And when we mean To taste of Bacchus' blessings now and then, A cup or two to noble Barkley's health, Which he that hears, Lets through his ears A madness to distemper all the brain. And Doric music make, To civilise with graver notes our wits again. FROM THE 'COTSWOLD ECLOGUE.' Colin. Early in May up got the jolly rout, Crown'd with a garland they had made, beset Meet her, she languisheth, and dies, as now Of such a dull and general lethargy. Thenot. Ill thrive the lout that did their mirth gainsay! Wolves haunt his flocks that took those sports away! Colin. Some melancholy swains about have gone These, in a zeal t'express how much they do FROM 'A PASTORAL COURTSHIP.' Behold these woods, and mark, my sweet, Now let me sit, and fix mine eyes I'll clasp that neck, where should be set But swains are poor; admit of, then, TO BEN JONSON. I was not born to Helicon, nor dare Of a dead ancestor, nor could I be But thy adoption quits me of all fear, And makes me challenge a child's portion there. I am akin to heroes, being thine, And part of my alliance is divine, Orpheus, Musæus, Homer too, beside Thy brothers by the Roman mother's side; That is so like thee, Horace; the whole quire My uncles; thou hast given me power to call Phoebus himself my grandsire; by this grant Each sister of the Nine is made my aunt. Go, you that reckon from a large descent I should be dully modest. WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT. [BORN, according to one authority, at Burford in Oxfordshire, August 16th, 1615; according to another, at Northway in Gloucestershire, in September 1611. From 1628 he chiefly resided at Oxford, where he died of the 'camp disease' November 29th, 1643. His plays and poems were collected and published in 1651.] Cartwright, whom his academical and literary contemporaries regarded as a phenomenon, is to us chiefly interesting as a type. If it be allowable to regard as extravagant the tendencies represented by him in both his life and his poetry, he may justly be remembered by a sufficiently prominent title among English poets -that of the typically extravagant Oxford resident of his period. He was a most enthusiastic royalist in the most royalist city and community of the kingdom; and, in a sense, he died a martyr to his political sentiment. In an age of 'florid and seraphical preachers,' this designation was attached distinctively to the youthful succentor of Salisbury Cathedral and junior proctor of the University. It is therefore but natural that among the panegyrical poets of an age given to panegyric, Cartwright's efforts in this direction should have remained unsurpassed. His muse devoted herself with that unshrinking courtliness which has often characterised our old Universities to singing the praises of the King, the Queen, their 'fourth child,' their 'sixth child,' and all the royal family, as occasion might demand, invite or suggest. When 'our happy Charles' recovered from the terrible epidemic of his times, Cartwright, in the first of the poems given here, was at hand with an exercise of flattery, which in its central conceit was afterwards imitated, but hardly equalled, by the youthful Dryden. Other events belonging to the sphere of the Court chronicler prompted longer and loftier strains: returns from journeys across the border or abroad, marriages, and above all occasions sacred to Lucina, the favourite deity, and indeed the |