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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,
To dote upon me ever.

Whose petticoat sets forth as fair a frame
As mortal men or gods can well desire ;

Who sits and sees her petticoat unlaced,
I sang sometimes my thoughts and fancy's pleasure, I say no more-the rest are all disgraced.
Where then I list, or time served best,
While Daphne did invite me
To supper once, and drank to me to spite me :
I smiled, yet still did doubt her,
And drank where she had drank before, to flout her. SONGS FROM WEELKES'S MADRIGALS.
But 0, while I did eye her,
My eyes drank love, my lips drank burning fire.

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,
Can draw her chariot ’mid the Paphian flowers : And dazzled reason yields as quite undone.
Lightness in love how ill she fitteth,
So heavy on my heart she sitteth.

Give me my heart and I will go,
Or else forsake your wonted no,
No, no, no,

-No, no, no
FROM BIRD'S COLLECTION OF SONGS, &c.

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.

EDIT. 1604.

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 :
But what ! may love live under any law?

Each one forgets what they have been,
No, no, his power exceedeth man's conceit, And so doth Phyllis, summer's queen.
Of which the gods themselves do stand in awe,
For on his frown a thousand torments wait.

Hold out my heart, with joy's delights accloy'd ; Proceed, then, in this deperate enterprise

Hold out my heart and show it,
With good advice, and follow love, thy guide,
That leads thee to thy wished paradise :

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,
Thy brave attempt shall yet excuse thy fall.

Then laugh, and smile, and run away ;
And if I stay'd her would cry nay,

Fy for shame, fy.
Amid the seas a gallant ship set out,

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?
Then take the kiss you gave me ;
You elsewhere would, perhaps, bestow it,
And I would be as loth to owe it ;
Or if you will not take the thing once given,
Let me kiss you, and then we shall be even.

FROM BATESON'S MADRIGALS.

EDIT. 1606.

Love would discharge the duty of his heart
In beauty's praise, whose greatness doth deny
Words to his thoughts, and thoughts to his desert;
Which high conceit, since nothing can supply,
Love here constrain'd through conquest to confess,
Bids silence sigh what tongue cannot express.

COME away, come, sweet love !
The golden morning breaks,
All the earth, all the air,
Of love and pleasure speaks ;
Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss :
Eyes were made for beauty's grace ;
Viewing, ruing, love's long pain,
Procured by beauty's rude disdain.
Come away, come, sweet love!
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
His fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, staying, in the grove,
To entertain the stealth of love ;
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying, in desire,
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heavenly fire
Come, come, sweet love !
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace, that should rise
Like to the naked morn.
Lilies on the river's side,
And fair Cyprian flow’rs newly blown,
Ask no beauties but their own.
Ornament is nurse of pride-

WHITHER so fast? Ah, see the kindly flowers
Perfume the air, and all to make thee stay;
The climbing woodbind, clipping all these bowers,
Clips thee likewise, for fear thou pass away:
Fortune, our friend, our foe, will not gainsay:
Stay but awhile, Phæbe no tell-tale is,
She her Endymion--I'll my Phæbe kiss.

YEt stay, alway be chained to my heart
With links of love, that we do never part;
Then I'll not call thee serpent, tiger, cruel,
But my sweet Gemma, and my dearest jewel.

*

JOHN LYLY

(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.

he says,

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 ?
None but the lark so shrill and clear ;
Now at Heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.

Hark! hark ! but what a pretty note,
Poor Robin red-breast tunes his throat ;
Hark! how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo-to welcome in the spring.

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses : Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows ;
His mother's doves and team of sparrows ;
Loses them too : then down he throws
The coral of his lip—the rose
Growing on 's cheek, but none knows how,
With these the crystal on his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin ;
All these did my Campaspe win :
At last he set her both his eyes ;
She won, and Cupid blind did rise ;
O Love, hath she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

FROM MOTHER BOMBIE,

O Cupid, monarch over kings,
Wherefore hast thou feet and wings?
Is it to show how swift thou art,
When thou wound'st a tender heart ?
Thy wings being clipt and feet held still,
Thy bow so many could not kill.
It is all one in Venus' wanton school,
Who highest sits, the wise man or the fool
Fools in Love's college
Have far more knowledge,
To read a woman over,
Than a neat-prating lover ;
Nay, 'tis confest
That fools please women best.

SONG.

FROM ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPR.

What bird so sings, yet so does wail ?
O'tis the ravish'd nightingale-
Jug, jug, jug, jug-tereu—she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.

ALEXANDER HUME

(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 that high fountain of Hebrew poetry to refresh it. In seem peculiariy pleasing and unborrowed the the following specimen of his poetry, describing pictures of a poetical mind, humble but genuine the successive appearances of nature during a in its cast.

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So silent is the cessile air,
That every cry and call,
The hills and dales, and forest fair,
Again repeats them all.

The pastor quits the slothful sleep,
And passes forth with speed,
His little camow-nosed k sheep,

And rowting kye i to feed.
ing the classical fame, no less than in establishing the
moral reputation of their country, the Scottish clergy
have exerted a primary influence; and whatever Pres-
byterian eloquence might once be, the voice of enlight-
ened principles and universal charity is nowhere to be
heard more distinctly than at the present hour from

a For shaded. b Scotticè for than. d Which.

e Largest and smallest. Abroad,

6 Emboldened. Shining. i Uprises.

* Flat-Dosed. 1 Lowing kine.

The clogged busy humming bees,
That never think to drown',
On flowers and flourishes of trees,
Collect their liquor brown.

their pulpits. Then.

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With gilded eyes and open wings,
The cock his courage shows;
With claps of joy his breast he dingsh,
And twenty times he crows.

The dove with whistling wings so blue,
The winds can fast collect,
Her purple pens turn many a hue
Against the sun direct.

Through all the land great is the gilds
Of rustic folks that cry ;
Of bleating sheep, fra they be fill’a,
Of calves and rowting kye.
All labourers draw hame at even,
And can to others say,
Thanks to the gracious God of Heaven,
Quhilk' sent this summer day.

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.

t Who.

Now noon is gone--gone is midday,
The heat does slake at last,
The sun decends down west away,
For three o'clock is past.

*

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.

b Fire.

c Whinstone. d In old Scottish poetry little attention is paid to giving plural nouns a plural verb. e Cool. 1 Burning $ Oil.

h Beats.

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