Thou leav'st thy print in other works of thine, But it exceeds man's thought, to think how high And are astonished when they view the same: Nor hath he given these blessings for a day, Nor made them on the body's life depend; The soul, though made in time, survives for aye; And though it hath beginning, sees no end. EDWARD VERE, EARL OF OXFORD. This nobleman, so highly popular in the court of Elizabeth (1534-1604) and conspicuous on many memorable occasions-as in the trial of Mary Queen of Scots-is now known only for some verses in the miscellany, entitled the Paradise of Dainty Devices. He was famed in his own day for comedies, or courtly entertainments, none of which has been preserved. Stowe states that this nobleman was the first that brought to England from Italy embroidered gloves and perfumes, which Elizabeth no doubt approved of as highly as his sonnets or madrigals. partly at Cambridge, and was designed for the law, but relinquished the study in his nineteenth year. About this period of his life, having carefully considered the controversies between the Catholics and Protestants, he became convinced that the latter were right, and became a member of the established church. The great abilities and amiable character of Donne were early distinguished. The Earl of Essex, the Lord Chancellor Egerton, and Sir Robert Drury, successively befriended and employed him; and a saying of the second of these eminent persons respecting him is recorded by his biographers-that he was fitter to serve a king than a subject. He fell, nevertheless, into trouble in consequence of secretly marrying the daughter of Sir George Moore, lord-lieutenant of the Tower. This step kept him for several years in poverty, and by the death of his wife, a few days after giving birth to her twelfth child, he was plunged into the greatest grief. At the age of forty-two, Donne became a clergyman, and soon attaining distinction as a preacher, he was preferred by James I. to the deanery of St Paul's; in which benefice he continued till his death in 1631, when he was buried honourably in Westminster Abbey. THOMAS STORER. The Life and Death of Cardinal Wolsey, 1594, is deserving of notice as illustrating the tendency to adapt historical materials for the readers of poetry, and because it probably, in conjunction with Cavendish's Life of Wolsey, incited Shakspeare to the composition of his Henry VIII. In some parts the dramatist has followed Cavendish's narrative even in the language; and the following lines from Storer's poem seem also to have been present to his memory: Look how the God of Wisdom marbled stands In Delphos isle, at whose impartial hands Hung antique scrolls of gentle heraldry, And at his feet ensigns and trophies lie : Such was my state when every man did follow A living image of the great Apollo ! If once we fall, we fall Colossus like, We fall at once like pillars of the sun; Perchance the tenor of my mourning verse If one tear drop from some religious eye. Storer was a native of London; he was entered of Christchurch, Oxford, in 1587, and is supposed to have died about 1604. JOHN DONNE. JOHN DONNE was born in London in 1573, of a Catholic family; through his mother he was related to Sir Thomas More and Heywood the epigrammatist. He was educated partly at Oxford and Monumental Effigy of Dr Donne. The works of Donne consist of satires, elegies, religious poems, complimentary verses, and epigrams: they were collected and published after his death, in 1650, by his son. An earlier but imperfect collection was printed in 1633. His reputation as a poet, great in his own day, low during the latter part of the seventeenth, and the whole of the eighteenth centuries, has latterly in some degree revived. In its days of abasement, critics spoke of his harsh and rugged versification, and his leaving nature for conceit. It seems to be now acknowledged that, amidst much rubbish, there is much real poetry, and that of a high order, in Donne. He is described by a recent critic as 'imbued to saturation with the learning of his age,' endowed with a most active and piercing intellect-an imagination, if not grasping and comprehensive, most subtile and far-darting-a fancy, rich, vivid, 6 and picturesque-a mode of expression terse, simple, and condensed-and a wit admirable, as well for its caustic severity, as for its playful quickness-and as only wanting sufficient sensibility and taste to preserve him from the vices of style which seem to have beset him.' Donne is usually considered as the first of a series of poets of the seventeenth century, who, under the name of the Metaphysical