not till in her golden hair

They did themselves, oh sweetest prison ! twine ; Is martial sports I had my cunning tried, And fain those Eol's youth there would their stay And yet to break more staves did me address, Have made, but forced by Nature still to fly, While with the people's shouts, I must confess,

First did with puffing kiss those locks display: Youth, luck, and praise, e'en fill'd my veins with She, so dishevell’d, blush'd :—from window I, pride;

With sight thereof, cried out, 0 fair disgrace,

Let Honour's self to thee grant highest place. • Press, or crowd.

SONNET.

1

ROBERT GREENE

[Born, 1560. Died, 1592)

Was born at Norwich about 1560, was educated A list of his writings, amounting to forty-five at Cambridge, travelled in Spain and Italy, and separate productions, is given in the Censura on his return held, for about a year, the vicarage Literaria, including five plays, several amatory of 'Tollesbury, in Essex. The rest of his life romances, and other pamphlets, of quaint titles seems to have been spent in London, with no and rambling contents. The writer of that other support than his pen, and in the society of article has vindicated the personal memory of men of more wit than worldly prudence. He is Greene with proper feeling, but he seems to said to have died about 1592*, from a surfeit overrate the importance that could have ever occasioned by pickled herrings and Rhenish wine. been attached to him as a writer. In proof of Greene has acknowledged, with great contrition, the once great popularity of Greene's writings, a some of the follies of his life ; but the charge of passage is quoted from Ben Jonson's Every profligacy which has been so mercilessly laid on Man out of his Humour, where it is said that his memory must be taken with great abatement, Saviolina uses as choice figures as any in the as it was chiefly dictated by his bitterest enemy, Arcadia, and Carlo subjoins, “or in Greene's Gabriel Harvey, who is said to have trampled on his works, whence she may steal with more security.” dead body when laid in the grave. The story, it This allusion to the facility of stealing without may be hoped, for the credit of human nature, is detection from an author surely argues the reuntrue ; but it shows to what a pitch the malig verse of his being popular and well knownt. nity of Harvey was supposed to be capable of Greene's style is in truth most whimsical and being excited. Greene is accused of having grotesque. He lived before there was a good deserted an amiable wife ; but his traducers model of familiar prose; and his wit, like a

rather inconsistently reproach him also with the stream that is too weak to force a channel for | Decessity of writing for her maintenance. itself, is lost in rhapsody and diffuseness. 1 * Greene died on the 3rd Sept. 592. See his Dramatic [+ See Gifford's Ben Jonson, vol. ii. p. 71.]

Works, by Dyce, 2 vols 8vo. 1891.) 1

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DORASTUS ON FAWNIA,

JEALOUSY.
Ar, were she pitiful as she is fair,

FROM TULLY's Love.
Or but as mild as she is seeming so,
Then were my hopes greater than my despair, When gods had framed the sweets of woman's
Then all the world were Heaven, nothing woe.

face,
Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, And lockt men's looks within her golden hair,
That seems to melt e’en with the mildest touch, That Phæbus blush'd to see her matchless
Then knew I where to seat me in a land,

grace,
Under the wide Heavens, but yet not such. And heavenly gods on earth did make repair,
So as she shows, she seems the budding rose, To quip fair Venus' overweening pride,
Yet sweeter far than is an earthly flower ; Love's happy thoughts to jealousy were tied.
Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows ;
Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd Power* ; Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
Yet, were she willing to be pluck'd and worn, The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall !
She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn. Gloomy was Heaven ; bright Phæbus did avow

He would be coy, and would not love at all ;
Ah, when she sings, all music else be still,
For none must be compared to her note ;

Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought,

Than love united to a jealous thought.
Ne'er breathed such glee from Philomela’s bill,
Nor from the morning singer's swelling throat.
And when she riseth from her blissful bed,
She comforts all the world, as doth the sun.

(* Qy. power or stoure. Dyce, vol. ii. p. 242.]

