NEWBEGIN'S-BOOfcSHOP JOHN'J'NEWBEGIN NEW" OLD -& RARE BOOKS FUVATB PHE$$ ITEMS 6 CHOICE SETS *f 35* gostStrttt San Troncisco. California JOSEPH KITSON (1752-1803) supportea the profits of his office-Deputy .iiff of the Duchy of Lancaster- he employed his time chiefly in the preparation and publication of an- aarian books, and in c eminent i not in the most amiable spirit, on the performance of laborers in the same field of research. ity provO;. . In his later days he subject to a mental disorder and died in a fit of madness. As a la- borious and generally accurate in- vestigator, he merits nigh comuK dation. (Allibone) Copies of the .^OGY are ^uite RARE SELDOM found in such good . EDITION 3 volumes. (1793-1794) THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY. VOLUME THE FIRST. DULCE EST DE-CERfERE FLORES. OVID. LONDON: T. AND J. EC.ER.TON, WHITEHALL, A10CCXCIU. \ni 'RSVe, * \ ADVERTISEMENT. \i JL H E public is here prefented with a felec- tton of Englifli poetry, in a chronological feties, v from the beginning of the fixteenth century (or, fv including an extract from CHAUCER, from the Matter part of the fourteenth ) to the prefent time, n upon a plan hitherto unattempted, at leaft in this country*. It will not be thought pofftble that a collection in three volumes fhould com- prife every poem of value in the language i - but it may be confidently afferted that there is fcarce a fingle poet of any eminence or merit & who has not contributed generally his beft, * TH CALEDONIAN MUSE, a colleftion of Scotifii poetry, upon a fimilar plan, printed Tome years fincc, though not yet publifhcd, was, in faft, a fubfequcnt com- pilation. VOL. I. a 180578 ii ADVERTISEMENT, and in fome cafes his only, produ&ion, and that no publication of like nature ever com- prehended fuch a number and variety of ex- cellent poems, or was printed with fuperior elegance, fidelity, or corre&nefs* No altera*- tion (except in apparent miftakes) has been attempted either in the language or in the orthography, and as little as poflible even in the punctuation, of the edition followed, which, if not always the beft, will in no cafe be found a bad one ; the only variation, if any, confift- ihg in the orthography, which is, perhaps, very feldom that of the author : nor has any piece been inferted which had already appeared in " A SELECT COLLECTION OF ENGLISH SONGS/' publifhed in 1783. It muft be confefled that the ufe, or rather abufe, of Italic types and capital letters has proved a fource of conftant difcouragement and vexation. To have entirely preferved thefe frivolous diftinclions, of which, in many ADVERTISEMENT. ui inftances, it was utterly impoffible to difcover the reafon, would have been perfectly ridicu- lous ; to omit them altogether appeared an adt of violence. The editor, therefor, has not the vanity to hope that either the retention or the omifiion will fatisfy the more critical reader ; being utterly unable to difcover any principle which will juftify either the one or the other. It is however to be wifhed that, except jn fixed and given inftances, they could be en- tirely laid afide ; being no more neceflary, one would think, to the works of Pope or Swift than to thofe of Virgil or Horace. As it has been thought advifable to publifh the firft of thefe volumes before the others can be printed, it is earneftly requefted that thofe who poflefs the dates of the birth and death of FITZGERALD, BRAMSTON, FAWKES, SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS, SMART, MERRICK, LLOYD, LANGHORNE, DR. COT- TON, HALL STEVENSON j LADY MARY a 2 iv ADVERTISEMENT, WORTLEY MONTAGUE, MRS. BARBER, and MISS MARY JONES, will be kind enough to communicate them to the publifher, in order that the fele&ions from thofe poets may be duly arranged : and even the births of SIR JOHN HARINGTON, DUKE, SIR SAMUEL GARTH, FENTON, BROOME, and SOMER- VILE, may be made ufe of in a future edition, ftiould the colle&ion be found to deferve it. One mould indeed have naturally concluded that thefe important fa&s, for fuch the birth and death of a man of merit or eminence un- doubtedly are, would be found in the lives that have been written of almoft all the perfons juft named ; but, in