FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD GEOFFREY CHAUCER FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD TYPES OF LITERARY ART IN PROSE AND VERSE AN INTRODUCTION TO ENGLISH LITERATURE WITH PREFACE AND NOTES BY ANDREW J. GEORGE, A.M. DEPARTMENT OF ENGLISH, HIGH SCHOOL, NEWTON, MASS. EDITOR OF WORDSWORTH'S " PRELUDE," " THE SHORTER POEMS OF MILTON," " THE SELECT POEMS OF BURNS," ETC. " Books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood. Our pastime and our happiness will grow." WORDSWORTH THE MACMTLLAN COMPANY LONDON : MACMILLAN & CO., LTD. 1899 All rights reserved COPYRIGHT, 1898, Bv THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. Set up and electrotyped August, 1898. Reprinted November, 1898; September, 1899. XorfoooU J. 8. Cuihing & Co. - Berwick & Smith Norwood Man. U.S.A. TO THE PUPILS OF THE NEWTON HIGH SCHOOL, WHOSE SYMPATHY AND APPRECIATION HAVE MADE MY WORK A DELIGHT, I INSCRIBE THIS VOLUME. A. J. G. TRUTH is within ourselves : it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe : There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception which is truth ; A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Blunts it and makes it error : and ' to know ' Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without. BROWNING'S Paracelsus. PREFACE " Image the whole, then execute the parts, Fancy the fabric Quite, ere you build." THE present volume is the result of long experience in a large school which combines the features of a Latin and an English High School. It illustrates the work in preparation for the study of the great authors, in verse and prose, who have made the most distinctive contribution to English literature and life. When the pupil has gained a general view of the field of English literature, a speaking acquaint- ance with the authors, and an idea of the principles of liter- ary evolution which this b.ook reveals, he is ready for extended study of those artists whose work is central and formative in each period, the great classics of our literature. While the book is thus intended to be an introduction through types only a means to the end of forming perma- nent literary friendships it is fairly representative of the best to be found in English literary art from Chaucer to Arnold, and hence it has a value of its own. The annotation is confined to the purpose of naturally leading the pupil to look for those principles which are fundamental, such as will guide him into broader fields of literature, history, and criticism happy pastures in which he may range at will. This I believe is the great end for which we should strive in the teaching of English, and it is viii PREFACE quite as important in the college preparatory work as in that of the general course. The volume is thus a natural outcome of the method and spirit of our work in the Newton High School. It is pre- pared to meet a need in our own course, and also in response to requests of many teachers of English who have become interested in that course, and desire to have the means of following it in its essential features. It does not offer any royal road to appreciation of literature, only the very simple and natural one of thoughtful and sympa- thetic reading, in an atmosphere of wise passiveness. While purposely keeping the matter of the history of lit- erature in the background, I have given in the Introduction and Notes a few principles which it is hoped may prove stimulative. Literary education is of the heart rather than of the head, a process of spiritual apprehension and assimi- lation ; and hence Histories of Literature are of little use until enthusiasm is developed. A genuine enthusiasm will rapidly assimilate the spiritual content of a work of genius, whereby alone there can be any genuine growth. " Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things forever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? " Limited space has necessitated the exclusion of some whose work I would have included. A. J. G. BROOKLINE, MASS., June, 1898. INTRODUCTION IN the study of great movements in the history of our literature we should observe certain principles. We should not attempt to place rigid boundaries to these movements ; we should view literature as an organic whole, the revela- tion of the complex life which created it. As the soil, atmosphere and general environment determine in a great degree the growth of the plant and the character of its fruit, so every experience through which a nation passes deter- mines the kind of literature and art it will produce. It is natural that the literature of a new people should have its Formative Period, a period in which soil is being prepared by a great variety of experiences. The student should, therefore, have some knowledge of the forces at work in young England which evolved the matin song of our lan- guage in Chaucer. The contact with the Romans through war ; the Roman influence which came with the introduction of Christianity ; the establishment of the school of Caedmon at Whitby and of Alfred at Winchester; the destruction wrought in the literature of the north by inroads of the Danes ; the refining influence of the Normans, and the splendid energy of the native tongue by which it rose to a position of power and beauty until it broke forth in the full- throated ease of Chaucer, in the poetry of life, love and duty : these are distinctly formative forces. In England's contact with the Italian Revival, a contact due to the attraction which the New Learning had for the X INTRODUCTION younger generation, we have the beginning of the Period of Italian Influence introduced by Wyatt and Surrey. It is this element which gives the new direction to art undei Elizabeth. The invention of printing, the expansion in material resources, the spirit of adventure and discovery, and the religious spirit developed by the English Bible, which fostered the desire for independence, all contributed to the formation of the rich and varied literature of the period. In the period intervening between Elizabeth and the Restoration we find the great name of Milton, who may be called the last of the Elizabethans ; for while his work reveals the sublime dignity born of Puritanism, it is distinguished for the charm of childhood and grace of youth which charac- terized the Renaissance. It is the happy union of art and faith. The forces against which Puritanism arrayed itself triumphed in the Restoration, and the new ideas in church and state became supreme. French models in literature and life emanated from the court. Under Elizabeth there was a healthy simplicity, and the poet wrote with his eye upon the subject; but now there was constrained and formal etiquette, and the poet wrote with his eye upon style. Subjects, too, changed. We have now such as appeal to the intellect rather than to the whole nature, and poetry becomes didac- tic, satiric, philosophical. What was mere spirit is now mere form. Poetry was seized by the wing and confined within the bounds of the rhymed couplet. If spiritual east winds blew and no great poet spoke out, we must not forget that this period of French Influence gave us splendid specimens of graceful and sinewy prose. The wits who gathered in the coffee houses to discuss politics, literature, and social manners, furnished the material for the essay, and it in turn gave rise to the newspaper and periodical. The essay INTRODUCTION XI expanded into the novel of adventure or society, while the orator reached his constituents through the pamphlet, and the critics levelled their guns from behind the pages of the quarterlies. During this efflorescence of prose the great principle of equality for which Milton and Vane had stood began to take root in the soil of France, producing that tremendous up- heaval known as the French Revolution. Life in England had become deeper, and man's nature sought the wholesome atmosphere of faith and action. The result was the rise of Methodism, and the splendid work of Howard and Wilber- force ; Pitt's reign of expansion saw the rise of democracy ; a republic was established in America. It is not surprising, therefore, that such an awakening should be accompanied by an equal vigor in the realm of poetry. Gray goes to the little churchyard ; Goldsmith to the obscure country village ; Cowper muses by the languid Ouse, while song springs full formed from the rugged soil upturned by the rustic Plough- man on the Ayrshire hills, and the Modern Period has begun, the mission of which is to teach how verse may build a princely throne on humble truth. With Coleridge are devel- oped new ideas of criticism ; with Wordsworth the new poetry wins even against the accredited critics of the school of Dryden and Pope. " A hundred years ere he to manhood came, Song from celestial heights had wandered down, Put off her robe of sunlight, dew and flame, And donned a modish dress to charm the town. Thenceforth she but festooned the porch of things; Apt at life's lore, incurious what life meant. Dextrous of hand, she struck her lute's few strings; Ignobly perfect, barrenly content. xii INTR OD UC TION The age grew sated with her sterile wit. Herself waxed weary on her loveless throne. Men felt life's tide, the sweep and surge of it, And craved a living voice, a natural tone. For none the less, though song was but half true, The world lay common, one abounding theme. Man joyed and wept, and fate was ever new, And love was sweet, life real, death no dream. In sad, stern voice the rugged scholar-sage Bemoaned his toil unvalued, youth uncheered. His numbers wore the vesture of the age, But, 'neath it beating, the great heart was heard. From dewy pastures, uplands sweet with thyme, A virgin breeze freshened the jaded day. It wafted Collins' lonely vesper-chime, It breathed abroad the frugal note of Gray. It fluttered here and there, nor swept in vain The dusty haunts where futile echoes dwell. Then, in a cadence soft as summer rain, And sad from Auburn voiceless, drooped and fell. It drooped and fell, and one 'neath northern skies, With southern heart, who tilled his father's field, Found Poesy a-dying, bade her rise And touch quick nature's hem and go forth healed. On life's broad plain the ploughman's conquering share Upturned the fallow lands of truth anew, And o'er the formal garden's trim parterre The peasant's team a ruthless furrow drew. Bright was his going forth, but clouds ere long Whelmed him; in gloom his radiance set, and those Twin morning stars of our new century's song, Those morning stars that sang together, rose. INTRODUCTION xiii In elvish speech the Dreamer told his tale Of marvellous oceans swept by fateful wings. The Seer strayed not from earth's human pole, But the mysterious face of common things He mirrored as the moon in Rydal Mere Is mirrored, when the breathless night hangs blue : Strangely remote she seems and wondrous near, And by some nameless difference born anew." l On the splendor of literature and life at the century's mid- day, and the tender beauty of its early gloaming, we need not dwell, as the forces which were potent in creating that splendor and beauty are familiar to all. Through the puis- sant voice of Carlyle, the beautifully simple faith of New- man, and the noble passion of Ruskin ; through the imperial note of Tennyson, the manly vigor of Browning, the strength and grace of Arnold, we have come to know the mighty impulse which has moved life onward in its noblest aim. 