The Pembroke Booklets (First Series) IV Sir John Suckling Ballads and other Poems Sir Charles Sedley Lyrics John Wilmot (Earl of Rochester) Poems and Songs ^ J. R. Tutin Hull 1906 Large Paper Edition, limited to 250 copies Sir John Suckling (1609- 1 642) " O Suckling, O gallant Sir John, Thou gentleman poet, first plume of the ton ; Fresh painter of ' Weddings,' great author of rare ' Poet Sessions "... O facile princeps of wit about town.' " —Leigh Hunt. Sir Charles Sedley (i639?-i7oi) ' ' In his awn sphere Sedley is unapproachable ; such songs as ' Love still has something of the sea ' or ' Phillis is my only joy ' easily outdistance all rivals." — A. H. Bullen. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (1647- I 680) " Pm none of those who think themselves inspir'd. Nor write with the vain hope to be admird. But, from a rule I have (upon long trial), T'avoid with care all sort of self-denial. Which way soe'er desire and fancy lead, Contemning fame, that path I boldly tread." — Epistle to Lord Mulgrave. riRRARY U.NTSTRSITV UI CAUFORMA SA.NiA J!A[{|{AJ{A Contents SIR JOHN SUCKLING ' ' There never yet was honest man " ( Loving and Beloved) 1 1 " Dost see how unregarded now ' (Sonnets — I) . . 12 " Of thee, kind Boy, I ask no Red and White " (Sonnets^II) ...... 12 " O, for some honest Lover's Ghost ! " (Sonnets — HI) . 13 '■ There never yet was Woman made" . . .14 " If Man might know" . . . . .15 "Stay here, iond Youth, and ask no more, be wise" (Against Fruition) . . . . .15 "Fie upon Hearts that burn with mutual Fire" (Another of the Same, against Fruition) . . .16 " Love, Reason, Hate did once bespeak " . . 17 " 'Tis now since I sat down before " . . .18 "I tell thee, Dick, where I have been" (Ballad on a Wedding) ...... 19 " Honest Lover, whatsoever " . . . .23 •'Out upon it, I have loved" . . . .24 •'I will not love one Minute more, I swear" (Love turn'd to Hatred) . . . . .25 " Never believe me it I love" (The Careless Lover) . 25 "This one Request I make to him that sits the Clouds above " (Love and Debt alike Troublesome) . . 26 "Leaning her Head upon my Breast" (Love's Repre- sentation) ...... 28 "What! no more Favours? Not a Ribbon more" (To a Lady who forbade to love before Company) . 29 " The crafty Boy that had full oft assay 'd " . .30 " I prithee send me back my Heart " . . .31 " I am confirm'd a Woman can " . . .31 " I prithee spare me, gentle Boy " . . .32 "When, dearest, I but think of thee " . . -33 " Hast thou seen the down in the air " . . -33 "On a still silent Night scarce could I number" (His Dream) ...... 34 " So Misers look upon their Gold " . . -35 "No, No, fair Heretic, it needs must be" . . 36 "The little boy, to show his Might and Power" (The Metamorphosis) .... 36 Contents PACE ' I am a man of War and Might" (A Soldier) . . 37 ' Tell me, ye juster Deities " (The Expostulation) . 37 ' Whether these Lines do you find out " (To Master John Hales of Eton) . . . . .38 'Why so pale and wan, fond Lover?" . . -39 'Fill it up, fill it up to the Brink" . . .40 ' Come, let the State stay " .... 40 ' She's pretty to walk with " . . . .41 SIR CHARLES SEDLEY " Phillis, Men say that all my Vows" " Phillis is my only joy " . " Hears not my Phillis how the Birds" "Phillis, this early Zeal assuage" (To a Devout Young Gentlewoman) .... "I am a lusty lively Lad" (The Extravagant) "Tush! never tell me I'm too young" (The Forward Lover) ..... "Ah, Chloris ! that I now could sit " " Love still has something of the Sea " " Fair Aminta, art thou mad? " "Scrape no more your harmless chins" (Advice to the Old Beaux) .... " Not, Celia, that I juster am " 42 42 43 44 44 45 46 47 47 48 49 JOHN WILMOT. EARL OF ROCHESTER All my past Life is mine no more " ' What cruel Pains Corinna takes " (To Corinna) ■ Room, Room for a Blade of the Town " ' An Age in her Embraces past " . 