fhort, many of thefe lives, even in the excellent biographical prefaces of Dr. Johnfon, may be carefully perufed without betraying even the century in which the author made fo diftinguimed a figure. Any fuggef- tion, at the fame time, for the improvement of the work, in matter, method, accuracy, or ADVERTISEMENT. v elegance, will be gratefully received, and pro- perly attended to. It were, perhaps, to be wifhed, that the collection could have commenced at an earlyer period ; but the editor is fufficiently familiar with the poetical productions of preceding centuries to pronounce with confidence, that no compofition of a moderate length is to be found, prior to the year 1500, which would be thought to deferve a place in ihefe volumes ; the nicety of the prefent age being ill difpofed to make the neceflary allowances for the un-i couth diction and homely fentiments of former times. Nor will any perfon be forward to t refcue fuch things from oblivion, while the attempt expofes him to the malignant and ruffian-like attacks of fome hackney fcribbler or perfonal enemy, through the medium of one or other of two periodical publications, in which the moft illiberal abufe is vented under colour of impartial criticifm, and both the literary and moral character of every man ' 3 vi ADVERTISEMENT, who wifhes to make his peculiar ftudies contribute to the information or amufement of fociety are at the mercy of a conceited pedant, or dark and cowardly aflaffin. The editor, at the fame time, by no means flatters himfelf, that either the omiffion of what is ob- fcure and unintelligible, or the infertion of every thing elegant and refined, will be fuffi- cient to protect thefe volumes from the ran- corous malice and envenomed flander of the reviewing critic. He appeals, however, from the partial cenfures of a mercenary and ma- levolent individual, to the judgement and can- dour of a generous and difcerning public, whofe approbation is propofed as the fole re- ward of his difmterefted labours. It ought to be mentioned, in juftice to the prefent compilation, that it was made many years ago : nor mould it, perhaps, if it could, be concealed that the idea originated from a fight of the elegant French fong-book, in- titled L'ANTHOLOGIE FRAN^OISE. CONTENT S, AND AUTHORITIES. VOL. I. - i) On my laay Ifabella playing on the lute. By the fame. From the fame authorities - - 30 On a tree cut in paper. By the fame. From the edition of 1 6 8 a, compared with that of \ 7.30 - 51 CONTENTS. U L" Allegro. By John Milton. From his " Poems" 1673, compared with the edition of 164.5 - - 3* II Penferofo. By the fame. From the fame au- thorities - - - 38 Lycidas. By the fame. From the fame authori- ties ; collated alfo with the firfl edition in the tf obfequies to the memorie of mr. Edward King," 1638 - - 45 Sonnet. By the fame. From the (< Poems," 167$ 53 Mifcellaneous thoughts. By Samuel Butler. From bis " Pojlbumous works," 1759 - - 54. Ceopers Hill. By Jir John Denham. From his *' Poems," 1671" - - 58 To Altbea, from prifon. By Richard Lovelace, efq. From " Lucafla: Epodes," &c. 1649 - 7* The waiting maid. By Abraham Cowley, efq. From his " Works," 1710 -74- The epicure. [Frcm Anacrean.~\ By the fame. From the fame authority - - - 73 Claudian's Old man of Verona. By the fame. From the fame authority - - 76 Prayer. [From his own Latin.~\ By the fame. From the fame authority - 78 The nymph complaining for the lofs of her fawn , By Andrew Mar-veil, efq. From " Mifcellany poems, published by mr. Dryden," 1727 - 79 x CONTENTS. Horace, Lib. iv. Ode 7. Byjir William Temple, hart. From his " Works," 1757 - - 84 So3 r . By Charles Cotton, efq. From his " Poems,'' 1 1689 -,-. - - 86 The morning quatrains. By the fame. From the fame authority - - - 87 Noon quatrains. By the fame. From the fame authority $z Evening quatrains. By the fame. From the fame authority - - 94. Night quatrains. By the fame. From the fame authority - - 96. Theodore and Hanoria. [A tranjlation from Boc- cace. ] By John Dryden, efq. poet laureat. From bis " Mifcellaneous works" 1760 - -xox Alexander's Feaji, or the Power of Mufic ; an ode, in honour of St. Cecilia's day. By the fame. From the fame authority - - 117 On bis