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

(Born, 1562. Died, May 1893.) Was born in 1562, took a bachelor's degree at In Marlowe's tragedy of “ Lust's Dominion” Cambridge, and came to London, where he was there is a scene of singular coincidence with an a contemporary player and dramatic writer with event that was 200 years after exhibited in the Shakspeare. Had he lived longer to profit by same country, namely Spain. A Spanish queen, the example of Shakspeare, it is not straining instigated by an usurper, falsely proclaims her conjecture to suppose, that the strong misguided own son to be a bastard. energy of Marlowe would have been kindled and refined to excellence by the rivalship; but his

Prince Philip is a bastard born ;

O give me leave to blush at mine own shame; death, at the age of thirty, is alike to be lamented

But I for love to you-love to fair Spain, for its disgracefulness and prematurity, his own Chuse rather to rip up a queen's disgrace, sword being forced upon him, in a quarrel at a Tban, by concealing it, to set the crown brothel. Six tragedies, however, and his nume

Upon a bastard's head.

Lust's Dom. Sc. iv. Act 3. rous translations from the classics, evince that if his life was profligate, it was not idle. The

Compare this avowal with the confession which bishops ordered his translations of Ovid's Love Bonaparte either obtained, or pretended to Elegies to be burnt in public for their licentiousness. have obtained, from the mother of Ferdinand If all the licentious poems of that period had VII., in 1808, and one might almost imagine that been included in the martyrdom, Shakspeare's he had consulted Marlowe's tragedy. Venus and Adonis would have hardly escaped the flames.

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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 mountain yields.

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

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Is said to have been descended from an ancient he was a priest and a jesuit, that he came into and respectable family in Norfolk, and being sent England to preach the Catholic religion, and was abroad for his education, became a jesuit at prepared to lay dowp his life in the cause. On Rome. He was appointed prefect of studies the 20th of February, 1595, he was brought to there in 1583, and, not long after, was sent as a his trial at the King's Bench, was condemned to missionary into England. His chief residence was die, and was executed the next day, at Tyburn. with Anne, Countess of Arundel, who died in the His writings, of which a numerous list is given in Tower of London. Southwell was apprehended the 67th volume of the Gentleman's Magazine in July 1592, and carried before Queen Eliza- together with the preceding sketch of his life, beth's agents, who endeavoured to extort from were probably one time popular among the

me disclosure of secret conspiracies against Catholies. In a small collection of his pieces the government; but he was cautious at his there are two specimens of his prose composiexamination, and declined answering a number of tions, entitled “Mary Magdalene's Tears,” and ensnaring questions. Upon which, being sent the “ Triumph over Death,” which contain some to prison, he remained near three years in strict eloquent sentences. Nor is it possible to read confinement, was repeatedly put to the rack, and the volume without lamenting that its author as he himself affirmed, underwent very severe should have been either the instrument of bigotry, tortures no less than ten times. He owned that or the object of persecution.

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THOMAS WATSON

(Born, 1560. Died about 1599.] Was a native of London, and studied the com to have devoted himself to lighter studies. Mr. mon law, but from the variety of his productions Steevens has certainly overrated his sonnets in (Vide Theatrum Poetarum, p. 213) would seem preferring them to Shakspeare's*.

SONNET.'

THE NYMPHS TO THEIR MAY QUEEN.

From England's Helicon.

With fragrant flowers we strew the way,
And make this our chief holiday:
For though this clime was blest of yore,
Yet was it never proud before.
O beauteous queen of second Troy,
Accept of our unfeigned joy.

Now the air is sweeter than sweet balm,
And satyrs dance about the palm ;
Now earth with verdure newly dight,
Gives perfect signs of her delight:
O beauteous queen!

ACTÆon lost, in middle of his sport,
Both shape and life for looking but awry:
Diana was afraid he would report
What secrets he had seen in passing by.
To tell the truth, the self-same hurt have I,
By viewing her for whom I daily die;
I leese my wonted shape, in that my mind
Doth suffer wreck upon the stony rock
Of her disdain, who, contrary to kind,
Does bear a breast more hard than any stock;
And former form of limbs is changed quite
By cares in love, and want of due delight.
I leave my life, in that each secret thought
Which I conceive through wanton fond regard,
Doth make me say that life availeth nought,
Where service cannot have a due reward.
I dare not name the nymph that works my smart,
Though love hath graven her name within my heart.

Now birds record new harmony,
And trees do whistle melody:
And everything that nature breeds
Doth clad itself in pleasant weeds.

* [The word Sonnet, in its laxest sense, means a small copy of verses; in its true and accepted sense, a poem of fourteen lines, written in heroic verse, with alternate and couplet rhymes. Watson's sonnets are all of eighteen

lines: and perhaps in their superfluity of four, Steevens thought their excellence to consist ; for as he loved quantity in Shakspeare, he would like bulk in another.]

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