'The utmost Grace the Greeks could show" (Grecian Kindness) ..... ' Love bid me hope, and I obey'd" (Woman's Honour ' How blest was the created State " (The Fall) . ' Give me Leave to rail at you " . "Tis not that I am weary grown" (Upon Leaving hi: Mistress) ..... ' Absent from thee I languish still " ' Why dost thou shade thy lovely face ? O why " (To his Mistress) ..... ' My dear Mistress has a Heart " . ' While on those lovely looks I gaze " ' Prithee, now, fond Fool, give o'er " (A Dialogue) 'Vulcan, contrive me such a Cup" (Upon drinking a Bowl) ..... ^Nothing! thou Elder Brother ev'n to Shade" (Upon Nothing) ..... SO 50 51 51 53 54 54 55 55 56 57 58 58 59 61 62 Preface Sir John Suckling, son of a knight of the same name was born at Twickenham in February, 1608-9 Aubrey says of the father, who held various offices under the Crown, that he was but a dull fellow, and that the poet derived his wit from his mother. It is quite uncertain where he went to school, but in 1623 he entered Trinity College, Oxford, where he showed facility in learning languages and music. The elder Sir John died in 1627, and John took over his estates. Some travel abroad in 1628 was followed by a travel- ling of a more stirring kind in 1631, when he joined the Marquis of Hamilton's expedition, which sailed from Yarmouth, and took part in several battles and sieges, including that of Magdeburg. Suckling is said to have behaved well as a soldier, and spoke of himself as one in a poem of his.^ He probably returned to England in 1633, and was soon in the swim and a leading figure at Court. His nimble tongue had many opportunities of exercise ; he was. Sir W. Davenant tells us, baited like a bull : "his repartee and witt being most sparkling when most set on and provok'd." Of the level of his table-talk we can conjecture from his letters and, still more, from his verses. There is no doubt that it was brilliant, and in a Court of taste and refinement like Charles I.'s it meant a social triumph. Winstanley calls him "the darling of the Court." As his poetry would suggest. Suckling was a great entertainer of the ladies, and never sent them away from his parties without costly gifts of silk stockings, jewelled garters, and gloves. But he had another and 1 See p. 37. 5 Preface a less attractive hobby, that of gaming, and is said to have been reputed the best bowler and cardplayer in the kingdom. As he himself confesses in his " Sessions of the Poets " — "Suckling next was called, but did not appear, But straight one whisper'd Apollo i' th' ear, That of all men living he cared not for 't, He loved not the Muses so well as his sport." One day his poor sisters came to the Piccadilly bowl- ing-green, " crying for the fear he should lose all their fortunes." To show his elasticity of spirit, we are told that, when at his lowest ebb, he would put on his most glorious apparel. It may be questioned, however, if all the tall stories told of his extremes of good and ill fortune are true. In a romancing age like the Caroline any prominent person soon acquired his legend, and Suckling's large estates must have been a main- stay. Suckling no doubt had many passing affaires de cceur (" Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days to- gether"), but one courtship was serious, that of the daughter of SiR Henry Willoughby, who was a great heiress. As a letter which recently came to light at Clifton Hall, Notts, clearly proves,^ the king used his influence in pushing the match, but unfortunately the lady herself did not agree, like a loyal subject, to accept his Majesty's favourite. To this passive resist- ance she added active, that is to say she asked an- other of her suitors to waylay SUCKLING and extort from him an engagement renouncing his attempts on her. This the suitor (DiGBV, a brother of SIR Kenelm's) did, with some allies, and poor SUCKLING received a sound drubbing. The affair caused great scandal, and, not having drawn sword, SUCKLING was accused of cowardice, and for some time was under a cloud socially. In 1637 came "The Sessions of the Poets," in which there is a good deal of hard hitting (sometimes in bad taste, as in Davenant's case) and 1 See Daily Chronicle, August 24th, 1905, and a note by the present writer, August 25th. 6 Preface acute criticism. I have already quoted the stanza in which he treats himself as severely as the others. In 1638 was produced Aglaura^ said to be the first play acted with scenery, and Brennoralt the following