miftrefs dro'wn'd. By Thomas Spratt, bijhop of Rochejler. From " Mifcellany poems,'" . publijbed by Dryden, 1727 - iz$ Conftancy. By fir Charles Sedley, hart. From bit " Works,'' 1778 - - - 126 A fang. By the fame. Frojn the fame authority 117 CONTENTS. xi fnconftancy excufed. Song. By John Sheffield, duke of Buckinghamjbire. From bis " Works" 1740 - iz On Luanda's death. By the fame. From the fame authority - * - - I2J Song. By John Wllmot, earl of Rochejter. From Drydens " Mifcellany poems " 1727 - - 130 The Jixteenth ode of thefecond book of Horace. By Thomas Otway. From his "Works," 1768 131 The retirement. By John Nor r is. From bis " Mifcellanies" 1691 - - 133 Song. By Charles Sackville, earl of Dorfet. From the " Works of celebrated authors," 1750 - 13$ Written at Altbrop, in a blank leaf of Waller's poems, upon feeing Vandyke's piflure of the old lady Sunderland. By Charles Montague, earl of Halifax. From the fame authority - - 1 36 Horace. Book 17. Ode III. Imitated by Francis Atterbury, bijhop of Rocbefter. From the au- thors " Epiftolary correjpondence, &c." 1783. (the notes being omitted) - - - 137 Epigram, 'written on a white fan borrowed from miff OJborne, afterwards his wife. By the fame. From the fame authority - - 138 xii CONTENTS. A reply to a copy of verfes made in imitation of Book III. Ode II. of Horace. Anguftam, amice, pauperiem pati, &c. and fent by mr. Titley to * the author.'' By Richard Bentley, L L. D. from the " Collection of poems," publijbed by mr. Dodjlej, 1758 - 139 To the evening flar. Englijh* d from a Greek idyl- Hum. By George Stepney, efq. From the " Works of celebrated authors,'"'' 1750 - -141 Epigram. Love, andjealeufy. By William Wal/b, efq. From the fame authority - t^.z Song. By the fame. From the fame authority ibJ. tdully of Mountain. By William King, LL.D. From his " Mifcellanies," (no date) - - 144, Henry and Emma, a poem, upon the model of the Nut-brown Maid. By Matthew Prior, efq. From his "Poems," 1718 - 149 To ayoung gentleman in love. A tale. By the fame. From the fame authority - - 179 The garland. By the fame. From the fame au- thority . lga A lover's anger. By the fame. From the fame authtrity - 184 Merry Andrew. By the fame. From the fame authority - . . . , 8s CONTENTS, xiii A reasonable afflifliox. By the fame. From the fame authority - - 187 Occafioned by verfesfent to the author in his retire- ment. By mrs. Elizabeth Higgons. Written in tkejear 1690. By Geo. Granville, lord Lanf- dovjne. From his " Works" 1736 - - iSS Baucis and Philemon. Imitated from the eighth book of Ovid. Written, 1706. By Jonathan Swift, D.D. dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin. From bis " Mifcellanies," 1711, 1727 - - 193 Verfes on the death of Doctor Sivift. Occafioned bj reading 'a* maxim inRochfoucault. Written by himfelf: Nov. 1731. From the edition of 1739 - -aoo A letter from Italy, To the right honourable Charles lord Halifax. In the year MDCCI. Byjofcpb Addifon, efq. From his " Works" 1753 -216 7*c his perjur'd miflrefs. From Horace. Bylhomat Talden, D. D. From Drydens " Mifcellanj poems" 1727 ... . 113 To a candle. Elegy. By William Congreve, efq. From his "Works," 1715 - - 216 Horace, Book II. Ode W. Imitated. The lord Griffin to the earl of Scarfdale. By Nicholas Roive, efq. poet laur eat. From bis "Works," 1747 . . - - 7 *W CONTENTS. The Indian pbilo/opher. By Ifaac Watts, D. D. From bis " Horae Lyricse," 1758 - - 430 Pttfloral. By Ambrofe Philips, from bis " Paf- torals" &c. 1765 - - 233 To the earl ofDorfet. By the fame. From the fame authority - 24 Tofignora Cuzzoni. By the fame. From the fame ^authority - - - - *4 Z The fplendid Jbilling. An imitation of Milton. By John Philips. From the edition of i 7 1 9 - 244 To a painter. By John Hughes, efq. From his " Poems," 1735 - - 450 The peach Jlcne. By George Jeffreys, efq. From bis ' Mifcellanies ," 1754 - 25* The hermit. By Thomas Parnell, D. D. arch- deacon of Ciogker. From bis " Poems," 1711 453 A fairy tale. In the ancient Englijb Jiile. By the fame. Fmm the fame authority - - 264 Ronald and Dorna. By a higblander, to his mif- trefs. From a literal tranflation of the original. By Aaron Hill, efq. From bis " Works" 1753 271 The meffenger. By the fame. From the fame au- thority - 27 j To the right honourable the earl of Warwick. {On the death of mr. Addifon.] By Thomas Tickell, efq. F rom Addifons " Works" 1753 275 C6NTENTS. XT Tie fatal curiofity. By the fame. From Dry dens " Mifcellane ous poems" 1727 - 279 Retirement. An ode. By Thomas Warton the elder. From bis " Poems," 1745 - 281 An invocation to a water-nymph. By the fame. From the fame authority - -283 4n American lo've-ode. Taken from the feccnd volume of Montagne's Effajs. By the fame* From the fame authority - 284. 