'The other harmony' of English prose was developed side by side with that of verse, and like it has periods of growth. Beginning in the early days of English Christianity in codes of laws, it passes naturally into the Chronicle of Alfred, and the translations of the Bible, which are specimens of vigorous, direct, and often beautiful style in a highly in- flected language. This style reaches its culmination in the tenth century, just before the Conquest, and is properly styled by Professor Earle the Classic Period, or period of full inflection. A change was wrought by the Conquest, in that the pat- tern was no longer the classic Latin, but the modern French. While the classic English was cultivated still in the seats of learning, there was being developed a popular dialect which William Watson. XIV INTR OD UC TION resulted in the formation of a new style partly French and yet typically English in Sir John Maundevile's Voiage and Travaile, and John Wiclif s tracts. This style culminated in the Paston Letters, Malory's Morte d' Arthur and Sidney's Arcadia. During these five centuries inflections were to a great extent lost ; the vocabulary was increased by the addi- tion of words of Romance origin which came through the colloquial French. In the fifteenth century, for the first time, English became the language of legislative statutes. This may be called the second culmination, or the National Period, when English prose became essentially what it is to-day. In the closing years of the reign of Elizabeth, years of splendor at home and triumph abroad, England became the nation of a single book the Bible : this is of the greatest importance in the history of English prose. In the sixteenth century translation and revision of the Scriptures began with William Tyndale, the father of the English Bible, and in 1611 scholarly divines produced the Authorized Version in a language of Latin grace and English vigor. This book, clothed in the language of Shakespeare, and en- throned in the home which Puritanism had created, became the school of every man and woman of English speech. It retained the choice Latinity of Hooker, but this was bal- anced by the healthful vernacular. These two elements have remained in our English prose, the one predominating in Milton, Johnson, Burke, Gibbon and De Quincey ; the other in Bunyan and Defoe. Perhaps the finest illustra- tion of the union of these two elements is in the prose of Ruskin, Newman and Arnold, which is characterized by distinction, lucidity, charm. If we are to add to this matchless treasure in verse and prose, we must first of all learn how to put it to usury in those activities which make for individual and national health, INTRODUCTION XV strength and beauty. New problems will arise and new temptations will beset our path, but they will be met most successfully by those who know the temper and spirit of our matchless inheritance in English literary art and faith its power to form, sustain and console. The spirit of noble en- thusiasm in whatever man has to do will result in " art by the people, for the people, a joy to the maker and the user." A spirit of noble enthusiasm is the revelation of great literature. Contact with this spirit will create power in us ; but this contact must be of soul with soul in that myste- rious realm to which the great artist conducts us by his compelling charm. We must lay aside our trappings of scientific method and intellectual analysis if we are to move with ease and delight in this sphere of beauty and truth of impassioned quietude. Professor VVoodrow Wilson, in speaking of the inability of the bungling methods of the schools to reach this soul of art through the " examination of forms, grammatical and metrical, which can be quite accurately determined and quite exhaustively catalogued," says : " We must not all, however, be impatient of this truant child of fancy. When the schools cast her out, she will stand in need of friendly succour, and we must train our spirits for the function. We must be freehearted in order to make her happy, for she will accept entertainment from no sober, prudent fellow who shall counsel her to mend her ways. She has always made light of hardship, and she has never loved or obeyed any, save those who were of her own mind, those who were indulgent to her humors, responsive to her ways of thought, attentive to her whims, content with her ' mere ' charms. She already has her small following of devotees, like all charming, capricious mis- tresses. There are some still who think that to know her is better than a liberal education." X vi INTR OD UC TION In setting forth the idea which recognizes the principle of evolution in the study of English literature rather than that which emphasizes the individual unit, Mr. Edmund Gosse says : " We cling to the individualist manner, to that intense eulogy which concentrates its rays on the particular object of notice and relegates all others to proportional obscurity. There are critics, of considerable acumen and energy, who seem to know no other mode of nourishing a talent or a taste than that which is pursued by the cultivators of gigantic gooseberries. They do their best to nip off all other buds, that the juices of the tree of fame may be concentrated on their favorite fruit. Such a plan may be convenient for the purposes of malevolence, and in earlier times our general ignorance of the principles of growth might well excuse it. But it is surely time that we should recognize only two criteria of literary judgment. The first is primitive, and merely clears the ground of rubbish ; it is, Does the work before us, or the author, perform what he sets out to perform with a distinguished skill in the direc- tion in which his powers are exercised ? If not, he interests the higher criticism not at all ; but if yes, then follows the second test : Where, in the vast and ever-shifting scheme of literary evolution, does he take his place, and in what relation does he stand, not to those who are least like him, but to those who are of his own kith and kin?" MESSAGES " Books do contain a progeny of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intel- lect that bred them. . . . As good almost kill a man as kill a good book : who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God as it were in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth ; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a lite beyond life." MILTON. " Literature, so far as it is literature, is an ' apocalypse of Nature.' a revealing of the ' open secret.' It may well enough be named, in Fichtie's style, ' a continuous revelation of the Godlike in the Terrestrial and Common.' The Godlike does ever, in very truth, endure there ; is brought out, now in this dialect, now in that, with various degrees of clearness : All true gifted Singers and Speakers are, consciously or unconsciously, doing so. ... All true sfnging is of the nature of worship ; as indeed all true working may be said to be, whereof such singing is but the record, and fit melodious representation to us." CARLYLE. " In that great social organ which, collectively, we call Litera- ture, there may be distinguished two separate offices that may blend, and often do so. but capable, severally, of a severe insu- lation, and naturally fitted for reciprocal repulsion. There is, first, the literature of knowledge, and, second, the literature of power. The function of the first is to teach ; the function of the second is to move: the first is a rudder, the second an oar or sail. The first speaks to the mere discursive understanding ; the second speaks ultimately, it may happen, to the higher understanding 01 xviii MESSAGES reason, but always through affections of pleasure and sympathy. Remotely it may travel towards an object seated in what Lord Bacon calls dry light ; but, proximately, it does and must oper- ate, else it ceases to be a literature of power, in and through the humid light which clothes itself in the mists and glittering iris of human passions, desires, and genial emotions." DE QUIXCEY. " While the many use language as they find it, the man of genius uses it indeed, but subjects it withal to his own purposes, and moulds it according to his own peculiarities. The throng and succession of ideas, thoughts, feelings, imaginations, aspira- tions which pass within him, ... his views of external things, his judgments upon life, manners, and history, the exercises of his wit, of his humor, of his depth, of his sagacity, all these in- numerable and incessant creations, the very pulsation and throb- bing of his intellect does he image forth, to all does he give utter- ance in a corresponding language, ... so that we might as we'l say that one man's shadow is another's as that the style of a really gifted mind can belong to any but himself. It follows him about as his shadow." NEWMAN. " Do you know, if you read this, that you cannot read that that what you lose to-day you cannot gain to-morrow? Will you go and gossip with your housemaid, or your stable boy, when you may talk with queens and kings ; or flatter yourselves that it is with any worthy consciousness of your own claims to respect that you jostle with the common crowd for entree here, and audience there, when all the while this eternal court is open to you, with its society wide as the world, multitudinous as its days, the chosen and the mighty, of every place and time? Into that you may enter always ; in that you may take fellowship and rank according to your wish : from that, once entered into it, you can never be outcast but by your own fault ; by your aristocracy of companionship there, your own inherent aristocracy will be assuredly tested." RUSKIN. " Culture does not try to teach down to the level of inferior classes ; it does not try to win them for this or that sect of its MESSAGES XIX own, with ready made judgements and watchwords. It seeks to do away with classes : to make the best that has been thought and known in the world current everywhere ; to make all men live in an atmosphere of sweetness and light, where they may use ideas, as it uses them itself, freely, nourished and not bound by them." MATTHEW ARNOLD. " What is important, is not that the critic should possess a cor- rect abstract definition of beauty for the intellect, but a certain kind of temperament, the power of being deeply moved by the presence of beautiful objects. He will remember always that beauty exists in many forms. To him all periods, types, schools of taste, are in themselves equal. In all ages there have been some excellent workmen, and some excellent work done. The question he asks is always : In whom did the stir, the genius, the sentiment of the period find itself? where was the receptacle of its refinement, its elevation, its taste " ? WALTER PATER. " The only knowledge that can really make us better is not of things and their laws, but of persons and their thoughts ; and I would rather have an hour's sympathy with one noble heart than read the law of gravitation through and through. To teach us what to love and what to hate, whom to honour and whom to despise, is the substance of all human training, and this is not to be learned from the magnet or the microscope, from insects born in galvanism, and light polarised in crystals, but only among the affairs of men ; from the rich records of the past, the strife of heroic and the peace of saintly souls, from great thoughts of great minds, and the sublime acts of indomitable conscience. The soul takes its complexion and its true port from the society in which it dwells." JAMES MARTINEAU. " We owe to books those general benefits which come from high intellectual action. Thus, I think, we often owe to them the perception of immortality. They impart sympathetic activity to the moral power. Go with mean people and you will think life is mean. Then read Plutarch, and the world is a proud place, peopled with men of positive quality, with heroes and demi- XX MESSAGES gods standing around us, who will not let us sleep. They ad- dress the imagination: only poetry inspires poetry They be- come the organic culture of the mind. ... Be sure, then, to read no mean books. Shun the spawn of the press on the gossip of the hour. Do not read what you shall learn, without asking, in the street and the train." EMERSON. " The world of the imagination is not the world of abstraction and nonentity, as some conceive, but a world formed out of chaos by a sense of the beauty that is in man and the earth on which he dwells. It is the realm of might be, our haven of refuge from the shortcomings and disillusions of life. It is, to quote Spenser, who knew it well The world's sweet inn from care and wearisome turmoil. Do we believe, then, that God gave us in mockery this splendid faculty of sympathy with things that are a joy forever? For my part, I believe that the love and study of works of the imagina- tion is of practical utility in a country so profoundly material (or, as we like to call it. practical) in its leading tendencies as ours. The hunger after purely intellectual delights, the content with ideal possessions, cannot but be good for us in maintaining a wholesome balance of character and of the faculties." J. R. LOWELL. "A true Classic, as I should like to hear it defined, is an author who has enriched the human mind, increased its treasure, and caused it to advance a step ; who has discovered some moral and not equivocal truth, or revealed some eternal passion in that heart where all seemed known and discovered ; who has ex- pressed his thought, observation, or invention, in no matter what form, only provided it be broad and great, refined and acute, sane and beautiful in itself; who has spoken to all in his own peculiar style, a style which is found to be also that of the whole world, a style new and antique, contemporary with all time."