year. Suckling's part in the Scottish war may have lacked distinction, but Sir John Mennis's celebrated ballad is obviously spiteful. It would take too long to trace the political intrigues in which Suckling and the other " Staffordians" engaged to strengthen the King's power, and which compelled him, in order to escape a trial for high treason, to make a hurried departure for France. There are many stories of his life in exile — most of them pro- bably false. One relates his having been in the clutches of the Spanish Inquisition. There are at least two accounts of his death : one that he was murdered by his valet putting a razor in his boot ; the second — un- happily, it seems, the true one — that he poisoned him- self His death occurred at Paris in May or June 1642. The briefest and perhaps the most satisfactory criticism ever passed on him is that of Mistress Millamant in The Way of the Worlds " natural, easy Suckling." With a woman's intuition she at once perceives the two charms of his verse. When one thinks of the laboured love poetry, metaphysical and other, then being produced in great quantities, we may be thankful for " natural, easy Suckling," who had no affectation of simulating profundity by obscurity and crabbedness. Of course his poetry is superficial, but it shares that defect with beauty, which, we are always being told, is but skin-deep. But if he does not give us great thoughts, he always affords us entertainment, and a world without entertaintment would be a dull place. He is singularly happy in the coinage of a phrase or a simile : it sticks in the memory : — " Women enjoy'd (whate'er before t' have been) Are like romances read or sights once seen." " Love's a camelion that lives on mere air, And surfeits when it comes to grosser fare." 7 Preface " Thinking on thee, thy beauties then, As sudden lights do sleeping men. So they by their bright rays awake me." " 'Tis Expectation makes a blessing dear, Heaven were not Heaven, if we knew what it were." Though some great poets have had no ear for music — Tennyson, I believe, was one — Suck ling's musical gifts gave him an excellent mastery of rhythm ; it were hard to find in him a single jarring line "out of tune and harsh." And then how wide his range of subject and treatment, how flexible his manner ! Like Nanki-Poo in TJie Mikado he might have sung — " My catalogue is long, Through every passion ranging, And to your humour changing I tune my supple song." The other two singers who contribute to this collection are, it must be said, somewhat monotonous both in subject and expression, though neither is lacking in wit and humour. Let us now pass to one of these, SiR Charles Sedley, another of the seventeenth - century fine gentlemen who wrote with ease in the intervals between wenching, gaming, and drinking. He was born at Aylesford, Kent, about 1639, and went to Wadham College, Oxford, in 1655. After the Restora- tion he was elected (if the word can be used of what was probably a mere nomination) for New Romney. But he took little heed of senatorial dignity — such as it is — and his life was exactly like that of the other two poets of this volume, one of " wine, women, and song." We need not grumble : we may grant him the first two ingredients of his life, for we of to-day have the third for our delectation. Sedley, as is well known, was an actor in that scandalous scene at the Cock Tavern in Bow Street, in which some of the tipsy crew appeared on the balcony in a state of nature, and harangued the i^nobile vulgus in the street below. That lark cost him a cool five hundred, and Chief- JUSTICE Foster improved the occasion by observing Preface that it was for Sedley "and such wicked rascals as he was that God's anger and judgment hung over us." Alas for poor Sedley ! history records but few of his good deeds, which is a way with that uncharit- able Muse. In Pepys (Feb. 1669) we find the irate poet thrashing Kynaston, an actor who had the impudence to mimic him in face, voice, and dress on the stage. He married a daughter of the Earl OF Rivers, and his own daughter achieved the distinc- tion of being the UUKE of York's favourite