ENJOYMENT. (A Song at the King's House.) In his Clymena's arms young Damon lay, Whilst I stay behind, For you to be dying alone. This made the youth, now drawing to his end, His soul he did retain, That with himself he seem'd at strife, Die with me, Damon, now; for I die too. Thus dy'd they; but 'twas of so sweet a death In text (by Dryden's folio, 1701, i. 500) correct: Alexis; often they di'd; Nymph di'd more. 66 Page 120, and 123. O Love, if ere thou'lt ease, &c. Music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres,” i. 12. At the former page this is wrongly stated to be in Marriage a la Mode (by confusion with previous song). It is by JOHN CROWE, sung to Julia in the garden," in Act iv. third scene, of his " History of Charles the VIIIth. of France; or, The Invasion of Naples by the French." The 1st. edition, 1672, mentions, "acted at his Highness, the Duke of York's Theatre." In N. Ct. Sgs., p. 91. Variations-least from first copy :-pants with never; shade; too nigh; Yet oh ye Powers! I'd; Ere I'd; Which honour; griefs. our Page 123. I must confess, not many years ago. Music, by William Turner, in "Choice Ayres,” i. 75. Given in R. V.'s New Court Songs, p. 90, entitled "The Recovery: A Theatre Song." Reads "or t'other Additional 3rd verse : coy." No Eunuch can more unconcern❜dly brook None can be more obliging, none more kind. John Evelyn, in his Diary, refers to the introduction of the word "Misse," in restricted meaning, "as at this time they began to call lewd women;" 9 January, 1662. Even thus the harmless word Mistress has become opprobrious. ton Page 126. Here to a period is a Scrivener come. This dates thirty-two years earlier, being in "Wit's Recreations," No. 175 (Reprint, p. 270). We may refer to other poems of like humour, beside the " Sexnext following: viz., "The Chandler drew near his end," The Chandler, in Choice Drollery, 1656, p. 72; punning Epitaphs on another Chandler, might his dayes end that made weeks? (wicks)" Wit's Recr., p. 271; on a Dyer, ibid., p. 268; on a Cobbler, Wit Restored, Repr., 182. Page 127. I sing the praises, &c. 66 How Given as "An Encomium," among the Fancies and Fantasticks in Wit's Recreation, 1640, Repr., P: 402. Attributed to Suckling is another, on a similar mishap in the Parliament House; in Pills to P. M., iii. 332, "Down came grave ancient Sir John Crooke," &c.; Rump Coll., 61. At p. 123 (as at pp. 31, 53, 54) we venture on a bracketted correction of an evident misprint: "Times," should be "Thames." Page 129. Wrong not, dear Empress, &c. Attributed to SIR WALTER RALEIGH (died 1614) on authority of Lansdowne MS.; Rawl. MS.; and Cotgrave's Wit's Interpreter, 1655, p. 40; where, as Wrong not, sweet Mistress," &c., it is entitled The Silent Lover. Introductory lines, omitted in W. D., 66 are Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The bottom is but shallow whence they come. Wrong not, &c. It has been claimed, without evidence, for Sir Robert Ayton, for Lord Pembroke, and Lord Walden! Rawlinson MS. calls it "Sir Walter Raleigh to Queen Elizabeth." See note on i. p. 110. INTRODUCTION. Page xv. note, line 6, read James Wright (son of Abraham Wright, author of " Parnassus Biceps.”) The Page xix. note, line 2. We possess a copy of a previous edition of Part 1. of "The Wits," also dated 1672, which lacks this Preface, and has, instead, two pages of printed address "To the Readers, The Stationer sends greeting," signed by Francis Kirkman. arrangement is different, including many of Cox's Humours," afterwards included in Part 2., 1673. The frontispiece, representing a performance of "Drolls" at the Red Bull Theatre, is seldom found in extant copies. FINALE. FINALE. I' F ye be weary of the drowsy hum Of silly Senators, and Legal folly, The boasts of "Scientists" (all wrangling), come! Shadows before us move of buried Wits, Beau Sedley, Dorset, CHARLES with frank good nature; Wotton and Lyly joining in the chorus ; Wycherley lends fresh mirth, plump Shadwell sings, Starched Johnny Crowne perks his grave phiz be [fore us. To 'twine these Drolleries from old Westminster For all who hold the White Rose still in favour,— All who can quaff the true Castalian rill, And like it better for its antique flavour. 1874. J. W. E. |