The pliant water, moved with anything Let fall into it, puts her motion out And lastly, great Prince, mark and pardon me: As in a flourishing and ripe fruit-tree, With leaves and branches, they to bear and shield Obscured, though her Promethean faculty Can create man, and make even death to live, 140 For which she should live honour'd. Kings should give grace, The prince full of high promise to whom this dedication was addressed died in the following year, in November, 1611, and was lamented in verse by many of the poets. We have lyric verse also from a pair of dramatists who worked together, and whose plays, like those of Cyril Tourneur, belong entirely to the reign of James I., while most of their fellow-playwrights either began under Elizabeth, or ended under Charles I., or, like Ben Jonson, wrote in all three reigns. There was ten years' difference of age between them: John Fletcher, the elder, born in 1576, survived his friend nine years, continued to write, and died at the end of James's reign in 1625, aged forty-nine. Francis Beaumont died at the age of thirty, in 1616, the same year as Shakespeare. Their first printed verses were in praise of Ben Jonson, prefixed in 1607 to the first edition of his "Volpone," and for the remaining nine years of Beaumont's life, from twentyone to thirty, they wrote plays together. Beaumont's poetical taste, it was said, controlled, in their joint work, Fletcher's luxuriance of wit and fancy. He is ever good, and must Thus be honoured. Daffodillies, Roses, pinks, and lovéd lilies, Let us fling, Whilst we sing, Ever holy, Ever holy, Ever honoured, ever young! Thus great Pan is ever sung. The next is a song from "The Mad Lover:" THE BATTLE OF PELUSIUM. Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in; Bows, bills, glaves, arrows, shields, and spears! From the usurer to his sons, there a current swiftly runs; From the sons to queans in chief, from the gallant to the thief; From the thief unto his host; from the host to husbandmen; From the country to the court; and so it comes to us again. How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it! The tides of gold and silver ebb and flow in a minute. John Webster, who lived on into the time of the Commonwealth, wrote two of his finest plays in the reign of James I. From one of them, "The White Devil, or Vittoria Corombona," we take a dirge, of which Charles Lamb said that he knew nothing like it, except the ditty that reminds Ferdinand of his drowned father in "The Tempest." "As that is of the water, watery; so this is of the earth, earthy. Both have that intenseness of feeling which seems to resolve itself into the elements which it contemplates." A DIRGE. Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, Thomas Heywood, who also began to write in Elizabeth's reign, said that he had a hand in two hundred and twenty plays; but only twenty-three have reached us. From his "Fair Maid of the Exchange" let us take A MESSAGE TO PHILLIS. Ye little birds that sit and sing And see how Phillis sweetly walks, Go, pretty birds, about her bower; Go, tell her, through your chirping bills, FRANCIS BACON. From the Portrait prefixed to his Posthumous Works (1657). LIFE. The world's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span; In his conception wretched, from the womb So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears: The light and graceful Euphuism which in Elizabeth's reign filled our poetry with dainty conceit that disarmed criticism by its lively turns of wit and fancy, hardened under James I., in many writers, into a pedantic strain to be ingenious. If the king's clumsy trifling was according to his nature, it was also according to his time. Italian influence upon the outward forms of literature was not yet superseded, but was in decay; and the characters of that Later Euphuism which gave rise among the poets to what Dr. Johnson, not knowing what it was or what to call it, styled, for inscrutable reasons, "metaphysical poetry," were manifest at the same time in the literatures of Italy herself, of Spain, and of France. In Italy Marino, in Spain Gongora, had about the same time like characters in literary history to those which distinguished in this country Dr. John Donne as a type of the later euphuistic style. In Spain those whom we called in England Euphuists were called Conceptistas, and our Later Euphuists (miscalled "metaphysical" poets) corresponded to those men of their own day who live in the history of Spanish literature as the "Cultos." In France such writers were known as the Pleiades, and in Italy, after Marino, whose style was not cause but consequence of the surrounding changeand who was a better poet than Donne-they were called Marinisti. Here is Donne writing upon a primrose : Live, Primrose, then, and thrive And women, whom this flower doth represent, We seem to have left Marlowe very far behind when we find Donne echoing his music in this fashion: THE BAIT. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands and crystal brooks, With silken lines and silver hooks. There will the river whisp'ring run Warm'd by thy eyes more than the sun, And there th' enamoured fish will stay, Begging themselves they may betray. When thou wilt swim in that live bath, If thou to be so seen beest loath, Let others freeze with angling reeds, Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, Or curious traitors, sleavesilk flies, Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes. For thee, thou need'st no such deceit, For thou thyself art thine own bait. That fish, that is not catch'd thereby, Alas, is wiser far than I. 10 20 John Donne, born in 1572, son of a London merchant, was trained at both Oxford and Cambridge, travelled on the Continent, and then became secretary to Chancellor Ellesmere. But he offended Lady Ellesmere by marrying her niece, and suffered many troubles while a sickly family increased about him. For some years Sir Francis Woolley, of Pirford in Surrey, befriended him, and afterwards Sir Robert Drury. His long and careful study of the points in controversy between the English Reformed Church and the Church of Rome, and his loyal views upon the oaths of supremacy and allegiance, brought him King James's favour. After a conscientious delay of three years that reflects honour upon him, Donne JOHN DONNE. From the Portrait prefixed to his Poems (1669). yielded to the king's suggestion that he should enter the Church. By the king's command, Cambridge gave the degree of Doctor of Divinity, and in a few years James had conferred on Donne the Deanery of St. Paul's in a fashion that, no doubt, seemed witty and pleasant to them both. The king invited Donne to dinner, sat down himself, and said, "Dr. Donne, I have invited you to dinner; and though you sit not down with me, I will carve you of a dish I know you love well; for, knowing you love London, I do therefore make you Dean of St. Paul's. when I have dined, then take your beloved dish home to your study, say grace there to yourself, and much good may it do you." And Another illustrator of the decay of Euphuism was Joshua Sylvester. He expected to be remembered by remote posterity as translator of the works of a now neglected French Protestant poet, Guillaume Saluste du Bartas, whose chief work, "La Sepmaine," was a religious poem in highest repute from the close of Queen Elizabeth's reign until the time of Charles I. Prefixed to his translation were "shaped verses," arranged as columns, altars, pyramids, for which the fashion was extending in the reign of James. Ben Jonson, Samuel Daniel, Joseph Hall, and other good writers, highly praised Joshua Sylvester's version of Du Bartas. This is its praise as sounded by John Davies, of Hereford : IN PRAISE OF THE TRANSLATOR. If divine Bartas (from whose blessed braines As made their vertues seat the high'st extream; Then, Josuah, the sun of thy bright praise Shall fixéd stand in Art's fair firmament Till dissolution date Time's nights and dayes, Sith right thy lines are made to Bartas bent, Whose compass circumscribes (in spacious words) The Universall in particulars; And thine the same, in other tearms, affords : So, both your tearms agree in friendly wars: If thine be only his, and his be thine, They are (like God) eternall, sith divine. 10 Here are some of Joshua Sylvester's secular ingenuities: AN ACROSTIC SONNET ON HIS OWN NAME. Jn paine 'tis paine past pleasures to record; O how it grieves in grief to think of gladnesse, S mart after smiles ingenders treble sadnesse : Use of delight makes dolour more abhorr'd. A h, what availes mee (then) thy wonted favour? High hopes dejected double in despaire, So ev'ry smile-beame of thy sun-shine faire, Y f now thou frowne, makes ev'ry torment graver: Love, think not, then, ah think not it sufficeth V nto thy merit, that thou didst affect mee; E ven that remembrance, if you now neglect mee, ST ings more than all-else sorrow that ariseth. E asie's his pain, who never pleasure proved, Rougher, disdaine, to him that hath beene loved. ACROSTITELIOSTICHON. R are type of gentrie, and true Vertues star R Breake still the best threades of our busie we B But this sonnet is daintier : THE BROKEN CHARM. Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air, And thrice three times tie-up this true love-knot; Go burn these poisoned weeds in that blue fire, In vain are all the charms I can devise! 10 10 |