mistress. As his Royal Highness was said to prefer his wenches plain, this may not be saying much for the lady's beauty, but any how he made her Countess OF Dorchester. Sedley's sporting career came to an end in a place of sport ; his skull was fractured by the fall of the tennis court in the Haymarket. He was a true singer, only a singer of trifles, however ; his happiest efforts were inspired by a young lady called Phillis — only fifteen years old, if we are to believe one of his songs — and " Phillis is my only joy," wedded to a charming tune, bids fair to be immortal. How racy too his advice to her in her pious days : — ' ' 'Tis early to begin to fear The Devil at fifteen." Charles II. is said to have told him that nature had given him a patent to be Apollo's viceroy. His Majesty's repute for never saying a foolish thing is somewhat impaired by this remark. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, has long been regarded as a sort of awful example in company with other notorious historical characters, like Blue Beard, Captain Kidd, Alexander the Sixth, and the late Mr Charles Peace. He has had a worse fate still : he has been used for purposes of edification and put into penny tracts to turn the erring from their smful ways ; for he rashly let himself be converted towards the end of his life, and thus spoiled a high reputation for consistency. I can only briefly trace his career. Born 1647, he was at Wadham, Oxford, thereafter travelled in France, smelt powder in the 9 Preface attack on the Dutch fleet at Bergen, and returned to England to haunt the Court and alternately charm and infuriate the King. Gram MONT records that at least once in each year he was sent packing, and, consider- ing some unprintable epigrams on Charles, which no doubt reached their subject's ears, this is not surpris- ing. He had a queer, mad life of it, always (when sober enough) in some outlandish escapade. Once he set up as a quack doctor with a booth on Tower Hill ; at another— so St. Evremond tells us— he and a bird of a feather, the Duke ok Buckingham, took an inn on the Newmarket road, with a view to debauching all the women of the neighbourhood, a purpose which they are said to have achieved. He thought to repair his broken fortunes by a rich match, but the lady of his choice, Elizabeth Malet, was not agreeable, so (in 1665) he waylaid her at Charing Cross, popped her into a coach, and was at Uxbridge before he was caught. This landed him in the Tower of London, but he was soon pardoned, and, curiously enough, married his victim a couple of years later. His known mistresses include Elizabeth Barry, whom he taught to act and put on the stage. His health broke down in 1679, and thenceforth he led a quieter life. There seems no doubt he was convinced of the error of his ways by BiSHOP BURNETT. He had a fine lyric gift, and, though there is little enough sincerity in most of his love-songs, and he attains a cynical extreme in one in which he hails his mistress as worthy to serve all mankind, there is one poem, beginning " Why dost thou shade thy lovely face ? O why," which suggests an almost passionate devotion. Had Rochester criticised himself as acutely as he criticised others, in his satires, he might have been a better man. The only one of his long poems I have included is that on " Nothing," which is ingenious in its way. WILLIAM G. HUTCHISON. Sir John Suckling Loving and Beloved There never yet was honest Man That ever drove the Trade of Love ; It is impossible, nor can Integrity our Ends promove ; For Kings and Lovers are alike in this, That their chief Art in Reign Dissembling is. Here we are loved and there we love, Good Nature now and Passion strive Which of the two should be above, And Laws unto the other give : So we false Fire with Art sometimes discover. And the true Fire with the same Art do cover. What Rack can Fancy find so high ? Here we must court and here engage ; Though in the other Place we die. Oh, 'tis Torture all, and Cosenage ! And which the harder is, I cannot tell, To hide true Love, or make false Love look well. Since it is thus, God of Desire, Give me my Honesty again. And take