ANOTHER OF THE SAME TITLE.

SONG.

[Not in the early printed editions, or known in MS. except Wyburd's. No reader who appreciates the tender beauty and elegance of Carew, when at his best, can willingly accept for his, this weak and displeasing allegory of a pale sickly lady, represented as a 'beautous Island,' surrounded like Albion and Venus by her white frothy bed and native foam,' on such utterly inadequate evidence as the fact of it being contained in the Wyburd MS., the errors in which are both numerous and glaring. This is shown by collation with other MSS. whenever they are attainable, or still better, by comparison with the earlyprinted text, when any are included in the 1640 edition.]

RIGHT Albion, where the Queen of Love

BRIGE

Pressing the pinion of her snow-white dove,

With silver harness o'er thy fair

Region in triumph drives her ivory chair;
Where now retired she rests at home
In her white frothy bed and native foam;
Where the grey morn, through mists of lawn
Snowing soft pearls, shoots an eternal dawn
On thy Elizian shade: Thou blest
Empire of love and beauty, unpossess'd,

Chaste virgin kingdom! but create
Me Monarch of thy free Elective State :
Let me surround with circling arms
My beauteous Island, and with amorous charms
Mixt with this flood of frozen snow,

In crimson streams I'll force the red sea flow.

[Contrast, p. 33.

MR. CAREW TO HIS FRIEND.

It

[In Ashmole MS. 38, art. 81, and from it printed by Bliss in his edition of Anthony à Wood's 'Athenæ Oxonienses,' ii. 659, 1813-20. It cannot be considered doubtful. bears internally his sign manual, as certainly as the poem on p. 187 lacks it. Moreover, Wood and his excellent annotator, Dr. Philip Bliss, erred seidom in their ascriptions of authorship.]

IKE to the hand, that hath been used to play

L'

One lesson long, still runs the self-same way,
And waits not what the heavens bid it strike,
But doth presume by Custom ‘this will like :'
So run my thoughts, which are so perfect grown,
So well acquainted with my passion,

That now they dare prevent me with their haste,
And ere I think to sigh, my sigh is past :
It's past and flown to you, for you alone
Are all the object that I think upon :

And did you not supply my soul with thought,
For want of action it to none were brought.

What though, our absent arms may not enfold
Real embraces, yet we firmly hold
Each other in possession; thus we see
The lord enjoys his land, where e'er he be.
If kings possess'd no more than where they sate,
What would they, greater than a mean estate?

This makes me firmly yours, you firmly mine,
That something more than bodies us combine.
FINIS: THO. CAREW.

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[It were rash to attribute the following saucy and audacious poem to Thomas Carew, because it bears Celia's name. Truly, it has his elegance and light touch. It appears to have been first printed in Cotgrave's 'Wit's Interpreter,' p. 106, 1655; p. 212, edit. 1671; and there anonymously. To it is held resemblance by a daring pre-Restoration ditty, 'When I my Mistress do intend to flatter.']

LOVE'S FLATTERY.

WHEN, Celia, I intend to flatter you,

And tell you lies to make you true,

I swear

There's none so fair:

And you believe it too.

Oft have I match'd you with the Rose, and said
No Twins so like hath Nature made;

But 'tis

Only in this :

You prick my hand, and fade.

Oft have I said there is no precious stone,
But may be found in you alone;

Though I

No stone espy

Unless your heart be one.

When I praise your skin, I quote the wool
That silk-worms from their entrails pull ;
And show

That new-fall'n snow,

Is not more beautiful.

Yet grow not proud, by such Hyperboles !
Were you as excellent as these,

While I

Before you lie,

They might be had with ease.

Music by Dr.
Colman.

FOUR UNAUTHENTICATED EPIGRAMS.

[Robert Herrick, true poet and divine though he was, indulged himself occasionally, and amused his boon companions, by writing several Epigrams: which we might have lost without serious bereavement. Vulgar personalities, or Nugæ Venales, such as the following meritless four, rashly attributed to Carew, in Harl. MS. 6917, are far more akin to some trifles by Herrick. After all, it counts well for Carew that we know the very worst follies that had ever been attributed to his pen, and yet that these held so little evil. They are included here unwillingly.]

Go

ON MUNDAY OF OXFORD.

OD bless the Sabbath, fie on worldly pelf!
The week begins on Tuesday: Munday has
hanged himself.

EPIGRAM.

‘ALL Philip ‘flat-nose,' and he frets at that :

ON ONE THAT DIED OF THE WIND-COLIC.

HERE lies John Dumbelow, who died because he

was so:

If his tail could have spoke, his heart had not broke.

ON A CHILD'S DEATH.

A CHILD, and dead! alas, how could it come?

Surely the Thread of Life was but a thrum.

ཅ་མ་

A PARAPHRASE OF CERTAIN PSALMS.

[These are nearly all transcribed from Ashmole MS. 38, art.

15. Psalm civ. is also in Brit. Museum Addit. MS. 22, 118, fol. 36. But for Psalm cxix., imperfect, possibly mutilated, and not collated anew, the sole authority is the Wyburd MS. They have no higher literary merit than Milton's attempts. The atmosphere of Sternhold and Hopkins surrounds them, like miasma. But it should be remembered that they were copies, of rough drafts, not corrected by the author. This has been ungenerously forgotten by one so notable as the Rev. Dr. Augustus Jessopp, who-in the Dict. Nat. Biog., ix. 63, 1887tells of Carew having been stricken down by mortal sickness,' so that it looks as if his life had been shortened by his irregular habits;' also that Hales of Eton' seems to have thought very meanly of him, and made no secret of his low opinion;' which 'low opinion' casts discredit solely on the said Hales himself, and any Biographer who endorses the Etonian's slanders and betrayal of Confessional-secrets, thus infamously revealed after Carew's death: but see note, p. 248. He is careful to add that 'Carew has left some wretched attempts at versifying a few of the Psalms;' winding up with 'the illness that led him to a maudlin kind of repentance seems to have come upon him when he was in the country.' From an ecclesiastic who writes thus, no penitent could gather any comfort or direction : nor from John Hales.]

PSALM I.

I.

HAPPY the man that doth not walk

In wicked counsels, nor hath lent

His glad ear to the railing talk

Of scorners, nor his prompt steps bent
To wicked paths, where sinners went.