'Damon. Apafloral." By Alexander Pope, efq. From bis " Works" 1751 (the notes being omitted) 285 To mrs. M. B. on her birth-day. By the fame. From the fame authority - - - 290 Epiftle to the fame. On her leainng the to be is vfually called Sir Tbamas fVyatt the elder, VOL. I. A 2 W Y ATT. As to be heard where eare is none, As leade to grave in marble Hone, My fong may pearce her hart as foon ; Should we then figh, or fing, or mone ? No, no, my lute, for I have done. 10 The rocks do not fo cruelly Repulfe the waves continually, As me my fuite and affeftion ; So that I am paft remedy, Whereby my lute and I have done. i$ Proude of the fpoyle that thou haft gotte Of fimple hearts, through loves mot, By whome, unkind, thou haft them wonne ; Think not he hath his bow forgott, Although my lute and I have done. 20 Vengeance (hall fall on thy difdaine, That makeft but game on earneft payne ; Think not alone under the funn Unquit to caufe thy lovers playne, Although my lute and I have done. 25 May chance* thee lye withred and old, In winter nights that are fo cold, Playning in vaine unto the moon ; Thy wiihes then dare not be told, Care then who lift, for I have doone. 30 V. 26. chanced. WY ATT. And then may chaunce thee to repent The time that thou haft loft and fpent, To caufe thy lovers fighe and fwone ; Then fhalt thou know beauty but lent, And wilh and want as I have done. 35 Now ceafe, my lute ; this is the laft Labour that thou and I mall waft, And ended is that we begonne ; Now is this fong both fong and paft : My lute, be ftill ; for I have done. 40 A a PRISONER IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED. BY HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY.* Oo cruell prifon howe could betyde, alas ! As proude Windfor ; where I, in luft and joy, Wythe a Kynges fonne, my chyldy (h yeres dyd paffe, In greater feaft than Priams fonnes of Troye ; Where eche fwete place returnes a taftfull fower : 5 The large grene court where we were wont to * hove,' Wyth eyes caft up into the maydens tower, And eafy fighes, fuch as folkes draw in love ; The ftately feates, the ladies brighte of hewe ; The daunces fhort, long tales of greate delight, 10 Wyth woordes and lookes, that tygers could b ut rewe, Where eche of us dyd pleafe the others ryghte ; The palme play, where defpoyled for the game, With dared eyes oft we by gleames of love, Have myft the ball, and gote fighte of our dame, 1 5 To bayte her eyes, whyche kept the leads above ; The gravel ground, wythe fleves tyde on the helme On fomyng horfe, with fwordes and friendly hartes ; Wythe chere as though one {hould another whelme, Where we have fought, and chafed oft with dartes ; 20 * Born 15..; beheaded 1546. V. 6. trove. SURREY. 5 With filver droppes the meade yet fpreade for ruthe, In aftive games of nimblenefs and ftrength, Where we did ftrayne, trayned vvyth fwarmes of youthe, Our tender limmes, that yet (hot up in lengthe ; The fecrete groves which ofte we made refounde, Of pleafant playnte, and of our ladies prayfe, 26 Recordyng oft what grace eche one -had founde, What hope of fpede, what dreade of long delayes ; The wylde forrefte, the clothed ' holtes' with grene, With raynes availed, and fwiftly breathed horfe ; 30 Wyth cry of houndes and merry blaftes betwene, Where we did chafe the feareful hart of force ; The wyde vales eke, that harborde us eche nyghte : Wherewyth (alas) reviveth in my brefte, The fwete accorde, fuch flepes as yet delyght ; 35 The pleafant dreames, the quyet bed of refte ; The fee ret thoughtes imparted with fuch truft ; The wanton talke, the dyvers chaunge of playe ; The friendmip fworne, eche promife kept fo fad ; Wherewith we part the winter nyghte away. 40 And wyth thys thoughte, the bloud forfakes the face, The teares berayne my chekes of deadly hewe, The whyche as foone as fobbyng fighes (alas !) Upfupped have, thus I my playnt renewe : O place of blifle ! renewer of my woes ! 