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not with obscure definitions, which must blur the margent with interpretations, and load the memory with doubtfulness; but he cometh to you with words set in delightful proportion, either accoinpanied with, or prepared for, the well-enchanting skill of music; and with a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimneycorner;' and pretending no more, doth intend the winning of the mind from wickedness to virtue, even as the child is often brought to take most wholesome things, by hiding them in such other as have a pleasant taste. For even those hard-hearted evil men, who think virtue a school name, and know no other good but indulgere genio, and therefore despise the austere admonitions of the philosopher, and feel not the inward reason they stand upon, yet will be content to be delighted; which is all the good-fellow poet seems to promise ; and so steal to see the form of goodness—which, seen, they cannot but love ere themselves be aware, as if they had taken a niedicine of cherries. By these, therefore, examples and reasons, I think it may be manifest that the poet, with that same hand of delight, doth draw the mind more effectually than any other art doth. And so a conclusion not unfitly ensues, that as virtue is the most excellent resting-place for all worldly learning to make an end of, so poetry, being the most familiar to teach it, and most princely to move towards it, in the most excellent work is the most excellent workman.

Since, then, poetry is of all human learning the most ancient, and of most fatherly antiquity, as from whence other learnings have taken their beginnings ;-Since it is so universal that no learned nation doth despise it, no barbarous nation is without it;Since both Roman and Greek gave such divine names unto it, the one of prophesying, the other of making; and that, indeed, that name of making is fit for it, considering that whereas all other arts retain themselves within their subject, and receive, as it were, their being from it,—the poet, only, bringeth his own stuff, and doth not learn a conceit out of the matter, but maketh matter for a conceit;-Since, neither his description nor end containing any evil, the thing described cannot be evil ;-Since his effects be so good as to teach goodness and delight the learners of it ;Since therein (namely, in moral doctrine, the chief of all knowledge) he doth not only far pass the historian, but, for instructing is well nigh comparable to the philosopher, and for moving, leav

1 We have bere, undoubtedly, the origin of Shakspeare's

That aged cars play truant at his tales,
And younger bearings are quite ravished,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse, &c.

Love's Labor Lost, Act W. Scene I 2 To indulge one's appetite.

uncleanness) hath whole

eth him behind:-Since the Holy Scripture (wherein there is no

paris in it poetical, and that even our Saviour Christ vouchsafed to use ine flowers of it ;-Since all its kinds are not only in their united forms, but in their severed dissections fully commendable : I think-(and I think I think rightly)—the laurel crown appointed for triumphant captains, doth worthily, of all other learnings, honor the poet's triumph.


Come, sleep, 0 sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of' wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th' indifferent julge between the high and low!
With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce clarts Despair at me doth throw:
O make me in those civil wars to cease!
I will good tribute pay if thou do so.
Take thon of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed;
A chamber leaf to noise, and blind to light;
A rosy garland, and a wcary heal;
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier han elsewhere Stella's image see.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOW. 1562–1592. CarisTOPHER Marlow2 was a contemporary with Shakspeare, and cele. braied in his day as an actor and dramatic writer. He wrote seven tragedies, one of which, Doctor Faustus, has considerable merit.3 But he was a man of louse principles and morals, and came to a tragical end, being killed in a innken brawl. He is now chiefly known as the author of the beautiful song quoted by honest old Izaak Walton, entitled


Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Tivat grove or valley, lill or field,
Or wood and steepy mountain yield.

The connet is a short poem of fourteen lines, two stanzas of four verses each, and two of three ext, the rhymes being adjusted by a particular rule. It was first introduced into our language by

Earl of Surrey, and continued to be a favorite species of writing till the Restoration, when it began to decline. Within the present century, however, it has revived, and has been rendered popuhr by a series of distinguished writers, especially by Mr. Wordsworth. Read--."Specimens of Eng xa Sonnets," by Rev. Alexander Dyce,-a little book of gems. ? He was generally called Kit Mansow, according to old Heywood :

Marlow, renown'd for his rare art and wit,

Could ne'er attain beyond the name of Kit. 2 Read-two articles in the 3d and 4th volumes of the Retrospective Review, on The Early EngBoh Drama :" also, Lamb'y "Specimens of the English Dramatic Poets."

