The bridge is drawn, the gate is barr'd, Over the moate I've laid a plank These words she had no sooner spoke, WHY SO PALE? BY SIR JOHN SUCKLING. WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prethee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prethee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame; this will not move, If of herself she will not love, The devil take her! OLD TOM OF BEDLAM. MAD SONG THE FIRST. Or these six Mad Songs, the three first are originals, while the merit of the three last is chiefly that of imitation. The first and second were probably written at the beginning of the seventeenth century; the third about the middle of it; the fourth and sixth towards the end; and the fifth within the eighteenth century. The English are said to have more songs on the subject of madness than any of their neighbours, and Mr. Payne Collier explains the fact by the dissolution of the religious Houses, which left the poor without any fixed provision, while idle wanderers assumed the character most likely to awaken sympathy, and secure them from detection. Accordingly madness was a favourite disguise, and "Bedlam beggars" became a distinctive title. The author of this rhapsody is said, by Walton, to have been William Basse, who composed the "choice song" of the "Hunter in his Career;" but Mr. Chappell thinks that the "Toms of Bedlam" were so numerous as to prevent the identification of the particular song to which Walton alludes. FORTH from my sad and darksome cell, Through the world I wander night and day In an angrye moode I mett old Time, When me he spyed, Away he hyed, For Time will stay for no man : In vaine with cryes I rent the skyes, For pity is not common. Cold and comfortless I lye: Come, Vulcan, with tools and with tackles, Last night I heard the dog-star bark; Mars with his weapon laid about, Mercurye, the nimble post of heaven, To mee he dranke, But mine were ne'er the wyder. Poore naked Tom is very drye: The huntsmen whoop and hallowe: The man in the moone drinkes clarret, Will fire the bushe at his backe. 1 Gorrel-fut. THE DISTRACTED PURITAN, MAD SONG THE SECOND, WAS written, about the beginning of the seventeenth century, by Richard Corbet [b. 1582, d. 1635], successively Dean of Christ Church and Bishop of Oxford and Norwich. Aubrey tells some amusing stories of his humour, and describes his aspect as grave and venerable." 66 AM I mad, O noble Festus, To deal with the Pope, As well as the best in the college? Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice, Mitres, copes, and rochets ; Come hear me pray nine times a day, And fill your heads with crochets. In the house of pure Emanuel' Where my friends surmise With the sight of revelation. They bound me like a bedlam, Faith makes me sure These injuries I suffer Through antichrist's perswasion: Take off this chain, Neither Rome nor Spain Can resist my strong invasion. Of the beast's ten horns (God bless us!) I have knock'd off three already; If they let me alone I'll leave him none: But they say I am too heady. 1 Emanuel College, Cambridge, was originally a seminary of Puritans. When I sack'd the seven-hill'd city, With the armour of proof, Though here I have never a rag on. With a fiery sword and target, My zeal deride, And all my deeds misconster. I un-hors'd the Whore of Babel, And spill the drink In her cup of abomination. I have seen two in a vision Five times in a year, And been cur'd by reading Greenham.2 I observ'd in Perkins' tables3 So stuck in my brains, In the holy tongue of Canaan With an Hebrew root, That I bled beyond all measure. 1 Alluding to some visionary exposition of Zech., ch. v. ver. 1; or, if the date of this song would permit, one might suppose it aimed at one Coppe, a strange enthusiast, whose life may be seen in Wood's "Athen.," vol. ii. p. 501. He was author of a book, entitled "The Fiery Flying Roll;" and afterwards pubJished a recantation, part of whose title is, "The Fiery Flying Roll's Wings Clipt," &c. See Greenham's Works, fol. 1605, particularly the tract entitled "A Sweet Comfort for an Afflicted Conscience." 3 See Perkins's Works, fol. 1616, vol. i. p. 11; where is a large half sheet folded, containing "A survey, or table, declaring the order of the causes of salvation and damnation, &c.," the pedigree of damnation being distinguished by a broad, black, zig-zag line. |