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Love me not for comely grace,
Who makes his seat a stately stamping steed, For my pleasing eye or face ;
Whose neighs and plays are princely to behold ; Not for any outward part,
Whose courage stout, whose eyes are fiery red, No, nor for my constant heart ;
Whose joints well knit, whose harness all of gold, For those may fail, or turn to ill,
Doth well deserve to be no meaner thing And thus we love shall sever :
Than Persian knight, whose horse made him a Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
king. And love me still, Yet know not why,
By that bedside where sits a gallant dame, So hast thou the same reason still,
Who casteth off her brave and rich attire,
Whose petticoat sets forth as fair a frame
Who sits and sees her petticoat unlaced,
LIKE two proud armies marching in the field,
Joining a thund'ring fight, each scorns to yield, O light is love, in matchless beauty shining, So in my heart your beauty and my reason, When she revisits Cyprus’ hallowed bowers, To th’ other says, it's treason, treason, treason : Two feeble doves, harness'd in silken twining, Bnt
your fair beauty shineth as the sun,
Give me my heart and I will go,
-No, no, no
But since my dear doth doubt me, Your shining eyes and golden hair,
With no, no, no, I mean to fout thee; Your lily rosed lips most fair,
No, no, no. Your other beauties that excel,
Now there is hope we shall agree, Men cannot chuse but like them well ;
Since double no imparteth yea ; But when for them they say they'll die,
If that be so, my dearest, Believe them not, they do but lie.
With no, no, no, my heart thou cheerest.
AMBITIOUS love hath forced me to aspire
Cold winter ice is fled and gone, To beauties rare, which do adorn thy face ;
And summer brags on every tree ; Thy modest life yet bridles my desire,
The red.breast peeps among the throng Whose law severe doth promise me no grace.
Of wood-brown birds that wanton be :
Each one forgets what they have been,
Hold out my heart, with joy's delights accloy'd ; Proceed, then, in this deperate enterprise
Hold out my heart and show it,
That all the world may know it,
What sweet content thou lately hast enjoy'd. Thy climbing thoughts this comfort take withal, That if it be thy foul disgrace to slide,
She that “ Come, dear!” would say,
Then laugh, and smile, and run away ;
Fy for shame, fy.
My true love not regarding, Wherein nor men nor yet ’munition lacks, Hath giv'n me at length his full rewarding, In greatest winds that spareth not a clout, So that unless I tell But cuts the waves in spite of weather's wrack, The joys that overfill me, Would force a swain that comes of coward kind, My joys, kept in full well, To change himself, and be of noble mind.
I know will kill me.
TO HIS LOVE.
FROM ENGLAND'S HELICON.
Say, dear, will you not have me?
FROM BATESON'S MADRIGALS.
Love would discharge the duty of his heart
COME away, come, sweet love !
WHITHER so fast? Ah, see the kindly flowers
YEt stay, alway be chained to my heart
(Born, 1554. Died, 1600.]
Was born in the Weald of Kent. Wood places snatching.” Whether Apollo was ever so co his birth in 1553. Oldys makes it appear pro- | plaisant or not, it is certain that Lyly's work bable that he was born much earlier.
He “Euphues and his England,” preceded by anoth studied at both the universities, and for many called “ Euphues, the Anatomy of Wit,” & years attended the court of Elizabeth in expecta- promoted a fantastic style of false wit, bombas tion of being made Master of the Revels. In this metaphor, and pedantic allusion, which it w object he was disappointed, and was obliged, in fashionable to speak at court under the name his old age, to solicit the Queen for some trifling Euphuism, and which the ladies thought it ind grant to support himt, which it is uncertain whe- pensable to acquire. Lyly, in his Euphu ther he ever obtained. Very little indeed is probably did not create the new style, but on known of him, though Blount, his editor, tells us collected and methodised the floating affect that “ he sate at Apollo's table, and that the god tions of phraseology.- Drayton ascribes t] gave him a wreath of his own bays without overthrow of Euphuism to Sir P. Sydney, wb
[* Lyly was born in Kent in 1554, and was matriculated at Oxford in 1571, when it was recorded in the entry that he was seventeen years old.--COLLIER's Annals,
Our tongue from Lylie's writing then in use, vol. iii. p. 174.]