Poets, fill a conspicuous place in English literary history. The directness of thought, the naturalness of description, the rich abundance of genuine poetical feeling and imagery, which distinguish the poets of Elizabeth's reign, now begin to give way to cold and forced conceits, elaborate exercises of the intellect, a kind of poetry as unlike the former as punning is unlike genuine wit. To give an idea of these conceitsDonne writes a poem on a familiar popular subject, a broken heart. Here he does not advert to the miseries or distractions which are presumed to be the causes of broken hearts, but starts off into a play of conceit upon the phrase. He entered a room, he says, where his mistress was present, and Love, alas! At one first blow did shiver it [his heart] as glass. Then, forcing on his mind to discover by what means the idea of a heart broken to pieces, like glass, can be turned to account in making out something that will strike the reader's imagination, he proceeds thus: Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Those pieces still, though they do not unite: A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, There is here, certainly, analogy, but then it is an analogy which altogether fails to please or move: it is a mere conceit. Perhaps we should not be far from the truth, if we were to represent this style as a natural symptom of the decline of the brilliant school of Sackville, Spenser, and Shakspeare. All the recognised modes, subjects, and phrases of poetry introduced by them and their contemporaries, were now in some degree exhausted, and it was deemed necessary to seek for novelty of style and manner. This was found, not in a new vein of equally rich ore, but in a continuation of the workings through adjoining veins of spurious metal. This peculiarity, however, did not characterise the whole of the writings of Donne and his followers. They are often direct, natural, and truly poetical— in spite, as it were, of themselves. Donne, it may be here stated, is usually considered as the first writer of satire, in rhyming couplets, such as Dryden, Young, and Pope carried to perfection. A copy of Donne's three first satires are in the British Museum, among the Harleian manuscripts, and bear the date 1593. The fourth was transcribed by Drummond in 1594, three years before the appearance of Hall's satires. Acting upon a hint thrown out by Dryden, Pope modernised some of Donne's satires. They are greatly deficient, like all this poet's works, in metrical harmony, which some of the minor poets carried to such perfection. The specimens which follow are designed only to exemplify the merits of Donne, not his defects. Address to Bishop Valentine, on the Day of the Marriage Valediction-Forbidding Mourning. As virtuous men pass mildly away, So let us melt, and make no noise, Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, Dull, sublunary lovers' love- Careless eyes, lips, and hands to miss. Our two souls, therefore-which are one-- If they be two, they are two so The Will. Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore, My constancy I to the planets give; To Jesuits; to Buffoons my pensiveness; My faith I give to Roman Catholics; All my good works unto the schismatics Of Amsterdam; my best civility And courtship to an university; My modesty I give to soldiers bare; My patience let gamesters share; Thou, Love, taught'st me, by making me Love her that holds my love disparity, Only to give to those that count my gifts indignity. I give my reputation to those Which were my friends; mine industry to foes; To Nature all that I in rhyme have writ! Thou, Love, by making me adore Her who begot this love in me before, Taught'st me to make as though I gave, when I do but restore. To him for whom the passing bell next tolls I give my physic books; my written rolls Of moral counsels I to Bedlam give; My brazen medals, unto them which live In want of bread; to them which pass among For younger lovers, dost my gifts thus disproportion. Therefore I'll give no more, but I'll undo Than a sun-dial in a grave. Thou, Love, taught'st me, by making me To invent and practise this one way to annihilate all' three. [A Character from Donne's Satires.] A thing more strange than on Nile's slime the sun Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been Me to bear this. Yet I must be content With his tongue, in his tongue called compliment. * * * * He names me, and comes to me. I whisper, God! For the best linguist?' And I sillily Of our two academies, I named. Here He stopt me, and said: 'Nay, your apostles wero 6 To Babel's bricklayers, sure the tower had stood.' To teach by painting drunkards doth not last He, like a high-stretched lutestring, squeaked: 'O, sir, 'Tis sweet to talk of kings!' 