- SAINTE-BEUVE. " For myself, I am inclined to think the most useful help to reading is to know what we should not read, what we can keep MESSAGES XXI out from that small cleared spot in the overgrown jungle of in- formation, the corner which we can call our ordered patch of fruit-bearing knowledge. . . . The true use of books is of such sacred value to us that to be simply entertained is to cease to be taught, elevated, inspired, by books. . . . Every book that we take up without a purpose is an opportunity lost of taking up a book with a purpose. ... To understand a great national poet, is to know other types of human civilisation in ways which a library of histories does not sufficiently teach. The great mas- terpieces of the world are thus, quite apart from the charm and solace they give us, the master instruments of a solid education." FREDERICK HARRISON. " Our prime object should be to get into living relation with a man ; and by his means, with the good forces of nature and human- ity which play in and through him. This aim condemns at once all reading for pride and vain-glory as wholly astray, and all reading for scholarship and specialised knowledge as partial and insuffi- cient. We must read not for these, but for life ; we must read to live. Only let us bear in mind that in order to live our best life we do not chiefly need advice, direction, instruction (though these also we may put to use) : we need above all an access of power rightly directed. Of all our study the last end and aim should be to ascertain how a great writer or artist has served the life of man. ... If our study does not directly or indirectly enrich the life of man, it is but a drawing of vanity with cart- ropes, a weariness to the flesh, or at least a busy idleness." EDWARD DOWDEN. " The highest end of the highest education is not anything which can be directly taught, but is the consummation of all studies. It is the final result of intellectual culture in the devel- opment of the breadth, serenity, and solidity of mind, and in the attainment of that complete self-possession which finds expres- sion in character. To secure this end one means above all is requisite which has strangely enough been greatly neglected in our schemes of education namely the culture of the faculty of imagination. The studies that nourish the soul, that afford per- XXli MESSAGES manent resources of delight and recreation, that maintain ideals of conduct and develop those sympathies upon which the prog- ress and welfare of society depend are the studies that quicken and nourish the imagination and are vivified by it." CHARLKS ELIOT NORTON. " Literature in its essence is mere spirit, and you must experi- ence it rather than analyze it too formally. It is the door to nature and to ourselves. It opens our hearts to receive the ex- periences of great men and the conceptions of great races. . . . If this free people to which we belong is to keep its fine spirit, its perfect temper amidst affairs, its high courage in the face of difficulties, its wise temperateness, and wide-eyed hope, it must continue to drink deep and often from the old wells of English undefiled, quaff the keen tonic of its best ideals, keep its blood warm with all the great utterances of exalted purpose and pure principle of which its matchless literature is full. The great spirits of the past must command us in the tasks of the future. Mere literature will keep us pure and keep us strong." WOOD- ROW WILSON. " It is as undesirable as it is impossible to try to feed the minds of children only upon facts of observation or record. The im- mense product of the imagination in art and literature is a con- crete fact with which every educated human being should be made somewhat familiar, such products being a very real part of every individual's actual environment. . . . Do we not all know many people who seem to live in a mental vacuum to whom we have great difficulty in attributing immortality, because they apparently have so little life except that of the body? Fifteen minutes a day of good reading would give any one of this multitude a really human life. The uplifting of the democratic masses depends upon the implanting at schools of the taste for good reading." CHARLES W. ELIOT. "Literature rightly sifted and selected and rightly studied is not the mere elegant trifling that it is so often and so erroneously supposed to be, but a proper instrument for a systematic training MESSAGES xxiil of the imagination and sympathies, and a genial and varied moral sensibility. . . . The thing that matters most, both for happiness and for duty, is that we should strive habitually to live with wise thoughts and right feelings. Literature helps us more than other studies to this most blessed companionship of wise thoughts and right feelings." JOHN MORLEY. "The quality which makes a reader master of the secret of books is primarily of the soul, and only secondarily of the mind ; and to feel the deepest and sweetest of our literature one must read with the heart. A book read with the mind only is skimmed ; true reading involves the imagination and the feelings. Those inner melodies which the heart of man has been singing to himself these thousands of years are audi- ble above all the tumult of the world if one has a place of silence, an hour of solitude, and a heart that has kept the freshness of its youth." HAMILTON W. MABIE. CONTENTS PAGE PREFACE vii INTRODUCTION ix MESSAGES xvii GEOFFREY CHAUCER (1340-1400) PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES. Lines 1-528 .... I SIR THOMAS MALORY (Fl. 1470) MORTE D'ARTHUR (KING ARTHUR) : Of the Birth of King Arthur and how he was chosen king . . 19 Galahad and the Sword 28 The Institution of the Quest 35 JOHN LYLY (1553-1606) ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE: Apelles 1 Song 40 SAPPHO AND PHAO : Sappho's Song 40 MIDAS: Pan 1 ! Song 41 EUPHUES AND HIS ENGLAND : Euphues Glasse for Europe . . 42 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY (1554-1586) ARCADIA: Dedication 53 Strephon and Clauis 54 Pamela and Philodea 58 AN APOLOGIE FOR POETRIE: The Poet 60 ASTROPHEL AND STELLA 65 BALLADS (?) SIR PATRICK SPENS 68 THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY 72 WALY, WALY 75 KINMONT WILLIE 76 ROBIN HOOD RESCUING THE WIDOW'S THREE SONS 83 GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR, O 87 BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY 89 XXV XXvi CONTENTS EDMUND SPENSER (1552-1599) PAGK THE SHEPHEARDS CALENDER: Januarie 90 ASTROPHEL 93 AMORETTI: i, vu, xn, xxv, xxxiv, LXVII, LXXV 101 RICHARD HOOKER (1554-1600) THE LAWS OF ECCLESIASTICAL POLITY : The Law of Nations . 105 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE (1564-1593) THE JEW OF MALTA :{ Act In \Act II, Sc. I 128 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE 130 HERO AND LEANDER: Zander's 7'riumph 131 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616) SONNETS / XVI1I> XXIX xxx XXXIII > xxxvin, LX, LXVI, LXXXVII, i ' ' I XCIII, XC1V, CIII, CIV, CVI, CVII, CXVI, CXLVI, CXLVIII J J Under the greenwood tree. As You Like It, Act II, Sc. V . . 141 Where the bee sucks, there suck I. Tempest, Act V, Sc. I . . 141 Come unto these yellow sands. Tempest, Act I, Sc. II . . . . 141 Blow, blow, thou winter wind ! As You Like It, Act II, Sc. VII . 142 Hark, hark ! the lark at Heaven's gate sings. Cymbeline, Act II, Sc. Ill 142 THE BIBLE (1611) EXODUS 15: Most? Song of Deliverance 143 2 SAMUEL 1 : 17-27 : David's Lament over Saul and Jonathan . 145 PSALM 103 146 PROVERBS 8 : The Invitation of Wisdom 147 ISAIAH 58: True and False Religion 149 MATTHEW 7 : The Sermon on the Mount 151 i CORINTHIANS 13: Love Beyond all Things 153 REVELATION 6: The Seven Seals 154 ESSAYES: FRANCIS BACON (1561-1626) Of Truth 156 Of Revenge 158 Of Studies 160 CONTENTS XXVli BEN JONSOX (1573-1637) PAGE THE BARRIERS : Truth 162 To CELIA 163 SONG: Still to be neat, still to be drest 163 THE SHEPHERDS' HOLIDAY: Nymphs' Song 164 AN EPITAPH ON SALATHIEL PAVY 165 To THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAK- SPEARE 166 To HEAVEN 168 EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE 169 DISCOVERIES: Law of Use 169 JOHN MILTON (1608-1674) AT A SOLEMN Music 173 SONG ON MAY MORNING 174 ON SHAKESPEARE 174 ON HIS HAVING ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE . . 175 L'ALLEGRO - 175 IL PENSEROSO 180 ON His BLINDNESS 186 AREOPAGITICA : Truth i86f A Nation in its Strength 187 AN APOLOGY FOR SMECTYMNUUS : Early Impressions .... 189 SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) HUDIBRAS: Accomplishments of Hudibras 193 Religion of Hudibras 197 JOHN BUNYAN (1628-1688) PILGRIM'S PROGRESS : The Golden City 199 JOHN DRYDEN (1631-1700) AN ESSAY ON DRAMATIC POETRY: Shakespeare and Jonson . 209 ODE TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW 212 ALEXANDER'S FEAST 219 LINES PRINTED UNDER THE ENGRAVED PORTRAIT OF MlLTON . 223 DANIEL DEFOE (1661-1731) ROBINSON CRUSOE: The Shipwreck 224 THE PLAGUE IN LONDON : Superstitions 229 xxviii CONTENTS JONATHAN SWIFT (1667-1745) PAGB THE BATTLE OF THE BOOKS : The Beginning of Hostilities . . 235 GULLIVER'S TRAVELS : The Academy of Lagado 242 JOSEPH ADDISON (1672-1719) THE SPECTATOR: No. 112. Sunday in the Country 246 No. 159. The Vision of Mirzah 249 No. 565. Contemplation of the Divine Perfections 255 ALEXANDER POPE (1688-1744) ESSAY ON CRITICISM : Standards of Taste 260 ESSAY ON MAN. {Book /) 264 ON THE PICTURE OF LADY MARY W. MONTAGU 271 JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE SEASONS. SPRING : The Coming of the Rain 272 SUMMER : The Sheep-Washing 273 AUTUMN : Storm in Harvest 275 WINTER : A Snow Scene 276 THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. (Book /) 278 SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) PREFACE TO SHAKESPEARE: Shakespeare's Greatness .... 283 LETTER TO THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD 290 THOMAS GRAY (1716-1771) ODE ON THE SPRING 292 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE 294 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD 297 MILTON 302 JOURNAL IN THE LAKES: From Keswick to Kendal .... 302 WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) ODE TO LIBERTY 305 ODE TO EVENING 310 ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON 312 CONTENTS XXIX OLIVER GOLDSMITH (1728-1774) PAG K THE DESERTED VILLAGE: Contrasts 314 RETALIATION: Edmund Burke 318 David Garrick 319 Sir Joshua Reynolds 320 STANZAS ON WOMAN 320 THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD : A Country Parsonage 321 EDMUND BURKE (1729-1797) SPEECH ON AMERICAN TAXATION : Lord Chatham 325 SPEECH ON CONCILIATION WITH AMERICA : Character of the Americans 328 WILLIAM COWPER (1731-1800) THE TASK : The Post The Fireside in Winter 336 Snow 339 Early Love of the Country 341 The Poet in the Woods 342 ON RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE 343 EDWARD GIBBON (1737-1794) DECLINE AND FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE: The Overthrow of Zenobia 347 WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827) To THE EVENING STAR 358 SONG : My silks and fine array 358 SONG : How ssveet I roamed from field to field 359 SONG : Memory, hither come 360 MAD SONG 360 To THE MUSES 361 SONG : Piping down the valleys wild 362 THE LAMB 362 NIGHT 363 AH, SUNFLOWER 365 THE TIGER 365 THE ANGEL 366 XXX CONTENTS ROBERT BURNS (1759-1796) PAGE MARY MORISON 367 THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT 368 I LOVE MY JEAN 374 To A MOUNTAIN DAISY 375 HARK ! THE MAVIS 377 FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT 378 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770-1850) LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING 380 PRELUDE: Influence of Nature 381 To A SKYLARK 383 THE SOLITARY REAPER 384 THE DAFFODILS 385 MILTON 386 ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT 387 ODE ON INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY 387 To THE QUEEN 394 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1772-1834) TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY 396 FROST AT MIDNIGHT 396 MORNING HYMN TO MONT BLANC 399 SHAKESPEARE: The True Critic 402 SIR WALTER SCOTT (1771-1832) LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL : Song of the Bard 406 THE LORD OF THE ISLES : Lake Coriskin 407 THE TALISMAN : The Christian Knight and the Saracen Cava- lier 410 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR (1775-1864) A FIESOLAN IDYL 418 IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON 420 CHILDREN PLAYING IN A CHURCHYARD 422 To THE SISTER OF ELIA 422 ROBERT BROWNING , , . . 