(9) England's Helicon, 1600; edited by J. Bodenham. This is the most celebrated and the richest of the whole class, and is in itself a compendium of all that is best or that at the time was famous among Elizabethan pastorals and love poems. Every living poet of eminence seems to have been drawn upon for a copy of verses, and much was added from the stores of those no longer living. Thus we have poems from Surrey, Spenser, Sidney, Lord Brooke, Greene, Lodge, Marlowe, and even from Shakespeare; from Watson, Drayton, Browne; and much of what has since been rightly and wrongly attributed to Raleigh appears here under the title Ignoto. Some of the most celebrated poems, such as Sidney's 'Love is dead,' we give under their authors' names; it is better in this place to quote only from those minor but still beautiful writers who are otherwise not represented in these volumes-such as Breton, the Shepherd Tonie (? Anthony Munday), and Bolton. (10) A Poetical Rapsody, 1602. The editor of this most interesting miscellany was Francis Davison, who with his brother Walter contributed many poems. The list of other writers includes Sidney, Raleigh, Sir John Davies, Watson, Sylvester, Charles Best, and many more, the editor pretending, after the fashion of those times, to throw the responsibility of inserting the works of such 'great and learned personages' upon the too presumptuous printer. It is interesting to note that Davison, writing in 1602, contrasts the poetry of twenty years before with 'the perfection which it has now attained'; a kind of boast which was commoner at the end of the seventeenth century than at the beginning. We may add that the 'Rapsody' passed through four editions in the reign of James I, and that in that of 1608 the poem of 'The Lie, 'which we print under Raleigh's name, first appeared. EDITOR. VOL. I. k k [From The Paradyse of Dainty Devises, 1576.] AMANTIUM IRAE. In going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept, I marvel much, pardy, quoth she, for to behold the rout, can smoothly smile, And some embrace others in arms, and there think many a wile : Some stand aloof at cap and knee, some humble and some stout, Yet are they never friends indeed, until they once fall out : Thus ended she her song, and said before she did remove, The falling out of faithful friends is the renewing of love. [From A Handefull of Pleasant Delites, 1584.] A PROPER SONNET. (To any pleasant Tune.) I smile to see how you devise New masking nets my eyes to blear; But as you are you must appear. Your privy winks at board I see, And how you set your roving mind; Although I wink, I am not blind. R. Edwards. The secret sighs and feigned cheer I see in whom thy heart doth rest. And though thou mak'st a feigned vow The fickle helm doth guide the ship. The salamander in the fire By course of wind doth bathe his limbs ; The floating fish tak'th his desire In running streams whereas he swims. So thou in change dost take delight; I see him smile that doth possess Thy love, which once I honoured most; And sith thou can no more entice Therefore leave off thy wonted play, To dark the sun that shines so clear. And keep thy friend, that thou hast won; Lest he at length, as I have done, Anon. [From The Arbor of Amorous Devises, 1597.] A SWEET LULLABY. Come little babe, come silly soul, Sing lullaby and lap it warm, Poor soul that thinks no creature harm. Thou little think'st and less dost know Why dost thou weep, why dost thou wail, Come little wretch, ah silly heart, 'Twas I, I say, against my will; And dost thou smile? oh, thy sweet face! But come to mother, babe, and play; Sweet boy, if it by fortune chance If any ask thy mother's name, Tell how by love she purchased blame. Then will his gentle heart soon yield; A lamb in turn thou shalt him find; Ask blessing, babe! be not afraid; A noble youth of blood and bone; His glancing looks, if once he smile, Come little boy and rock asleep ; God bless my babe, and lullaby Anon. [From England's Helicon, 1600.] A PALINODE. As withereth the primrose by the river, |