Talking of stones, stars, plants, of fishes, files, If he was an old man in the reign of Elizabeth, Plying with words and idle similies, Oldys's conjecture as to the date of his birth seems to be As th' English apes and very zanies be verified, -as we scarcely call a man old at fifty.
Of everything that they hear and see.
did first reduce
Sydney died in 1586, and Euphues had appeared many years after his death ; and it seems to have but six years earlier. We may well suppose expired, like all other fashions, by growing vulgar. Sydney to have been hostile to such absurdity, Lyly wrote nine plays, in some of which there is and his writings probably promoted a better considerable wit and humour, rescued from the taste ; but we hear of Euphuism being in vogue | jargon of his favourite system.
CUPID AND CAMPASPE.
Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear ?
Hark! hark ! but what a pretty note,
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
FROM MOTHER BOMBIE,
O Cupid, monarch over kings,
FROM ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPR.
What bird so sings, yet so does wail ?
(Born, 1560 ? Died, 1609 ?)
Was the second son of Patrick, fifth Baron of pitch, and when a reformation, fostered by the Polwarth, from whom the family of Marchmont poetry of Lyndsay, and by the learning of Buare descended. He was born probably about the chanan, had begun to grow hostile to elegant middle, and died about the end, of the sixteenth literature. Though the drama, rude as it was, century. During four years of the earlier part had been no mean engine in the hands of Lyndsay of his life, he resided in France, after which he against popery, yet the Scottish reformers of this returned home and studied law, but abandoned
latter period even anticipated the zeal of the the bar to try his fortune at court. There he is English puritans against dramatic and romantic said to have been disgusted with the preference poetry, which they regarded as emanations from shown to a poetical rival, Montgomery, with whom hell. Hume had imbibed so far the spirit of his he exchanged flytings, (or invectives,) in verse, times as to publish an exhortation to the youth and who boasts of having “ driven Polwart from
of Scotland to forego the admiration of all clasthe chimney nook." He then went into the
sical heroes, and to read no other books on the church, and was appointed rector or minister of subject of love than the Song of Solomon. But Logie ; the names of ecclesiastical offices in
Calvinism* itself could not entirely eradicate the Scotland then floating between presbytery and prelacy. In the clerical profession he continued
* This once gloomy influence of Calvinism on the lite
rary character of the Scottish churchmen, forms a contill his death. Hume lived at a period when the
trast with more recent times, that needs scarcely to be spirit of Calvinism in Scotland was at its gloomiest suggested to those acquainted with Scotland. In extend
beauty of Hume's fancy, and left him still the summer's day, there is a train of images th high fountain of Hebrew poetry to refresh it. In seem peculiariy pleasing and unborrowed the following specimen of his poetry, describing pictures of a poetical mind, humble but genui the successive appearances of nature during a in its cast.
ing the classical fame, no less than in establishing the
e Largest and smallest. Abroad. & Emboldened. Shining. i Uprises.
i Early. k Flat-nosed. * Lowing k ine.
With gilded eyes and open wings,
The dove with whistling wings so blue,
Through all the land great is the gilds
i Smoke. j Thrush and nightingale. k Wood-pigeons. | A very expressive word for the note of the cushat, or wood-pigeon. m Evening.
n Along • Places for confining fish, generally placed in the dam of a river.
p Baskets 9 Small boats or yawls.
r Wells, • Throng.
Now noon is gone--gone is midday,
w Freshness. X Oxen. y Carpeted. z Beare, I suppose, means music. To beare, in old Scotch, is to recite. Wynton, in his Chronicle, says, “As I have heard men beare on hand." a Hard or keen rays.
c Whinstone. d In old Scottish poetry little attention is paid to giving plural nouns a plural verb. e Cool. 1 Burning $ Oil.