'At Westminster, (Said I) the man that keeps the Abbey-tombs, Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk, He smacked and cried: 'He's base, mechanic, coarse, I have but one, sir-look, he follows me. He knows who loves whom; and who by poison He knows who hath sold his land, and now doth beg JOSEPHI HALL. JOSEPH HALL, born at Bristow Park, in Leicestershire, in 1574, and who rose through various church tinguished as a prose writer than as a poet. His preferments to be bishop of Norwich, is more dissatires, which were published under the title of Virgidemiarum, in 1597-9, refer to general objects, and present some just pictures of the more remarkable anomalies in human character: they are also written in a style of greater vigour and volubility than most of the compositions of this age. His chief defect is obscurity, arising from remote allusions and elliptical expression. Bishop Hall died in 1656, at the age of eighty-two. [Selections from Hall's Satires.] A gentle squire would gladly entertain Into his house some trencher-chapelain: Some willing man that might instruct his sons, Third, that he never change his trencher twice. How many jerks he would his breech should line. Seest thou how gaily my young master goes,* Than stake his twelvepence to a meaner host. If chance his fates should him that bane afford. Lik'st a strawn scarecrow in the new-sown field, This is the portrait of a poor gallant of the days of Elizabeth. In St Paul's Cathedral, then an open public place, there was a tomb, erroneously supposed to be that of Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, which was the resort of gentlemen upon town in that day who had occasion to look out for a dinner. When unsuccessful in getting an invitation, they were said to dine with Duke Humphrey. An allusion to the church-service to be heard near Duke Humphrey's tomb. 1 Long, or low. MARSTON-CHURCHYARD-TUBERVILLE-WATSON -CONSTABLE-BRETON. Nearly contemporary with Hall's satires were those of JOHN MARSTON, the dramatist, known for his subsequent rivalry and quarrel with Ben Jonson. Marston, in 1598, published a small volume, Certayne Satires, and in 1599 The Scourge of Villany, &c. He survived till 1634. Little is known of this 'English Aretine,' but all his works are coarse and licentious. Ben Jonson boasted to Drummond that he had beaten Marston and taken his pistol from him. If he had sometimes taken his pen, he would have better served society. Among the swarm of poets ranking with the earlier authors of this period, we may note the following as conspicuous in their own times. THOMAS CHURCHYARD (1520-1634) wrote about seventy volumes in prose and verse. He served in the army, 'trailed a pike,' in the reigns of Henry VIII., Mary, and Elizabeth, and received from Elizabeth-whom he had propitiated by complimentary addresses-a pension of eighteen-pence a day, not paid regularly. Churchyard is supposed to be the Palamon of Spenser's Colin Clout, That sang so long until quite hoarse he grew. GEORGE TUBERVILLE (circa 1530-1594) was secretary to Randolph, Queen Elizabeth's ambassador at the court of Russia. So early as 1568, he had published songs and sonnets; but some of his works -as his Essays and Book of Falconry-were not published till after his death.-THOMAS WATSON (circa 1560-1592) was author of Hecatompathia or Passionate Century of Love, a series of sonnets of superior elegance and merit.-HENRY CONSTABLE (circa 1560-1612) was also author of a great number of sonnets, partly published in 1592 under the title of Diana. Almost every writer of this time ventured on a sonnet or translation. Some settled down into dramatists, and as such will be noticed hereafter; others became best known as prose writers. Dr Drake calculates that there were about two hundred poets in the reign of Elizabeth! This is no exaggeration; but it is to the last decade of the century that we must look for its brightest names.-NICHOLAS BRETON (1558-1624) was a prolific and often happy writer, pastoral, satirical, and humorous. Works of a Young Wit appeared in 1577; and a succession of small volumes proceeded from his pen; eight pieces with his name are in England's Helicon -a valuable poetical miscellany published in 1600, including contributions from Sidney, Spenser, Raleigh, Lodge, Marlowe, Watson, Greene, &c. Of Breton, little personally is known, but he is supposed to have been the son of a Captain Nicholas Breton of Tamworth, in Staffordshire, who had an estate at Norton in Northamptonshire. [A Sweet Pastoral.