423 CONTENTS XXxi PAGE ON HIS SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY 424 I know not whether I am proud 424 The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings 424 Death stands above me, whispering low 424 CHARLES LAMB (1775-1834) THE Two RACES OF MEN 425 A DISSERTATION ON ROAST PIG 432 WILLIAM HAZLITT (1778-1830) A FAREWELL TO ESSAY- WRITING : A Reminiscence 438 ENGLISH HUMOUR 442 LEIGH HUNT (1784-1859) To THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET 445 ON THE REALITIES OF IMAGINATION 445 THOMAS DE QUINCEY (1785-1859) ON THE KNOCKING AT THE GATE IN MACBETH 454 THE THREE LADIES OF SORROW 460 LORD BYRON (1788-1824) SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY 465 STANZAS FOR Music 466 DON JUAN: The Isles of Greece 467 CHTLDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: Ocean 470 ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR .... 472 SONNET ON CHILLON 474 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792-1822) THE CLOUD 475 To A SKYLARK 478 ODE TO THE WEST WIND 481 A DEFENSE OF POETRY: What Poetry Is 484 JOHN KEATS (1795-1821) A POET'S ECSTASY: I stood tiptoe upon a little hill .... 488 SLEEP AND POETRY : Art and Imitation 489 XXxii CONTENTS PAGE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 490 ENDYMION: Beauty 491 ODE ON A GRECIAN URN 492 ADDRESSED TO HAYDON 494 ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET 494 THE HUMAN SEASONS 495 To LEIGH HUNT ,. 495 EPISTLE TO MY BROTHER GEORGE: The Bard Speaks . . S? 496 THOMAS CARLYLE (1795-1881) ESSAY ON BURNS: A True Poet-Soul 498 SARTOR RESARTUS: The Everlasting Yea 504 DANTE : Giotto's Portrait 508 THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY (1800-1859) BYRON: His Early Fame 510 WARREN HASTINGS: The Trial 512 JOHN HENRY CARDINAL NEWMAN (1801-1890) IDEA OF A UNIVERSITY: Knowledge in Relation to Culture . . 519 CALLISTA: A TALE OF THE THIRD CENTURY: Callista's Vision 524 UNIVERSITY SERMONS: Music a Symbol of the Unseen . . . 526 ALFRED LORD TENNYSON (1809-1892) THE DYING SWAN 528 THE POET 529 THE POET'S MIND 531 THE POET'S SONG 533 SIR GALAHAD 533 ULYSSES 536 SONGS FR.)M "THE PRINCESS" 538 To THE QUEEN 540 MILTON 541 CROSSING THE BAR 542 WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY (1811-1863) VANITY FAIR: Becky Sharp 543 DE FINIBUS : Another Finis Written 548 CONTENTS xxxiii CHARLES DICKENS (1811-1870) PAGE OLIVER TWIST: Sikes and his Dog 554 A CHRISTMAS CAROL: Christmas at the Cratchits' ...'.. 559 THE UNCOMMERCIAL TRAVELLER : The Very Queer Small Boy . 564 ROBERT BROWNING (1812-1889) WANTING is WHAT? 567 MY STAR * 567 PIPPA PASSES : Pippa's Song 568 CONFESSIONS 568 RESPECTABILITY 570 HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD 571 HOME THOUGHTS FROM THE SEA 572 PROSPICE 572 MEMORABILIA 573 DEATH IN THE DESERT: " Three Souls, One Man" .... 574 GEORGE ELIOT (1819-1880) ADAM BEDE: A Farm House 575 RoMOLA: Savonarola's Benediction 580 ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH (1819-1861) THE STREAM OF LIFE 586 THE BOTHIE OF ToBER-NA-VuoLiCH: 'J he Highland Stream . 587 WHERE LIES THE LAND? 589 SAY NOT, THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH 589 QUA CURSUM VENTUS 590 ' WITH WHOM is NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' 591 'O 0tos [itra, : . ~ ; r . : : .-.:. ~; ; : : : " r : r : r: ; :-* ;. ^.: -.~ w - . : .". ;~/.r.*.. ". : .". Mj . ~>; : ". " : rl.-r.. :." . ^." v T ; : ~ '. '. - I.".: tinane, far l3wy were at the he ajKUMJ bf the Jandlf% and 165 pdfcd kcl of thcstoae, and toot his H! rode his way til he cue to las brother Sir Kay, (lUfouod han Ac sand. And as soon as Sir Kay saw the svonl he vet mel it was the sword of the stone, and so he rode to Ins nfher Sk Ector, awl said: Sir, lo 170 -. : ; f :.~ : ? v-; -;_;:: r.t ?::.: ~ - r - r : : r . :v f : : -r K...-Z of das land. "When Sir Ector beheld the sword he re- *-,.:>:; :: -- r :..: :::. i :o: -;- :.e Sk, said Sk Kay, by ay brother Arthur, far he Hovgatyetmssimni? said Sk Ector toAithar. Sk I vriB td yon : when I caone hone far my ::::. r : r fv ::: . : . . " . i i.< :".>: i :. : " ~ e : : i r . . - : ~:. t :. r y brother Sk Kay shonid not be tfo i so I caac hither eagedy and puled it out Oat tihC SftOnmC m^nVBOaflt flflnV* UnVnVL * m! t QVEBu VC 2D1T^ BUDlSIltS tan svond? said Sk Edtor. Nay, said Arthur. said Sk Ector to Arifear, I mViM.imi yeaastbe of tdns bad.* Whexefore I, sod Arthur, and foms :? Sk, said Ector, iar God wiD have k so : MALORY 25 for there should never man have drawn out this sword but he that shall be rightwise king of this land. Now let me see whether ye can put the sword there as it was, and pull it out again. That is no mastery, said Arthur : and 190 so he put it into the stone. Therewith Sir Ector assayed to pull out the sword and failed. Now assay, said Sir Ector to Sir Kay. And anon he pulled at the sword with all his might, but it would not be. Now shall ye assay, said Sir Ector to Arthur. I will well, 195 said Arthur, and pulled it out easily. And therewithal Sir Ector kneeled down to the earth, and Sir Kay. Alas, said Arthur, mine own dear father and brother, why kneel ye to me. Nay, nay, my lord Arthur, it is not so : I was never your father nor of your blood, but I wote well ye are 200 of an higher blood than I wend ye were. And then Sir Ector told him all, how he was betaken him for to nourish him, and by whose commandment, and by Merlin's deliv- erance. Then Arthur made great dole when he under- stood that Sir Ector was not his father. Sir, said Ector 205 unto Arthur, will ye be my good and gracious lord when ye are king ? Else were I to blame, said Arthur, for ye are the man in the world that I am most beholding to, and my good lady and mother your wife, that as well as her own hath fostered me and kept. And if ever it be God's 210 will that I be king, as ye say, ye shall desire of me what I may do, and I shall not fail you : God forbid I should fail you. Sir, said Sir Ector, I will ask no more of you but that you will make my son, your foster-brother Sir Kay, seneschal of all your lands. That shall be done, 215 said Arthur, and more by the faith of my body, that never man shall have that office but he, while he and I live. Therewithal they went unto the archbishop, and told him how the sword was achieved, and by whom. $rfltou*0 J- FROM CHAtJCER TO ARNOLD And on Twelfth Day all the barons came thither, and 22 to assay to take the sword who that would assay. But there afore them all there might none take it out but Arthur, wherefore there were many lords wroth, and said it was great shame unto them all and the realm, to be over governed with a boy of no high blood born. And 225 so they fell out at that time that it was put off till Candle- mas, and then all the barons should meet there again. But always the ten knights were ordained to watch the sword day and night, and so they set a pavilion over the stone and the sword, and five always watched. So at 230 Candlemas many more great lords came hither for to have won the sword, but there might none prevail. And right as Arthur did at Christmas he did at Candlemas, and pulled out the sword easily, whereof the barons were sore aggrieved, and put it off in delay till the high feast 235 of Easter. And as Arthur sped afore, so did he at Easter : yet there were some of the great lords had indignation that Arthur should be their king, and put it off in a delay till the feast of Pentecost. Then the arch- bishop of Canterbury by Merlin's providence let purvey 240 them of the best knights that they might get, and such knights as king Uther Pendragon loved best and most trusted in his days, and such knights were put about Arthur, as Sir Baud win of Britain, Sir Kay, Sir Ulfius, Sir Brastias. All these, with many other, were always about 245 Arthur, day and night, till the feast of Pentecost. And at the feast of Pentecost all manner of men assayed to pull at the sword that would assay, but none might prevail but Arthur ; and he pulled it out afore all the lords and commons that were there, wherefore all the 250 commons cried at once, We will have Arthur unto our king ; we will put him no more in delay, for we all see MALORY 27 that it is God's will that he shall be our king, and who that holdeth against it we will slay him. And therewithal they kneeled down all at once, both rich and poor, and cried 255 Arthur mercy, because they had delayed him so long. And Arthur forgave them, and took the sword between both his hands, and offered it upon the altar where the archbishop was, and so was he made knight of the best man that was there. And so "anon was the coronation 260 made, and there was he sworn unto his lords and the commons for to be a true king, to stand with true justice from thenceforth the days of this life. Also then he made all lords that held of the crown to come in, and to do service as they ought to do. And many complaints were 265 made unto Sir Arthur of great wrongs that were done since the death of king Uther, of many lands that were bereaved lords, knights, ladies, and gentlemen. Where- fore king Arthur made the lands to be given again unto them that owned them. When this was done that the 270 king had stablished all the countries about London, then he let make Sir Kay seneschal of England; and Sir Baudwin of Britain was made constable ; and Sir Ulfius was made chamberlain ; and Sir Brastias was made war- den to wait upon the north from Trent forwards, for it 275 was that time, for the most part, the king's enemies'. But within a few years after, Arthur won all the north, Scotland, and all that were under their obeisance. Also Wales, a part of it held against Arthur, but he overcame them all as he did the remnant through the noble prow- 280 ess of himself and his knights of the Round Table. vi 28 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD Galahad and the Sword AT the vigil of Pentecost, when all the fellowship of the Round Table were "comen unto Camelot, and there heard their service, and the tables were set ready to the meat, right so entered into the hall a full fair gentle- woman on horseback, that had ridden full fast, for her 5 horse was all besweat. Then she there alight, and came before the king, and saluted him ; and then he said, Damsel, God thee bless ! Sir, said she, I pray, you say me where Sir Launcelot is? Yonder ye may see him, said the king. Then she went unto Launcelot and said, 10 Sir Launcelot, I salute you on king Pelles' behalf, and I require you come on with me hereby into a forest. Then Sir Launcelot asked her with whom she dwelled? I dwell, said she, with king Pelles. What will ye with me ? said Sir Launcelot. Ye shall know, said she, when ye come 15 thither. Well, said he, I will gladly go with you. So Sir Launcelot bade his squire saddle his horse and bring his arms; and in all haste he did his commandment. Then came the queen unto Launcelot and said, Will ye leave us at this high feast? Madam, said the gentlewoman, wit 20 ye well he shall be with you to-morrow by dinner-time. If I wist, said the queen, that he should not be with us here to-morn, he should not go with you by my good will. Right so departed Sir Launcelot with the gentlewoman, 25 and rode until tEat he came into a