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ROHERT SOUTHWELL was descended from an ancient and respectable catholic family in Norfolk, and was born about the year 1562. At an early age he was sent to the English College at Douay, and thence he went to Rome, where he entered the “ Order of the Society of Jesus." After finishing his course of study there, the Pope sent him, in 1584, as a missionary to England. He had not been at home but a few years when he was apprehended by Ecme of Elizabeth's agents, for being engaged in a conspiracy against the government. He was sent to prison, where he remained three years. He was repeatedly put upon the rack, and, as he himself affirmed, underwent very severe tortures no less than ten times. Wearied with torture and soli. tary imprisonment, he begged that he might be brought to trial, to answer for himsell. At his trial he owned that he was a priest and a Jesuit, but denied that he ever entertained any designs against the queen or kingdom; alleging that he came to England simply to administer the sacraments according to the catholic church to such as desired them. The jury found him guilty of trea. son, and when asked if he had any thing to say why sentence should not be pronounced against him, he replied, “ Nothing; but from my heart I forgive. all who have been any way accessible to my death.” Sentence was pro nounced, and the next day he was led to execution.4

1 A madrigal is a little amorous poem, of free and unequal verses, differing from the regularity of the sonnet and the subtilty of the epigram, and containing some tender and simple thought suita. bly expressed.

a Showy. 2 In the northernmost province of France, where was made the celebrated papal version or the Scriptures--the “Douay Bible."

The best account of Southwell may be found in the "Gentleman's Magazine" for Nov, 1798. Read, also, an excellent article in the Retrospective Review, iv. 267. "So perished father Southwell. at thirty-three years of age; and so, unhappily, have perished many of the wise and virtuous of the rarth. Conscious of suffering in the supposed best of causes, he seems ta have met death without terror. Life's uncertainty and the world's vanity, the crinies and follies of humanity, and the con

This whole proceeding should cover the authors of it with everlasting infamy. It is a foul stain upon the garments of the maiden queen that she can never wipe ofT. There was not a particle of evidence at his trial that this pious and accomplished poet meditated any evil designs against the government. He did what he had a perfect right to do; ay, what it was his duty to do, if he conscientiously thought he was right, -endeavor to make converts

his faith, so far as he could without interfering with the rights of others. If there be any thing that is to be execrated, it is persecution for opinion's sake. There is an excess of meanness, as well as wickedness, in striving to put down opinions by physical force. Those who do it thereby tacitly acknowledge that they have no other arguments, for truth has no reason ever to fear in any combat with error.'

Southwell's poems are all on moral and religious subjects. Though they have not many of the endowments of fancy, they are peculiarly pleasing for the simplicity of their diction, and especially for the fine moral iruths and lessons they convey.


The lopped tree in time may grow again,

Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;
The sorriest wightomay find release of pain,

The driest soil suck in so ne moistening shower:
Time goes by turns, and chances change by course,
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

The sea of fortune doth not ever flow,

She draws her favors to the lowest ebb:
Her tiles have equal times to come and go;

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web;
No joy so great but runneth to an enil,
No hap so hard but may in fine amenil.

Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring;

Not enlless niglıl, yet not eternal day:
The saddest birds a season find to sing,

The roughest storin a calm may soon allay.
Thus, with succeeding turns, God tempereth all,
That man may liope to rise, yet fear to fall.

A chance may win that by mischance was lost;

That net that holds no great, takes little fish;
In some things all, in all things none are crossil;

Few all they need, but none have all they wish.
Ummingled joys here to no man befall;
Who least, liath some; who most, hath never all.

eslations and glories of religion, are the constant themes of his writings, both in prose and verse, and the kindliness and benignity of his nature, and the moral excellence of his character, are diffased slike over both."

1 Trnth crushed to earth shall rise again,

The eternal years of God are hers;
But error, wonnded. writhes in pain,

And dies amid his worshipper. - Bryant.


Where wards are weak, and foes encount'ring strong

Where mightier do assault than do defend,
The feebler part puts up enforced wrong,

And silent sees that speech could not amend : Yet, higher powers must think, though they repine, When sun

set the little stars will shine.

While pike doth range, the silly tench doth fly,

And crouch in privy creeks with smaller fish: Yet pikes are caught when little fish go by,

These fleet afloat, while those do fill the dish; There is a time even for the worms to creep, And suck the dew while all their foes do sleep.

The merlin cannot ever soar on high,

Nor greedy greyhound still pursue the chose;
The tender lark will find a time to fly,

And fearful hare to run a quiet race.
He that high growth on cedars did bestow,
Gave also lowly mushrooms leave to grow.
In Haman's pomp poor Mordocheus wept,

Yet God did urn his fate upon his foe.
The Lazar pind, while Dives' feast was kept,

Yet he to heaven, to hell did Dives go.
e trample grass, and prize the flowers of May;
Yet grass is greeu, when flowers do fade away.


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