45 Give me accompt where is my noble fere, Whom in thy walles thou doeft eche nyghte enclcfe, To other ' leefe,' but unto me moft ' deere :' y. 29. holes. V. 48. lufc. clecrc. 6 SURREY. Eccho (alas!) that doth my forrow rewe, Returns thereto a hollowe founde of playnt ; 50 Thus I alone, where all my freedome grewe, In pryfon pyne, wythe bondage and reftraynt : And with remembrance of the greater griefe To banifhe the lefie I fynd my chief reliefe. DESCRIPTION AND PRAISE OF HIS LOVE GERALDINE. BY THE SAME. FROM Tufcane came my ladies worthy race, Faire Florence was fometyme her auncient feate ; The Weftern yle whofe pleafant more doth face Wild Cambers clifs, did geve her lyuely heate ; Foilered me was with milke of Irime breft ; 5 Her fire, an erle, her dame, of princes blood ; From tender yeres in Britaine me doth reft, With Kinges childe, where me tafteth coftly foode. Honfdon did firft prefent her to myne yien : Bright is her hewe, and Geraldine me hight ; 10 Hampton me taught to wime her firft for mine, And Windfor, alas, doth chafe me from her fight. Her beauty of kinde, her vertue from above ; Happy is he that can obtain her love 1 ECLOGUE. BY EDMUND SPENSER.* ARGUMENT. IN tbh Aeglogue, Colin Clout, a Jhepheards boy, complaineth himfelfe of his "unfortunate /oue, Seeing but newly (as it feemetb) enamoured of a countrey lajfe called Rofalind : with ivhich firong affe Elian being verie fore trauelled, hee comparetb his carefull cafe to the fad feafon of the yeere, to tbefrofile ground, to the frozen treet, and to his o'wne tulnter-beaten fiocke. And lajlly, finding himfelfe robbed, tf all former pleafance and delight, he breaketb his pipe In peeces t and cajietb himfelfe to the ground. COLIN CLOUT. A SHEPHEARDS boy (no better doe him call), When Winters waftefull fpight was almoft fpent, All in a funftrine day, as did befall, Led forth his flocke, that had been long ypent. So faint they woxe, and feeble in the fold, 5 That now vnnethes their feet could them vphold. * Born 1553; dyed 1598. A 4 8 SPENSER. All as the flieepe, fuch was the fhepheards looke, For pale and wanne he was, (alas the while !) May feem he lov'd, or elfe fome care he tooke : Well couth he tune his pipe, and frame his ftile. Tho to a hill his fainting flock he led, 1 1 And thus him plainde, the while his flieepe there fed. Yee gods of loue, that pittie louers paine, (If any gods the paine of louers pittie :) Looke from aboue, where you in ioyes remaine, 15 And bow your eares vnto my dolefull dittie. And Pan, thou fhepheards god, that once did loue, Pittie the paines that thou thyfelfe didft proue. Thou barren ground whom Winters wrath hath wafted, Art made a mirrour, to behold my plight : 20 Whilom thy frefh Spring flowr'd, and after hafted Thy Sommer proude, with daffadillies dight ; And now is come thy Winters flormie ftate, Thy mantle mard, wherein thou mafkedft late. Such rage as Winters raigneth in my heart, 25 My life-blood freezing, with vnkindly cold : Such flormie ftoures doe breed my balefull fmart, As if my yeeres were wafte, and woxen old. And yet, alas, but now my fpring begonne, And yet, alas, it is already donne. 30 SPENSER. 9 You naked trees, whofe fhadie leaues are loft, Wherein the birds were wont to build their bowre, And now are cloath'd with mofle and hoarie froft, In ftead of bloflbms, wherewith your buds did flowre, I fee your teares, that from your boughs doe raine, Whofe drops in drerie yficles reraaine. 