124 MARLOWE. — RALEIGH. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593. Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? * Come live with me, and be my love, The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. Faustus. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. Silence in love bewrays more woe A beggar that is dumb, you know, The Silent Lover. Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. Verses to Edmund Spenser. * Quoted by Shakspeare. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5. SYLVESTER.- BARNFIELD. - GREVILLE. 125 JOSHUA SYLVESTER. 1563-1618. Go, Soul, the body's guest, Fear not to touch the best : The truth shall be thy warrant, And give the world the lie. The Soul's Errand.* RICHARD BARNEIELD. [Born circa 1570.) As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. Address to the Nightingale.† FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628. O wearisome condition of humanity! And out of mind as soon as out of sight. ‡ Sonnet lvi. Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of "The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh. This song, often attributed to Shakspeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of Poems in Divers Humours, published in 1598. And when he is out of sight quickly also is he out of mind. SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639. How happy is he born or taught, The Character of a Happy Life, You meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light! Ibid. To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's Preface to the Elements of Architecture.* stuff. DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631. We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought. Funeral Elegies on the Progress of the Soul. She and comparisons are odious.† Reliquiae Wottoniana. Elegy 8. The Comparison. † Cf. Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Pt. iii. Sc. 3, Mem: 1, Subs. 2. BEN JONSON. 1574-1637. Drink to me only with thine eyes, The Forest. To Celia. Still to be neat, still to be drest The Silent Women. Act i. Sc. 6. Give me a look, give me a face, They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. Ibid. In small proportion we just beauties see, Underneath this stone doth lie Epitaph on Elizabeth. Εἰ δὲ βού * Ἐμοὶ δὲ μόνοις πρόπινε τοῖς ὄμμασιν. λει, τοῖς χείλεσι προσφέρουσα, πλήρου φιλημάτων τὸ ἔκπωμα. καὶ οὕτως δίδου. PHILOSTRATUS. Letter xxiv. Underneath this sable hearse Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke. The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! A little further, to make thee a room. * To the Memory of Shakspeare. Small Latin, and less Greek. Ibid. He was not of an age, but for all time. Ibid. Sweet swan of Avon! Ibid. Get money; still get money, boy; No matter by what means.† Every Man in his Humor. Act ii. Sc. 3. *Cf. Basse, p. 160. † Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; Pope. Horace, Ep. i. Book 1. |