thy Brands back and thy Fire ; I am weary of the state I am in : Since (if the very best should now befall), Love's Triumph must be Honour's Funeral. II Sir John Suckling Sonnets Dost see how unregarded now That Piece of F^eauty passes ? There was a Time when I did vow To that alone ; But mark the Fate of Faces ; The Red and White works now no more on me, Than if it could not charm, or I not see. And yet the Face continues good, And I have still Desires, And still the self-same Flesh and Blood, As apt to melt And suffer from those Fires ; O some kind Power unriddle where it lies — Whether my Heart be faulty or her Eyes. She every Day her Man does kill, And I as often die ; Neither her Power, then, nor my Will Can question'd be ; What is the mystery ? Sure, Beauty's Empires, like to greater States, Have certain Periods set, and hidden Fates. Of thee, kind Boy, I ask no Red and White To make up my Delight : No odd becoming Graces, Black Eyes or little Know-not-whats in Faces ; Make me but mad enough, give me good Store Of Love for her I court — 1 ask no more, 'Tis Love in Love that makes the Sport. 12 Sir John Suckling There's no such Thing as that we Beauty call It is mere Cosenage all ; For though some long ago Like t' certain Colours mingled so and so, That doth not tie me now from choosing new, If I a Fancy take To Black and Blue, That Fancy doth it Beauty make. 'Tis not the Meat, but 'tis the Appetite Makes Eating a Delight, And if I like one Dish More than another, that a Pheasant is ; What in our Watches, that in us is found ; So to the Height and Nick We up be wound. No matter by what Hand or Trick. Ill O, for some honest Lover's Ghost, Some kind, unbodied Post Sent from the Shades below ! I strangely long to know. Whether the nobler chaplets wear Those that their Mistress' scorn did bear, Or those that were used kindly. For whatsoe'er they tell us here To make those sufferings dear 'Twill there, I fear, be found That to the being crown'd. To have loved alone will not suffice, Unless we also have been wise, And have our Loves enjoy 'd. What Posture can we think him in That here, unloved again, Departs and's thither gone. Where each sits by his own ? 13 Sir John Suckling Or how can that Elysium be Where I my Mistress still must see Circled in others' Arms ? For there the Judges all are just, And Sophonisba must Be his whom she held dear, Not his who loved her here. The sweet Philoclea, since she died. Lies by her Pirocles his side, Not by Amphialus. Some Bays, perchance, or Myrtle Bough, For difference crowns the Brow Of those kind souls that were The noble Martyrs here ; And if that be the only Odds, (As who can Tell?) ye kinder Gods, Give me the Woman here. There never yet was Woman made, Nor shall, but to be cursed. And O ! that I, fond I, should first Of any Lover This Truth at my Own Charge to other Fools discover ! You that have promised to yourselves Propriety in Love, Know Women's Hearts like Straw do move ; And what we call Their Sympathy is but Love to get in general. All Mankind are alike to them, And though we Iron find That never with a Loadstone joined, 'Tis not the Iron's Fault, It is because near the Loadstone yet it was never brought. 14 Sir John Suckling If where a gentle Bee hath fallen, And labour'd to his Power, A new succeeds not to that Flow'r, But passes by, 'Tis to be thought, the Gallant elsewhere loads his Thigh. For still the Flowers ready stand, One buzzes round about, One lights, one tastes, gets in, gets out ; All always use them, Till all their sweets are gone, and all again refuse them. Scire se liceret qucs debes subire Et non subire, pulchrum est scire Sed si subire debes qucE debes scir e Quersutn vis scire, nam debes subir If Man might know The 111 he must undergo, And shun it so, Then it were good to know But if he undergo it. Though he know it, What boots him know it He must undergo it. Against Fruition Stay here, fond Youth, and ask no more, be wise : Knowinji too much lung since lost Paradise. The virtuous Joys thou hast, thou would'st should still Labt in tneir Pride ; and wouhi'st not take it ill If rudely trom swert Dreams (and for a Toy) Thou wert aw