forest, and into a great valley, where they saw an abbey of nuns ; and there was a squire ready, and opened the gates ; and so they entered, and descended off their horses, and there came a fair fellowship about Sir Launcelot and welcomed 30 MALORY 29 him, and were passing glad of his coming. And then they led him into the Abbess's chamber, and unarmed him, and right so he^was wari upon^ a "bed lying two of his cousins, Sir Bors and Sir Lionel, and then he waked them, and when they saw him they made great joy. Sir, 35 said Sir Bors unto Sir Launcelot, what adventure hath brought thee hither, for we wend to-morrow to have found you at Camelot? Truly, said Sir Launcelot, a gentlewoman brought me hither, but I know not the^ > cause. In the meanwhile, as they thus stood talking 40 ** together, there came twelve nuns which brought with ^ them Galahad, the which was passing fair and well made, that unneth in the world men might not find his match ; and all those ladies wept. Sir, said the ladies, we bring you here this child, the which we have nourished, and 45 we pray you to make him a knight ; for of a more worthier "man' s hand may he not receive the order of knighthood. Sir Launcelot beheld that young squire, and saw him seemly and "demure apof the place shut by themself. Not for"- then the h^l was not greatly dark- 145,' ened, and therewith they abashed both one and otherA/^ Then king Arthur spake first, and said> Fair 1 fellow^Smu i OuVtx- lords, we have seen this day marvels, but or night I sup- pose we shall see greater marvels. In the mean while came in a good old man, and an ancient, clothed all in 150 white, and there was no knight knew from whence he came. And with him he brought a young knight, both xlA> on foot, in red arms, without sword or shield, save a / ^ scabbard hanging by his side. And these words he said, Peace be with you, fair lords. Then the old man said 155 unto Arthur, Sir, I bring here a young knight the which is of king's lineage, and of the kindred of Joseph of Arimathie, whereby the marvels of this court and of strange realms shall be fully accomplished. The king was right glad of his words, and said unto 160 the good man, Sir, 'ye be right welcome, and the young knight with you. Then the old man made the young jv- (*-~*s\S \/ \S+*S~ -j - -- u^ MALORY 33 man to unarm him ; and he was in a coat of red sendel, and bare a mantle upon his shoulder that was furred with ermine, and put that upon him. And the old knight 165 said unto the young knight, Sir, follow me. And anon he led him unto the siege perilous, where beside sat Sir Launcelot, and the good man lift up the cloth, and found there defers that said thus : This is the siege of Galahad the hlt^t prince. Sir, said the old knight, wit ye well that 170 place is yours. And then he set him down surely in that siege. And then he said to the old man, Sir, ye may now go your way, for well have ye done that ye were commanded to do. And recommend me unto my grand- sire king Pelles, and say to him on my behalf, I shall 175 come and see him as soon as ever I may^- So the good man departed, and there met him twenty noble squires, and so took their horses and went their way. Then all the knights of the Table Round marvelled them greatly of Sir Galahad, that he durst sit there in that siege peril- 180 ous, and was so tender of age, and wist not from whence he came, but all only by God, and said, This is he by whom the Sancgreal shall be achieved, for there sat never none but he, but he were mischieved. Then Sir Launce- lot beheld his son, and had great joy of him. Then Sir 185 Bors told his fellows, Upon pain of my life this young knight shall come unto great worship. This noise was great in all the court, so that it came to the queen. Then she had marvel what knight it might be that durst adventure him to sit in the siege 190 perilous. Many said unto the queen, he resembled much unto Sir Launcelot. I may well suppose, said the queen, that he is son of Sir Launcelot and king Pelles' daughter, and his name is Galahad. I would fain see him, said the queen, for he must needs be a noble man, for so is his 195 D 34 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD father ; I report me unto all the Table Round. So when the meat was done, that the king and all were risen, the king went unto the siege perilous, and lift up the cloth, and found there the name of Galahad, and then he shewed it unto Sir Gawaine, and said, Fair nephew, now 200 have we among us Sir Galahad the good knight, that shall worship us all, and upon pain of my life he shall achieve the Sancgreal, right so as Sir Launcelot hath done us to understand. Then came king Arthur unto Galahad, and said, Sir, ye be welcome, for ye shall move 205 many good knights to the quest of the Sancgreal, and ye shall achieve that never knights might bring to an end. Then the king took him by the hand, and went down from the palace to shew Galahad the adventures of the stone. 210 The queen heard thereof, and came after with many ladies, and shewed them the stone where it hoved on the water. Sir, said the king unto Sir Galahad, here is a great marvel as ever I saw, and right good knights have assayed and failed. Sir, said Galahad, that is no marvel, 215 for this adventure is not theirs, but mine, and for the surety of this sword I brought none with me ; for here by my side hangeth the scabbard. And anon he laid his hand on the sword, and lightly drew it out of the stone, and put it in the sheath and said unto the king, Now it 220 goeth better than it did aforehand. Sir, said the king, a shield God shall send you. MALORY 35 The Institution of the Quest Now, said the king, I am sure at this quest of the Sancgreal shall all ye of the Table Round depart, and never shall I see you again whole together, therefore I will see you all whole together in the meadow of Game- lot, to just and to tourney, that after your death men 5 may speak of it, that such good knights were wholly together such a day. As unto that counsel, and at the king's request, they accorded all, and took on their har- ness that longed unto justing. But all this moving of the king was for this intent, for to see Galahad proved, 10 for the king deemed he should not lightly come again unto the court after his departing. So were they assem- bled in the meadow, both more and less. Then Sir Galahad, by the prayer of the king and the queen, did upon him a noble jesserance, and also he did on his 15 helm, but shield would he take none for no prayer of the king. And then Sir Gawaine and other knights prayed him to take a spear. Right so he did; and the queen was in a tower with all her ladies for to behold that tournament. Then Sir Galahad dressed him in the midst 20 of the meadow, and began to break spears marvellously, that all men had wonder of him, for he there surmounted all other knights, for within a while he had thrown down many good knights of the Table Round save twain, that was Sir Launcelot and Sir Percivale. 25 And then the king and all estates went home unto Camelot, and so went to evensong to the great minster. And so after upon that to supper, and every knight sat in his own place as they were toforehand. Then anon they heard cracking and crying of thunder, that them 30 36 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD thought the place should all to-drive. In the midst of this blast entered a sun- beam more clearer by seven times than ever they saw day, and all they were alighted of the grace of the Holy Ghost. Then began every knight to behold other, and either saw other by their 35 seeming fairer than ever they saw afore. Not for then there was no knight might speak one word a great while, and so they looked every man on other, as they had been dumb. Then there entered into the hall the holy Graile covered with white samite, but there was none 40 might see it, nor who bare it. And there was all the hall fulfilled with good odours, and every knight had such meats and drinks as he best loved in this world ; and when the holy Graile had been borne through the hall, then the holy vessel departed suddenly, that they wist 45 not where it became. Then had they all breath to speak. And then the king yielded thankings unto God of his good grace that he had sent them. Certes, said the king, we ought to thank our Lord Jesu greatly, for that he hath shewed us this day at the reverence of this 50 high feast of Pentecost. Now, said Sir Gawaine, we have been served this day of what meats and drinks we thought on, but one thing beguiled us, we might not see the holy Graile, it was so preciously covered : wherefore I will make here avow, that to-morn, without longer abiding, 55 I shall labour in the quest of the Sancgreal, that I shall hold me out a twelvemonth and a day, or more if need be, and never shall I return again unto the court till I have seen it more openly than it hath been seen here : and if I may not speed, I shall return again as he that 60 may not be against the will of our Lord Jesu Christ. When they of the Table Round heard Sir Gawaine say so, they rose up the most party, and made such avows as Sir Gawaine had made. MALORY 37 Anon as king Arthur heard this he was greatly dis- 65 pleased, for he wist well that they might not againsay their avows. Alas ! said king Arthur unto Sir Gawaine, ye have nigh slain me with the avow and promise that ye have made. For through you ye have bereft me of the fairest fellowship and the truest of knighthood that ever 70 were seen together in any realm of the world. For when they depart from hence, I am sure they all shall never meet more in this world, for they shall die many in the quest. And so it forethinketh me a little, for I have loved them as well as my life, wherefore it shall grieve 75 me right sore the departition of this fellowship. For I have had an old custom to have them in my fellow- ship. And therewith the tears rilled in his eyes. And then he said, Gawaine, Gawaine, ye have set me in great sor- 80 row. For I have great doubt that my true fellowship shall never meet here more again. Ah, said Sir Launce- lot, comfort yourself, for it shall be unto us as a great honour, and much more than if we died in any other places, for of death we be sure. Ah Launcelot, said the 85 king, the great love that I have had unto you all the days of my life maketh me to say such doleful words ; for never Christian king had never so many worthy men at this table as I have had this day at the Round Table, and that is my great sorrow. When the queen, ladies, 90 and gentlewomen wist these tidings, they had such sor- row and heaviness that there might no tongue tell it, for those knights had holden them in honour and charity. But among all other queen Guenever made great sorrow. I marvel, said she, my lord would suffer them to depart 95 from him. Thus was all the court troubled, for the love of the departition of those knights. And many of those 38 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD ladies that loved knights would have gone with their lovers ; and so had they done, had not an old knight come among them in religious clothing, and then he 100 spake all on high and said, Fair lords which have sworn in the quest of the Sancgreal, thus sendeth you Nacien the hermit word, that none in this quest lead lady nor gentlewoman with him, for it is not to do in so high a service as they labour in, for I warn you plain, he that is 105 not clean of his sins he shall not see the mysteries of our Lord Jesu Christ ; and for this cause they left these ladies and gentlewomen. And then they went to rest them. And in the honour of the highness of Galahad he was led into king Arthur's chamber and there rested in no his own bed. And as soon as it was day the king arose, for he had no rest of all that night for sorrow. Then he went unto Gawaine and to Sir Launcelot, that were arisen for to hear mass. And then the king again said, Ah Gawaine, Ga- 115 waine, ye have betrayed me. For never shall my court be amended by you, but ye will never be sorry for me as I am for you. And therewith the tears began to run down by his visage. And therewith the king said, Ah, knight, Sir Launcelot, I require thee thou counsel me, for 120 I would that this quest were undone, and it might be. Sir, said Sir Launcelot, ye saw yesterday so many worthy