36 Alfo my luftfull leafe is dry and feare, My timely buds with wailing all are wafted : The bloflbm which my branch of youth did beare, With breathed fighs is blowne away, and blafled. And from mine eyes the drizling teares defcend, 41 As on your boughs the yficles depend. Thou feeble flocke, whofe fleece is rough and rent, Whofe knees are weake, through faft, and euill fare, Maift witnefTe well by thy ill gouernment, 45 Thy maifters mind is ouercome with care. Thou weake, I wanne ; thou leane, I quite forlorne ; With mourning pine I, you with pining mourne. A thoufand fithes I curfe that carefull houre, Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to fee : 50 And eke ten thoufand fithes I blefle the floure, Wherein I faw fo faire a fight as fhee. Yet all for nought : fuch fight hath bred my bane : Ah God, that loue fhould breed both ioy and paine ! IO SPENSER. It is not Hobbinol, wherefore I plaine, 55 Albee my loue he feeke with daily fuit : His clownifii gifts and curtefies I difdaine, His kids, his cracknels, and his early fruit. Ah, foolifti Hobbinol, thy gifts been vaine : Colin them gives to Rofalinde againe. 60 I loue thilke lafle, (alas, why doe I loue?) And am forlorne, (alas, why am I lorne ?) Shee deignes not my good will, but doth reproouc, And of my rurall mufick holdeth fcorne. Shepheards deuife fhe hateth as the fnake, 65 And laughes the fongs that Colin Clout does make. Wherefore my pipe, albee rude Pan thou pleafe, Yet for thou pleafeft not where moft I would, And thou vnluckie Mufe, that woontft to eafe My mufmg minde, yet canft not, when thou mould, Both pipe and Mufe, mail fore the while abie : 7 1 So broke his oaten pipe, and downe did lie. By that the welked Phoebus gan auaile His wearie waine, and now the froftie Night Her mantle blacke through heauen gan overhaile ; Which feene, the penfiue boy halfe in defpight Arofe, and homeward droue his funned fheepe, Whofe hanging heads did feem his careful cafe to weepe. SPENSER. It SONNET. BY THE SAME. O N E day I wrote her name vpon the ftrand, But came the waues and warned it away : Againe, I wrote it with a fecond hand, But came the tyde, and made my paines his pray. Vaine man, faid me, that dooft in vaine aflay, 5 A mortal thing fo to immortalize, For I myfelfe mall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewife. Not fo, quoth I, let bafer things deuife To die in dufl, but you (hall Hue by fame : 10 My verfe your virtues rare fliall eternize, And in the heauens write your glorious name. Where, when as death mall all the world fubdew, Our loue fhall Hue, and later Hfe renew. ECLOGUE. BY MICHAEL DRAYTON, ESQ^* VV HAT time the weary weather-beaten fheep, To get them fodder, hie them to the fold, And the poor herds that lately did them keep Shudder'd with keennefs of the winter's cold : The groves of their late fummer pride forlorn, 5 In moiTy mantles fadly feem'd to mourn. That filent time, about the upper world, Phoebus had forc'd his fiery-footed team, And down again the fteep Olympus whirl'd To wafh his chariot in the Weftern ftream, 10 In night's black made, when Rowland, all alone, Thus him complains, his fellow fhepherds gone. You flames, quoth he, wherewith thou heaven art dight, That me (alive) the woful'ft creature view, You, whofe afpedb have wrought me this defpight, And me with hate yet ceafelefsly purfue, 16 For whom too long I tarried for relief, Now afk but death, that only ends my grief. * Born 1563; dyed 1631. D R A Y T O N. IJ Yearly my vows, O heavens, have I not paid, Of the beft fruits, and firftlir.gs of my flock ? 20 And oftentimes have bitterly inveigh'd 'Gainft them that you prophanely dar'd to mock ? O, who (hall ever give what is your due, If mortal man be uprighter than you ? If the deep fighs of an afflifted breaft, 25 O'erwhelm'd with forrow, or th' erected eyea Of a poor wretch with miferies oppreft, For whofe complaints tears never could fuffice, Have not the power your deities to mov -, Who mail e'er look for fuccour from above ? 3* O night, how ftill obfequious have I been, To thy flow filence whifpering in thine ear. That thy pale fovereign often hath been feen Stay to behold me fadly from her fphere, Whilft the flow minutes duly I have told, 35 With watchful eyes attending on my fold ! How oft by thee the folitary fwain, Breathing his paflion to die early fpring, Hath left to hear the nightingale complain, Pleafing his thoughts alone to hear me fing ! 