-By Breton.] [From England's Helicon.] On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befal the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower, Where the heavenly muses meet. Fringed all about with gold, And did blind her little boy. His Thou gallant court, to thee farewell! For froward fortune me denies Now longer near to thee to dwell. I must go live, I wot not where, Nor how to live when I come there. And next, adieu you gallant dames, The chief of noble youth's delight! Untoward Fortune now so frames, That I am banished from your sight, To think that I must from you part. With instruments of music's sounds! And heavenly descants on sweet grounds. And now, you stately stamping steeds, And gallant geldings fair, adieu ! To think that I must part with you: See, see, what sighs my heart doth yield And you farewell, all gallant games, With sundry sorts of sugared wine! To please this dainty mouth of mine! I now, alas, must leave all these, And make good cheer with bread and cheese! And now, all orders due, farewell! My table laid when it was noon; My heavy heart it irks to tell My dainty dinners all are done: With leeks and onions, whig and whey, And farewell all gay garments now, Clad in a coat of green, or gray, What shall I say, but bid adieu To every dream of sweet delight, In place where pleasure never grew, In dungeon deep of foul despite, I must, ah me! wretch as I may, Go sing the song of wellaway! LODGE-BARNFIELD. THOMAS LODGE, one of the most graceful and correct of the minor poets and imaginative writers of this period, appeared as an author in 1580. He then published a Defence of Stage Plays in Three Divisions, to which Stephen Gosson replied by a work quaintly styled Plays Confuted in Five Actions. Gosson speaks of Lodge as a vagrant person visited by the heavy hand of God.' Of the nature of this visitation we are not informed, but Lodge seems to have had a very varied life. He was of a respectable family in Lincolnshire, where he was born about 1556, and entered Trinity College, Oxford, as a servitor, under Sir Edward Hobby, in 1573. After leaving college, he is supposed to have been on the stage. But he afterwards joined in the expeditions of Captain Clarke and Cavendish, and wrote his Rosalynde to beguile the time during his voyage to the Canaries. He next appears as a law-student. In his Glaucus and Scilla (1589), Catharos Diogenes (1591), and a Fig for Comus (1595), he styles himself of Lincoln's Inn, Gent. His next work, A Margarite of America (1596), was written, he says, 'in those straits christened by Magellan, in which place to the southward, many wondrous isles, many strange fishes, many monstrous Patagons, withdrew my senses.' From the law, Lodge turned to physic. He studied medicine, Wood says, at Avignon, and he practised in London, being much patronised by Roman Catholic families, till his death by the plague in 1625. Lodge wrote several pastoral tales, sonnets, and light satires, besides two dramas; one of them in conjunction with Greene. His poetry is easy and polished, though abounding in conceits and gaudy ornament. His Rosalynde: Euphues Golden Legacie, contains passages of fine description and delicate sentiment, with copies of verses interspersed. From this romantic little tale Shakspeare took the incidents of his As you Like It, following Lodge with remarkable closeness. The great dramatist has been censured for some anachronisms in his exquisite comedy-such as introducing a lioness and palmtree into his forest of Arden; but he merely copied Lodge, who has the lion, the myrrh-tree, the fig, the citron, and pomegranate. In these romantic and pastoral tales, consistency and credibility were utterly disregarded. RICHARD BARNFIELD (born about 1570) resembled Lodge in the character of his writings and in the smoothness and elegance of his verse. He was also a graduate of Oxford. His works are- -Cynthia, with Certain Sonnets, and the Legend of Cassandra (1595); the Affectionate Shepherd, &c. (1596); The Encomium of Lady Pecunia (1598), &c. But Barnfield is chiefly known from the circumstance that some of his pieces were ascribed to Shakspeare, in a volume entitled "The Passionate Pilgrim, by W. Shakespeare' (1599). The use of Shakspeare's name was a trick of the bookseller. The small volume contains two of Shakspeare's sonnets, some verses taken from his Love's Labour Lost (published the year before), some pieces known to be by Marlowe and Raleigh,_and others taken from Barnfield's Encomium of Lady Pecunia. |