knights that then were sworn, that they may not leave it in no manner of wise. That wot I well, said the king, but it shall so heavy me at their departing, that I wot 125 well there shall no manner of joy remedy me. And then the king and the queen went unto the minster. So anon Launcelot and Gawaine commanded their men to bring their arms. And when they all were armed, save their shields and their helms, then they came to their fellow- 130 MALORY ship, which all were ready in the same wise for to go to the minster to hear their service. Then after the service was done, the king would wit how many had taken the quest of the holy Graile, and to account them he prayed them all. Then found they by 135 tale an hundred and fifty, and all were knights of the Round Table. And then they put on their helms, and Q/f\^~ departed, and recommended them all wholly unto the the queen, and there was weeping and great sorrow. Then the queen departed into her chamber so that no 140 man should perceive her great sorrows. When Sir Laun- celot missed the queen he went into her chamber, and when she saw him she cried aloud, O Sir Launcelot, ye have betrayed me and put me to death, for to leave thus my lord. Ah, madam, said Sir Launcelot, I pray you be 145 not displeased, for I shall come again as soon as I may with my worship. Alas, said she, that ever I saw you ! but He that suffered death upon the cross for all man- kind, be to your good conduct and safety, and all the whole fellowship. Right so departed Sir Launcelot, and 150 found his fellowship that abode his coming. And so they mounted upon their horses, and rode through the streets of Camelot, and there was weeping of the rich and poor, and the king turned away, and might not speak for weep- ing. So within a while they came to a city and a castle 155 that hight Vagon : there they entered into the castle, and the lord of that castle was an old man that hight Vagon, and he was a good man of his living, and set open the gates, and made them all the good cheer that he might. And so on the morrow they were all accorded that they 160 should depart every each from other. And then they de- parted on the morrow with weeping and mourning cheer, and every knight took the way that him best liked. x>t>0 I^CM JOHN LYLY C553-I606) ^ X SONG^' CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses Cupid paid. He stakes his quiver, bows, and arrows, Hij^ mother's doves^and team of sparrows : Loses them too ; then down he throws 5 The coral of his lip, the rose Growing onjs cheek (but none knows how) ; With these the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin All these did my Campaspe win. 10 At last he set her both his eyes. She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love, has she done this to thee? What shall, alas ! become of me ? <_^e- ^SAPPHO'S SONG O CRUEL Love ! on thee I lay My curse, which shall strike blind the day ; Never may sleep with velvet hand Charm thine eyes with sacred wand ; Thy jailors still be hopes and fears ; Thy prison-mates groans, sighs, and tears ; 40 LYLY Thy play to wear out weary times, Fantastic passions, vows, and rhymes ; Thy bread be frowns ; thy drink be gall ; Such as when you Phao call The bed thou liest on by despair ; Thy sleep, fond dreams ; thy dreams, long care Hope (like thy fool) at thy bed's head, yMock thee, till madness strikes thee dead, As Phao, thou dost me, with thy proud eyes. In thee poor Sappho lives, in thee she dies. PAN'S SONG PAN'S Syrinx was a girl indeed, Though now she's turned into a reed. From that dear reed Pan's pipe doth come, A pipe that strikes Apollo dumb ; Nor flute, nor lute, nor gittern can So chant it, as the pipe of Pan. Cross-gartered swains, and dairy girls, With faces smug and round as pearls, When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play, With dancing wear out night and day ; The bag-pipe drone his hum lays by When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy. His minstrelsy ! O base ! This quill Which at my mouth with wind I fill Puts me in mind though her I miss That still my Syrinx' lips I kiss. M^ \ 42 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD ^\r~^H J\A JUT /^*JLMjJr\ r^AAAf ' EUPHUES' AND HIS ENGLAND Euphues Glassc for Europe O DIVINE nature, O heavenly nobilitie, what thing can there more be required in a Prince ^hen in greatest power to shewe greatest patience, in chiefest glorye to bring forth chiefest grace, in abundaunce of all earthlye pom[p]e to manifest aboundaunce of all heavenlye pietie: 5 fortunate England that hath such a Queene, ungrate- full, if thou praye not for hir, wicked, if thou do not love hir, miserable, if thou loose hir. Heere, Ladies, is a Glasse for all Princes to behold, that being called to dignitie, they use moderation, not 10 might, tempering the severitie of the lawes with the mild- nes of love, not executing al[l] they wil, but shewing what they may. Happy are they, and onely they, that are under this glorious and gracious Sovereigntie ; insomuch that I 'accompt all those abjects, that be not hir subjectes. 15 But why doe I treade still in one path, when I have so large a fielde to walke, or lynger about one flower, when 1 have manye to gather : where-in I resemble those that, beeinge delighted with the little brooke, neglect the foun- taines head, or that painter that, being curious to coulour 20 Cupids Bow, forgot to paint the string. As this noble Prince is endued with mercie, pacience, and moderation, so is she adourned with singuler beautie and chastitie, excelling in the one Venus, in the other Vesta. Who knoweth not how rare a thing it is, Ladies, 25 to match virginitie with beautie, a chast[e] minde with an amiable face, divine cogitations with a comelye coun- tenaunce? But suche is the grace bestowed uppon this . LYLY 43 earthlye Goddesse, that, having the beautie that myght allure all Princes, she hath the chastitie also to refuse all, 30 accounting [accompting] it no lesse praise to be called a Virgin, then to be esteemed a Venus, thinking it as great honour to bee found chast[e], as thought amiable. Where is now Eletfrn, the chast[e] Daughter of Aga- memnon ? Where is Lafa^that renoumed Virgin ? Wher 35 is Aenttfta, that through hir chastitie wrought wonders, in maintayning continuall fire at the Altar of Vesta ? Where is Claudia, that to manifest hir virginitie set the Shippe on float with hir finger, that multitudes could not remove by force ? Where is Tuscia, one of the same order, that 40 brought to passe no lesse mervailes by carrying water in a sive, not shedding one drop from Tiber to the Temple of Vesta?.- If Virginitie have such force, then what hath this chast Virgin Elizabeth don[e], who by the space of twenty and odde yeares with continuall peace against all 45 policies, with sundry myracles contrary to all hope, hath governed that noble Island? Against whome neyther forre[i]n force, nor civill fraude, neyther discorde at home, nor conspiracies abroad, could prevaile. What greater mervaile hath happened since the beginning of 50 the world, then for a young and tender Maiden to govern strong and valiaunt menne, then for a Virgin to make the whole worlde, if not to stand in awe of hir, yet to honour hir, yea and to live in spight of all those that spight hir, with hir sword in the she[a]th, with hir armour in the 55 Tower, with hir souldiers in their gownes, insomuch as hir peace may be called more blessed then the quiet raigne of NumcrPbmpilius, in whose government the Bees have made their hives in the soldiers helmettes? Now is the Temple of Janus removed from Rome to 60 England, whose dore hath not bene opened this twentie 44 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD yeares, more to be mervayled at then the regiment of faDebora, who ruled twentie yeares with religion, or Seme- riamis \_Semyramis\, that governed long with power, or \Zenobia, that reigned six yeares in prosperitie. 65 This, is the onelye myracle that virginitie ever wrought, for a little Island environed round about with warres to stande in peace, for the walles of Fraunce to burne, and the houses of England to freese, for all other nations eyther with civile [cruell] sworde to bee devided, or with 70 forren foes to be invaded, and that countrey neyther to be molested with broyles in their owne bosomes, nor threatned with blasts of other borderers : But alwayes though not laughing, yet looking through an Emeraud v^ at others jarres. Q 75 Their fields have beene Sowne with corne, straungers theirs pytched witrf"Camps ; they have their men reaping their harvest, when others are mustring in their harneis ; they use their peeces to fowle for pleasure, others their Calivers for feare of perrill. O blessed peace, oh happy 80 Prince, O fortunate people : The lyving God is onely the English God, wher[e] he hath placed peace, which bryng- eth all plentie, annoynted a Virgin Queene, which with a wand ruleth hir owne subjects, and with hir worthinesse winneth the good willes of straungers, so that she is no 85 lesse gratious among hir own, then glorious to others, no lesse loved of hir people, then merva[i]led at of other nations. C\ cvX/*^c. Ajt r (.JThis is the blessing that Christ alwayes gave to his people, peace : This is the curse that hee giveth to the 90 wicked, there shall bee no peace to the ungodlye : This was the onely salutation hee used to his Disciples, peace be unto you : And therefore is hee called the G O D of love, and peace in hollye [holy] writte. LYLY 45 In peace was the Temple of the Lorde buylt by Sato- 95 won, Christ would not be borne untill there were peace through-out the whole worlde, this was the only thing that Esechias prayed for, let there be trueth and peace, O Lorde, in my dayes. All which examples doe manifestly prove, that ther[e] can be nothing given of God to man 100 more notable than peace. This peace hath the Lorde continued with great and unspeakeable goodnesse amonge his chosen people of Eng- land. How much is that nation bounde to such a Prince, by whome they enjoye all benefits of peace, having their 105 barnes full, when others famish, their cof[f]ers stuffed with gold, when others have no silver, their wives without daunger, when others are defamed, their daughters chast, when others are defloured, theyr houses furnished, when others are fired, where they have all thinges for superflu- no itie, others nothing to sustaine their neede. This peace hath God given for hir vertues, pittie, moderation, virgin- itie, which geace, the same God of peace continue for his names sake. \ Touching the beautie of this Prince, hir countenaunce, 115 hir personage, hir majestic, I can-not thinke that it may be sufficiently commended, when it can-not be too much mervailed at : So that I am constrained to saye as Prax- itiles did, when hee beganne to paynt Vfjius- and hir Sonne, who doubted whether the worlde could affoor^d.e cotilours 120 good enough for two such fayre faces, and I' whether our tongue canne yeelde wordes to blase that beautie, the perfection where-of none canne imagine, which seeing it is so, I must doe like those that want a cleere sight, who being not able to|discerne the Synne in the Skie are in- 125 forced to beholde it in the water. Zcnxis having before him fiftie faire virgins of Sparta^ where by to draw one 46 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD amiable Venus, said that fiftie more fayrer than those coulde not minister sufficient beautie to shewe the God- esse of beautie ; therefore being in dispaire either by art 130 to shadow hir, or by imagination to comprehend hir, he drew in a table a faire temple, the gates open, and Venus going in, so as nothing coulde be perceived but hir backe, wherein he used such cunning that Appelles himselfe see- ing this worke, wished yat Venus woulde turne hir face, 135 saying yat if it were in all partes agreeable to the backe, he woulde become apprentice to Zcuxis, and slave to Venus. In the like manner fareth it with me, for having all the Ladyes in Italy more than fiftie hundered, whereby to coulour Elizabeth, I must say with Zeuxis, that as 140 many more will not suffise, and therefore in as great an agonie paint hir court with hir back towards you, for yat I cannot by art portraie hir beautie, wherein though I want the skill to doe it as Zeuxis