40 The nymphs forfook their places of abode, To hear the founds that from my mufick flow'd. *4 DR AY T ON- TO purge their fprings, and fandtify their grounds. The fimple fhepherds learned I the mean, And fov'reign fimples to their ufe I found, 4$ Their teeming ewes to help when they did yean; Which when again in fummer time they fhare, Their wealthy fleece my cunning did declare. In their warm cotes, whilft they have foundly flept, And pafs'd the night in many a pleafant bower, On the bleak mountains I their flocks have kept, And bid the brunt of many a cruel fhower ; Warring with beafts, in fafety mine to keep, So true was I, and careful of my ftieep. Fortune and time, why tempted you me forth, 55 With thofe your flattering promifes of grace, Fickle, fo falfely to abufe my worth, And now to fly me, whom I did embrace ? Both that at firft encourag'd my defire, Laftly againft me lewdly do confpire. 60 Or nature, did'ft thou prodigally wafte Thy gifts on me unfortunateft fwain, Only thereby to have thyfelf difgrac'd ? Virtue, in me why wert thou plac'd in vain ? If to the world predefdned a prey, 65 Thou wert too good to have been caft away. D R A YTO N. 15 There's not a grove that wond'reth not my woe, Nor not a river weeps not at my tale, I hear the echoes (wand'ring to and fro) Refound my grief through every hill and dale ; The birds and beafts yet in their fimple kind 71 Lament for me, no pity elfe that find. None elfe there is gives comfort to my grief, Nor my mimaps amended with my moan, When heaven and earth have (hut up all relief, 7$ Nor care avails what curelefs now is grown : And tears I find do bring no other good, But as new (hewers increafe the rifmg flood. When on an old tree, under which ere now He many a merry roundelay had fung, 80 Upon a leaflefs canker-eaten bough, His well tun'd bag-pipe carele&ly he hung : And by the fame his (heep-hook, once of price, That had been carv'd with many a rare device. He call'd his dog, (that fome time had the praife) Whitefoot, well known to all that keep the plain, 86 That many a wolf had worried in his days, A better cur there never followed fwain; Which, though as he his matter's forrows knew, Wag'd his cut tail, his wretched plight to rue. 90 t& D R A Y T O N . Poor cur, quoth he, and him therewith did ftroke j Go to your cote, and there thyfelf repofe, Thou with thine age, my heart with forrow broke. Be gone, ere death my reftlefs eyes do clofe ; The time is come thou mufl thy mafter leave, 95- Whom. the vile world {hall never more deceive. With folded arms thus hanging down his head, He gave a groan, his heart in funder cleft, And, as a ftone, already feemed dead Before his breath was fully him bereft : i oo The faithful fwain here laftly made an end, Whom all good fhepherds ever mail defend. SONNET. BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.* \VHEN fortie winters (hall befeige thy brow, And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field, Thy youthes proud liuery, fo gaz'd on now, Will be a totter'd weed of final .worth held : Then, being afkt, where all thy bcautie lies, 5 Where all the treafure of thy lufty daies ; To fay within thine owne deepe-funken eyes, ' Were' an all-eating fliame, and thriftlefle praife. How; much more praife deferu'd thy beauties vfe, If thou couldfl anfwere, this faire child of mine Shall fum my count, and make my old excufe 1 Proouing his beautie by fucccflion thine. This were to be new made when thou art ould, And fee thy blood warme when thou feePft it could. * Born 1564; dyed 1616. V. 8. where. VOL. I. B ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA. BY SIR HENRY WOTTON, KT.* You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly fatisfie our eyes, More by your number, than your light, You common people of the flues, What are you when the Sun fliall rife ? You curious chanters of the wood, 6 That warble forth dame Natures lays, Thinking your voices underflood, By your weak accents, what's your praife When Philomel her voice mail raife ? You violets, that firft appear, 1 1 By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the fpring were all your own, What are you when the Rofe is blown ? * Born 1568; dyed 1639. WOTTO N. 19 So, when my Miftrifs mall be feen In form and beauty of her mind, By vertue firft, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if me were not defign'd Th' eclipfe and glory of her kind ? 20 UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE. BY THE SAME. H E firft deceas'd ; me for a little tri'd To live without him : Hk'd it not, and di'd, THE BAITE. BY JOHN DONNE, D.D^ DEAN OF ST. PAULS.* C o ME live with mee, and bee my love ; And we will fome new pleafures prove Of golden fands, and chriftall brookes, With filken lines, and filver hookes. There will the river whifpring rnnne, 5 Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the funne ; And there th' inamor'd fifli will ftay, Begging themfelves they may betray. When thou wilt fwimme in that live bath, Each fifli, which every channell hath, 10 Will amourously to thee fwimme, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. If thou to be fo feene beeft loath By funne or moone, thou darkneft both ; And if my felfe have leave to fee, 1 5 I need not their light, having thee- * Born 1573; dyed 1631. Tbh fong is In imltatitn of ajtlll more beautiful one by ChriJIopber Maritime, beginning ujith the fame line. DONNE. 21 Let others freez with angling reeds, And cut their legges with fhels and weeds, Or treacherously poore fifh befet, With ftrangling fnare, or windowie net : 20 Let coarfe bold hands from {limy neft The bedded fifh in banks out-wreft, Or curious traitors, fleave filke flies, . Bewitch poore fifties wandring eyes : For thee, thou needft no fuch deceit, 25 For thou thy felfe art thine owne baite ; That fi(h, that is not catch'd thereby, Alas ! is wifer farre than I. EPITAPHS. BY BENJAMIN JONSON, POET LAUREAT.* ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE, TO SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. UNDERNEATH this marble herfe Lies the fubjeft of all verfe, Sidney's lifter, Pembroke's mother ; Death, ere thou haft flain another, Learn'd, and fair, and good as fhe, Time mall throw his dart at thee. ON MICHAEL DRAYTON, DOE, pious marble, let thy readers knowe, What they, and what their children, owe To Draiton's name, whofe facred duft Wee recommend unto thy truft : Proteft his mem'ry, and preferve his florye, Remaine a lafting monument of his glorye ; * Born 1574; dyed 1638. J O N S ON. And when thy mines (hall difclame To be the treas'rer of his name, His name, that cannot fade, mail be An evedafting monument to thee. TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET. BY RICHARD COR B E T, B ISHOP OF NORWICH.* \VHAT I {hall leave thee none can tell, But all {hall fay I wifti thee well : I wifli thee (Vin) before all wealth, Both bodily and ghoftly health : Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee, So much of either may undo thee. 6 I wifti thee learning, not for mow, Enough for to inftruft, and know ; Not fuch as gentlemen require, To prate at table or at fire. i I wifti thee all thy mothers graces, Thy fathers fortunes, and his places. I wifti thee friends, and one at court, Not to build on, but fupport ; To keep thee, not in doing many 15 Oppreffions, but from fuffering any. I wifti thee peace in all thy ways, Nor lazy, nor contentious days ; And, when thy foul and body part, As innocent as now thou art, 20 * Born 1583; dyed 1635. SONGS. BY THOMAS CAREW, E S Q^* MURDRING BEAUTY. I'L gaze no more on her bewitching face, Since ruine harbours there in every place : For my enchanted foul alike fhe drowns With calms and tempefts of her fmiles and frowns. I'l love no more thofe cruel eyes of hers, 5 Which, pleas'd or anger'd, Hill are murderers. For if me dart (like lightning) thro' the ayr Her beams of wrath, fhe kils me with defpair ; If fhe behold me with a pleafing eye, I furfet with exceffe- of joy, and dye. iq ETERNITY OF LOVE PROTESTED. JnLow ill doth he deferve a lover's name, Whofe pale weak flame Cannot retain * Bern 1589; dyed 1639. 26 CAREW. His heat in fpight of abfence or difdain ; But doth at once, like paper fet on fire, 5 Burn and expire ! True love can never change his feat, Nor did he ever love that could retreat. That noble flame, which my breft keeps alive, Shall ftill furvive 10 When my foule's fled ; Nor (hall my love dye when my bodye's dead j That lhall wait on me to the lower {hade, And never fade. My very afhes in their urn i$ Shall, like a hallowed lamp, for ever burn. THE FAREWELL. BY HENRY KING, BISHOP OF CHICHESTER.* Splendidis longum