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Why then should lovers (most will say)
Love is like youth : he thirsts for age,
But when proceeding times assuage
We know that Hope and Love are twins ;
But what is this ? unconstant, frail,
Which, if we lose it, we bewail;
When Love thus in his centre ends,
Are shaken off; while Doubt and Grief,
Stand in his council as the chief.
These lines I write not to remove
The best attempts by mortals made
Yet never will I men persuade
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
John Fletcher, son of the bishop of London, was born in
1576, and Francis Beaumont in 1585; but it is impossible to separate two names so closely united during their lives. It is generally supposed that Fletcher was superior in wit and imagination, Beaumont, (though the younger man) io taste and judgment. Their earliest composition was « The Woman hater," printed in 1707, 4to. Beaumont died in the twenty-ninth, and Fletcher in the forty-ninth year of his age. They were both educated in the University of Cambridge.
[In“ The Knight of the Burning Pestle.”]
But contented lives for aye:
[In“ The Nice Valour.”] Hence all you vain delights, As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
But only melancholy,
Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes;
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
A midnight bell, a parting groan,
These are the sounds we feed upon! Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
[In“ The Masque,” &c.]
YE should stay longer if we durst-
And not a creature nigh them,
And keep him ever by them.
A sad Song
[In “ The Queen of Corinth.”]
WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan !