With that she gan to vaile her head, With that the shepheard gan to frowne, And on the ground him layd. Sayth she, "I may not stay till night, And all for long of thee." 66 'My coate," sayth he, nor yet my foulde Shall neither sheepe nor shepheard hould, Except thou favour mee." Sayth she, "Yet lever were I dead, Then I should lose my mayden-head, 95 100 105 110 Unto her paramour.” With that she bent her snow-white knee, 115 VIII. The Farewell to Lobe. From Beaumont and Fletcher's play, entitled The ADIEU, fond love! farewell, you wanton powers! Thou dull disease of bloud and idle hours, Bewitching pain, Fly to fools that sigh away their time! And there behold beauty still young, That time can ne'er corrupt, nor death destroy; Immortal sweetness by fair angels sung, And honour'd by eternity and joy! There lies my love, thither my hopes aspire; Fond love declines, this heavenly love grows higher. 5 10 IX. Ulysses and the Syren affords a pretty poetical contest between Pleasure and Honour. It is found at the end of "Hymen's Triumph: a pastoral tragi-cc medie," written by Daniel, and printed among his works, 4to, 1623.1 Daniel, who was a contemporary of Drayton's, and is said to have been poetlaureate to Queen Elizabeth, was born in 1562, and died in 1619. Anne, Countess of Dorset, Pembroke, and Montgomery (to whom Daniel had been tutor), has inserted a small portrait of him in a full length picture of herself, preserved at Appleby Castle, in Cumberland. This little poem is the rather selected for a specimen of Daniel's poetic powers, as it is omitted in the later edition of his works, 2 vols. 12mo, 1718. SYREN. "COME, worthy Greeke, Ulysses come, The windes and seas are troublesome, And here we may be free. In this edition it is collated with a copy printed at the end of his "Tragedie of Cleopatra. Lond. 1607," 12mo. Here may we sit and view their toyle, Enjoy the day in mirth the while, ULYSSES. 5 "Faire nymph, if fame or honour were To be attain'd with ease, 10 Then would I come and rest with thee, But here it dwels, and here must I With danger seek it forth; To spend the time luxuriously SYREN. Ulysses, O be not deceiv'd This honour is a thing conceiv'd, And rests on others' fame. Begotten only to molest Our peace, and to beguile (The best thing of our life) our rest, And give us up to toyle!" ULYSSES. "Delicious nymph, suppose there were Nor honour, nor report, Yet manlinesse would scorne to weare The time in idle sport; For toyle doth give a better touch To make us feele our joy; 30 And ease findes tediousnes, as much SYREN. "Then pleasure likewise seemes the shore Whereto tendes all your toyle; Which you forego to make it more, And perish oft the while. 35 I must be wonne that cannot win, X. Cupid's Pastime. This beautiful poem, which possesses a classical elegance hardly to be expected in the age of James I., is printed from the fourth edition of Davison's Poems,' &c., 1621. It is also found in a later miscellany, entitled Le Prince d'Amour, 1660, 8vo. Francis Davison, editor of the poems above referred to, was son of that unfortunate secretary of state, who suffered so much from the affair of Mary, Queen of Scots. These poems, he tells us in his preface, were written by himself, by his brother [Walter], who was a soldier in the wars of the Low Countries, and by some dear friends "anonymoi." Among them are found some pieces by Sir J. Davis, the Countess of Pembroke, Sir Philip Sidney, Spenser, and other wits of those times. In the fourth volume of Dryden's Miscellanies, this poem is attributed to Sidney Godolphin, Esq., but erroneously, being probably written before he was born. One edition of Davison's book was published in 1608. Godolphin was born in 1610, and died in 1642-3.—Ãth. Ox. ii. 23. IT chanc'd of late a shepherd swain, That went to seek his straying sheep, Within a thicket on a plain Espied a dainty nymph asleep. Her golden hair o'erspred her face; Her quiver had her pillows place; Her breast lay bare to every blast. The shepherd stood and gaz'd his fill; Did guide the god of love that way. The crafty boy thus sees her sleep, 1 See the full title in book vi. no. iv. 5 10 15 |