did, yet v[i]ewing it narrowly, and comparing it wisely, you all will say yat if 145 hir face be aunswerable to hir backe, you wil[l] like my handi-crafte, and become hir handmaides. In the meane season I leave you gazing untill she turne hir face, imag- ining hir to be such a one as nature framed to yat end, that no art should imitate, wherein shee hath proved hir 150 selfe to bee exquisite, and painters to be Apes. This Beautifull moulde when I behelde to be endued with chastitie, temperance, mildnesse, and all other good giftes of nature (as hereafter shall appeare) when I saw hir to surpasse all in beautie, and yet a virgin, to excell 155 all in pietie, and yet a prince, to be inferiour to none in all the liniaments of the bodie, and yet superiour to every one in all giftes of the minde, I beegan thus to pray, that as she hath lived fortie yeares a virgin in great majestic, so she may lyve fourescore yeares a mother with great 160 LYLY 47 joye, that as with hir we have long time hadde peace and plentie, so by hir we may ever have quietnesse and aboun- daunce, wishing this even from the bottome of a heart that wisheth well to England, though feareth ill, that either the world may ende before she dye, or she lyve 165 to see hir childrens children in the world : otherwise, how tickle their state is yat now triumph, upon what a twist they hang that now are in honour, they yat lyve shal see which I to thinke on sigh. But God for his mercies sake, Christ for his merits sake, ye holy Ghost for his 170 names sake, graunt to that realme comfort without anye ill chaunce, and the Prince they have without any other chaunge, that ye longer she liveth the sweeter she may smell, lyke the \)\\^Ibis > that she maye be triumphant in victories lyke the Palme tree, fruitfull in hir age lyke the 175 Vyne, in all ages prosperous, to all men gratious, in all places glorious : so that there be no ende of hir praise, untill the ende of all flesh. Thus did I often talke with my selfe, and wishe with mine whole soule [heart]. 180 What should I talke of hir sharpe wit, excellent wis- dome, exquisite learning, and all other qualities of the minde, where-in she seemeth as farre to excell those that have bene accompted singular, as the learned have sur- passed those that have bene thought simple ? 185 In questioning not inferiour to Nicaulia the Queene of) that did put so many hard doubts to Salomon^ equal! to Nicostrata in the Gtceke- .tongue, who was thought to give percepts for the better perfection : more learned in the Latins than Amalasunfa : passing Aspasia 190 in Philosophic, who taught Pericles : exceeding in judge- ment Themistoctea-, who instructed Pithagoras, adde to these qualyties those that .none of these had, the French 48 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD tongue, the Spanish, the Italian, not meane in every one, but excellent in all, readyer to correct escapes in those 195 languages, then to be controlled, fitter to teach others, then learne of anye, more able to adde new rules, then to err in ye olde : Insomuch as there is no Embassadour that commeth into hir court, but she is willing and able both to understand his message, and utter hir minde, not 200 lyke unto ye Kings of Assiria, who auns\vere[d] Embas- sades by messengers, while they themselves either dally in sinne, or snort in sleepe. Hir godly zeale to learning, with hir great skil, hath bene so manifestly approved, yat I cannot tell whether she deserve more honour for hir 205 knowledge, or admiration for hir curtesie, who in great pompe hath twice directed hir Progresse unto the Uni- versities, with no lesse joye to the Students then glory to hir State. Where, after long and solempne disputations in Law, Phisicke, and Divinitie, not as one we[a]ried2io with Scholers arguments, but wedded to their orations, when every one feared to offend in length, she in hir own person, with no lesse praise to hir Majestic, then delight to hir subjects, with a wise and learned conclusion, both gave them thankes, and put selfe to paines. O noble 215 patterne of a princelye minde, not like to ye kings of Persia, who in their progresses did nothing els but cut stickes to drive away the time, nor like ye delicate lives of the Sybarites, who would not admit any Art to be exer- cised within their citie, yat might make ye least noyse. 220 Hir wit so sharp, that if I should repeat the apt aun- sweres, ye subtil questions, ye fine speaches, ye pithie sentences, which on ye sodain she hath uttered, they wold rather breed admiration then credit. But such are ye gifts yat ye living God hath indued hir with-all, that 225 looke in what Arte or Language,. wit or learning, vertue LYLY 49 or beautie, any one hath particularly excelled most, she onely hath generally exceeded every one in al, insomuch that there is nothing to bee added, that either man would wish in a woman, or God doth give to a creature. 230 j I let passe hir skill in Musicke, hir knowledg[e] in al[l] ye other sciences, when as I feare least by my sim- plicity I shoulde make them lesse than they are, in seek- ing to shew howe great they are, unlesse I were praising hir in the gallerie of Olympia, where gyving forth one 235 worde, I might heare seven. But all these graces although they be to be wondered at, yet hir politique governement, hir prudent counsaile, hir zeale to religion, hir clemencie to those that submit, hir stoutnesse to those that threaten, so farre exceede all 240 other vertues that they are more easie to be mervailed at then imitated. Two and twentie yeares hath she borne the sword with such justice that neither offenders coulde complaine of rigour, nor the innocent of wrong, yet so tempered 245 with mercie, as malefactours have beene sometimes par- doned upon hope of grace, and the injured requited to ease their griefe, insomuch that in ye whole course of hir glorious raigne, it coulde never be saide that either the poore were oppressed without remedie, or the guiltie re- 250 pressed without cause, bearing this engraven in hir noble heart, that justice without mercie were extreame injurie, and pittie without equitie plaine partialitie, and that it is as great tyranny not to mitigate Laws as iniquitie to breake them. 255 Hir care for the flourishing of the Gospell hath wel appeared, whenas neither the curses of the Pope (which are blessings to good people), nor the threatenings of kings (which are perillous to a Prince), nor the perswa- 50 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD sions of Papists (which are honny to the mouth), could 260 either feare hir, or allure hir, to violate the holy league contracted with Christ, or to maculate the blood of the aunciente Lambe, whiche is Christ. But alwayes con- staunt in the true fayth, she hath to the exceeding joye of hir subjectes, to the unspeakeable comforte of hir 265 soule, to the great glorye of God, establyshed that relig- ion, the mayntenance where-of shee rather seeketh to confirme by fortitude, then leave off for feare, knowing that there is nothing that smelleth sweeter to the Lorde then a sounde spirite, which neyther the hostes of the 270 ungodlye, nor the horror of death, can eyther remo[o]ve or move. This Gospell with invincible courage, with rare con- stancie, with hotte zeale shee hath maintained in hir owne countries with-out chaunge, and defended against 275 all kingdomes that sought chaunge, in-somuch that all nations rounde about hir, threatninge alteration, shaking swordes, throwing fyre, menacing famyne, murther, de- struction, desolation, shee onely hath stoode like a Lampe [Lambe] on the toppe of a hill, not fearing the blastes of 280 the sharpe winds, but trusting in his providence that rydeth uppon the winges of the foure windes. Next follovveth the love shee beareth to hir subjectes, who no lesse tendereth them then the apple of hir owne eye, shewing hir selfe a mother to the a[f]flicted, a Phisi-285 tion to the sicke, a Sovereigne and mylde Governesse to all. Touchinge hir Magnanimitie, hir Majestic, hir Estate royall, there was neyther Alexander, nor Galba the Em- perour, nor any that might be compared with hir. 290 This is she that, resembling the noble Queene of Navarr\_e~\, useth the Marigolde for hir flower, which LYLY 51 at the rising of the Sunne openeth hir leaves, and at the setting shutteth them, referring all hir actions and endev- ours to him that ruleth the Sunne. This is that Casarzgs that first bound the Crocodile to the Palme tree, bridling those that sought to raine [rayne] hir : This is that good Pelican that to feede hir people spareth not to rend hir owne personne : This is that mightie Eagle, that hath throwne dust into the eyes of the Hart, that went about 300 to worke destruction to hir subjectes, into whose wings although the blinde Beetle would have crept, and so being carryed into hir nest, destroyed hir young ones, yet hath she with the vertue of hir fethers, consumed that flye in his owne fraud. 305 She hath exiled the Swallowe that sought to spoyle the Grashopper, and given bytter Almondes to the rav- enous Wolves that ende[a]vored to devoure the silly Lambes, burning even with the breath of hir mouth like ye princ[e]ly Stag, the serpents yat wer[e] engendred3io by the breath of the huge Elephant, so that now all hir enimies are as whist as the bird Attagen, who never sing- eth any tune after she is taken, nor they beeing so over- taken. But whether do I wade, Ladyes, as one forgetting him- 315 selfe, thinking to sound the dep[t]h of hir vertues with a few fadomes, when there is no bottome : For I knowe not how it commeth to passe that, being in this Laborinth, I may sooner loose my selfe then finde the ende. Beholde, Ladyes, in this Glasse a Queene, a woeman, 320 a Virgin in all giftes of the bodye, in all graces of the minde, in all perfection of eyther, so farre to excell all men, that I know not whether I may thinke the place too badde for hir to dwell amonge men. To talke of other thinges in that Court, wer[e] 10325 52 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD bring Egges after apples, or after the setting out of the Sunne, to tell a tale of a Shaddow. But this I saye, that all offyces are looked to with great care, that vertue is embraced of all, vice hated, religion daily encreased, manners reformed, that who so seeth the 330 place there, will thinke it rather a Church for divine ser- vice, then a Court for Princes delight. This is the Glasse, Ladies, wher-in I woulde have you gase, wher-in I tooke my whole delight ; imitate the Ladyes in England, amende your manners, rubbe out 335 the wrinckles of the minde, and be not curious about the weams in the face. As for their Elizabeth, sith you can neyther sufficiently mervaile at hir, nor I prayse hir, let us all pray for hir, which is the onely duetie we can performe, and the greatest that we can proffer. 340 Yours to commaund ElJPHUES. ^ MKXA/ ou^A. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY (1554-1586) ARCADIA TO MY DEAR LADY AND SISTER, THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE HERE now have you, most dear, and most worthy to be most dear, Lady, this idle work of mine, which I fear, like the spider's web, will be thought fitter to be swept away than worn to any other purpose. For my part, in very truth, as the cruel fathers among the Greeks were 5 wont to do to the babes they would not foster, I could well find in my heart to cast out in some desert of for- getfulness this child, which I am loth to father. But you desired me to do it ; and your desire, to my heart, is an absolute commandment. Now it is done only for you, 10 only to you. If you keep it to yourself, or to such friends who will weigh errors in the balance of good will, I hope, for the father's sake, it will be pardoned, perchance made much of, though in itself it have deformities ; for, indeed, for severer eyes it is not, being but a trifle, and 15 that triflingly handled. Your dear self can best witness the manner, being done in loose sheets of paper, most of it in your presence, the rest by sheets sent unto you as fast as they were done. In sum, a young head, not so well staged as I would it were, and shall be when God 20 will, having many, many fancies begotten in it, if it had not been in some way delivered, would have grown a 53 54 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD monster, and more sorry might I be that they come in than that they gat out. But Jiia_chief safety shall be the not walking abroad, and his chief protection the bearing 25 the livery of your name, which, if much goodwill do not deceive me, is worthy to be a sanctuary for a greater offender. This say I because I know the virtue so ; and this say I because it will be ever so. Read it, then, at your idle times, and the follies your good judgment will 30 find in it blame not, but laugh at ; and so, looking for no better stuff than, as in a haberdasher's shop, glasses or feathers, you will continue to love the writer, who doth exceedingly love you, and most, most heartily prays you may long live to a principal ornament to the family 35 of the Sidneys. Your loving Brother PHILIP SIDNEY. THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE'S ARCADIA WRITTEN BY SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Strephon and Clauis IT was in the time that the Earth begins to put on her new apparel against the approach of her lover, and that the sun running a most even course becomes an indiffer- ent arbiter between the night and the day, when the hopeless shepherd Strephon was come to the lands which lie against the island of Cithera, where, viewing the place with a heavy kind of delight, and sometimes casting his eyes to the isleward, he called his friendly rival the pastor Clauis unto him ; and setting first down in his darkened countenance a doleful copy of what he would speak, " O my Clauis," said he, "hither we are now come to pay the SIDNEY 55 rent for which we are so called unto by ever-busy re : ~ \ membrance ; Vemembrance, restless remembrance, which claims not only this duty of us but first will have us for- get ourselves. l pray you, when we were amid our flock, 15 and that, of other shepherds, some were running after their sheep, strayed beyond their bounds ; some delight- ing their eyes with seeing them nibble upon the short and sweet grass, some medicining their sick ewes, some set- ting a bell for an ensign of a sheepish squadron, some 20 with more leisure inventing new -gatpes of exercising their bodies and sporting their wits, -r- du^remembrance grant . - us any holiday, either for pastime or devotions/nay either for necessary food or natural rest, but thatsuH it forced our thoughts to work upon this place, where we last,-^ 25 alas, that the word ' last' should so long last, did grace our eyes h^er ever flourishing beauty ; did it not still cry within us : ' Ah, you base-minded wretches ! are your thoughts so deeply be mired in the trade of ordinary world- lings as, for respect of gain some paltry wool may yield 30 you, to let so much time pass without knowing perfectly her "estate, 'especially in so troublesome a season ; to leave that shore unsaluted from whence you may see to the island where she dwelleth ; to leave these steps un- kissed wherein Urania, printed the farewell of all beauty ? ' 35 Well, then, remembrance commanded, we obeyed, and here we find, that as our remembrance came ever clothed unto us as in the form of this place, so this place gives new heat to the fever of our languishing remembrance. JYonder, my Clauis, Urania lighted ; the very horse me- 40 thought bewailed to be so disburdened ; and as for thee, poor Clauis, when thou wentest to help her down, and saw reverence and desire so divide thee that thou didst at one instant both blush and quake, and instead of bearing 56 FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD her wert ready to fall down thyself. There she sate, 45 vouchsafing my cloak (then most gorgeous) under her ; at yonder rising of the ground she turned herself, looking back toward her wonted abode, and because of her part- ing, bearing much sorrow in her eyes, the lightsomeness whereof had yet so natural a cheerfulness as it made even 50 sorrow seem to smile ; at that turning she spake to us all, opening her cherry lips, and, Lord ! how greedily mine ears did feed upon the sweet words she uttered ! And here she laid her hand over thine eyes when she saw the tears springing in them, as if she would conceal them 55 from other and yet herself feel some of thy sorrow. But woe is me ! Yonder, yonder, did she put her foot into the boat, at that instant, as it were, dividing her heavenly beauty between the earth and the sea. But when she was embarked did you not mark how the winds whistled, 60 and the seas danced for joy ; how the sails did swell with pride, and all because they had Urania. O Urania, blessed be thou, Urania, the sweetest fairness and fairest sweet- ness ! " With that word his voice brake so with sobbing that he 65 could say no further; and Clauis thus answered, "Alas, my Strephon," said he, " what needs this score to reckon up only our losses ? What doubt is there but that the sight of this place doth clear our thoughts to appear at the Court of Affection, held by that racking steward Remembrance ? 70 As well may sheep forget to fear when they spy wolves, as we can miss such fancies, when we see any place made happy by her treading. Who can choose that saw her but think where she stayed, where she walked, where she turned, where she spoke ? But what is all this ? Truly no 75 more but, as this place served us to think of those things, so those things serve as places to call to memory more SIDNEY 57 excellent matters. No, no, let us think with considera- tion, and consider with acknowledging, and acknowledge with admiration, and admire with love, and love with joy 80 in the midst of all woes ; let us in such sort think, I say, that our poor eyes were so enriched as to behold, and our low hearts so exalted as to love, a maid who is such, that as the greatest thing in the world can show is her beauty, so the least thing that may be praised in her 85 is her beauty. Certainly as her eyelids are more pleasant to behold than two white kids climbing up a fair tree, and browsing on his tenderest branches, and yet are nothing compared to the day-shining stars contained in them ; and as her breath is more sweet than a gentle south-west 90 wind, which comes creeping over flowery fields and shadowed waters in the extreme heat of summer, and yet is nothing compared to the honey-flowing speech that breath doth carry, no more all that our eyes can see of her, though when they have seen her, what else they 95 shall ever see is but dry stubble after clover-grass is to be matched with the flock of unspeakable virtues laid up delightfully in that best-builded fold. But, indeed, as we can better consider the sun's beauty by marking how he gilds these waters and mountains than by looking upon his 100 own face, too glorious for our weak eyes ; so it may be our conceits not able to bear her sun-staining excellency will better weigh it by her work upon some meaner object employed. And, alas, who can better witness that than we, whose experience is grounded upon feeling ? Hath 105 not the only love of her made us, being silly ignorant shep- herds, raise up our thoughts above the ordinary level of the world, so as great clerks do not disdain our confer- ence ? Hath not the desire to seem worthy in her eyes made us, when others were sleeping, to sit viewing the no 58 FROM CHAUCER TO A XX OLD course of the heavens ; when others were running at base, to run over learned writings ; when others mark their sheep, we to mark ourselves ? Hath not she thrown reason upon our desires, and, as it were, given eyes unto Cupid? Hath in any, but in her, love-fellowship main- 115 tained friendship between rivals and beauty taught the beholders chastity?" Pamela and Philoclea His wife in grave matron-like attire, with countenance and gesture suitable, and of such fairness, being in the strength of her age, as, if her daughters had not been by, might with just price have purchased admiration ; but they being there, it was enough that the most dainty 5 eye would think her a worthy mother of such children. The fair Pamela, whose noble heart, I find, doth greatly disdain that the trust of her virtue is reposed in such a lout's hands as Dameta's, had yet, to show an obedience, taken on shepherdish apparel, which was but of russet 10 cloth, cut after their fashion, with a straight body, open- breasted, the nether parts full of plaits, with long and wide sleeves ; but, believe me, she did apparel her ap- parel, and with the preciousness of her body make it most sumptuous. Her hair at the full length, wound 15 about with gold lace, only by the comparison to show how far her hair doth excel in color ; betwixt her breasts there hung a very rich diamond set between a black horn ; the word I have since read is this, ' Yet still my- self. 1 And thus particularly have I described them, 20 because you may know that mine eyes are not so partial but that I marked them too. But when the ornament of the earth, the model of SIDNEY 59 heaven, the triumph of nature, the life of beauty, the queen of love, young Philoclea, appeared, in her nymph- 25 like apparel, her hair (alas, too poor a word, why should I not rather call them her beams?) drawn up into a net able to have caught Jupiter when he was in the form of an eagle, her body (O sweet body ! ) covered with a light taffeta garment, with the caste of her black eyes, black 30 indeed, whither nature so made them that we might be the more able to behold and bear their wonderful shining, or that she, goddess-like, would work this miracle with herself, in giving blackness the price above all beauty, then, I say, indeed methought the lilies grew pale for 35 envy, the roses methought blushed to see sweeter roses in her cheeks, and the clouds gave place that the heavens might more freely smile upon her ; at the least the clouds of my thoughts quite vanished, and my sight, then more clear and forcible than ever, was so fixed there that I 40 imagine I stood like a well-wrought image, with some life in show, but none in practice. And so had I been like enough, to have stayed long time, but that Gynecia, stepping between my sight and the only Philoclea, the change of object made me recover my senses ; so that I 45 could with reasonable good manner receive the salutation of her and the Princess Pamela, doing them yet no further reverence than one princess useth to another. But when I came to the never-enough praised Philoclea, I could not but fall down on my knees, and taking by 50 force her hand, and kissing it, I must confess with more than womanly ardency, ' Divine lady,' said I, ' let not the world, nor these great princesses marvel to see me, contrary to my manner, do this special honor unto you, since all, both men and women, do owe this to the per- 55 fection of your beauty.' But she, blushing like a fair 6O FROM CHAUCER TO ARNOLD morning in May, at this my singularity, and causing me to rise, ' Noble lady,' said she, ' it is no marvel to see your judgment much mistaken in my beauty, since you begin with so great an error as to do more honor unto 60 me than to them to whom I myself owe all service.' ' Rather,' answered I, with a bowed-down countenance, ' that shows the power of your beauty, which forced me to do such an error, if it were an error.' 'You are so well acquainted,' said she, sweetly, most sweetly smiling, 65 * with your own beauty, that it makes you easily fall into the discourse of beauty.' ' Beauty in me ? ' said I, truly sighing ; ' alas if there be any, it is in my eyes, which your blessed presence hath imparted into them.' AN APOLOGIE FOR POETRIE The Poet AMONG the Romans a poet was called vates, which is as much as a diviner, foreseer, or prophet, as by his con- joined words, vaticinium and vaticinari, is manifest ; so heavenly a title did that excellent people bestow upon this heart-ravishing knowledge. And so far were they 5 carried into the admiration thereof, that they thought in the chanceable hitting upon any such verses great fore- tokens of their following fortunes were placed ; where- upon grew the word of Sortes Virgiliance, wheo_by. sudden opening Virgil's book they lighted upon some 10 verse of his making. Whereof the Histories of the Em- perors' Lives are full : as of Albinus, the governor of our island, who in his childhood met with this verse, mcns c" 7 Arma anmas capio, uec sat ratiwnis in annis,