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Envy the next, Envy with squinted eyes;
Sick of a strange disease, his neighbour's health ;
Else his own maw doth eat with spiteful will:
Each eye through divers optics slily leers,
Which both his sight and object's self bely;
When needs he must, yet faintly, then he praises ;
Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises :
The poem is supposed to be sung by a Shepherd, which gives the poet an opportunity of introducing several interesting descriptions of rural scenery.
The following stanzas are pretty and fanciful.
The flow'rs that, frighten'd with sharp winter's dread,
Retire into their mother Tellus' womb,
The early violet will fresh arise,
Spreading his flower'd purple to the skies;
The heliotrope to cloth of gold aspires ;
The lily, high her silver grogram rears;
The pansy, her wrought velvet garment bears ;
The introduction to the ninth canto is poetical, and worth quoting.
The bridegroom Sun, who late the earth espous’d,
Leaves his star-chamber; early in the east
His shines the Earth soon latch'd to gild her flow'rs :
Phosphor his gold-fleec'd drove folds in their bow'rs,
The cheerful lark, mounting from early bed,
With sweet salutes awakes the drowsy light;
Earth seems a mole-hill, men but ants to be;
Teaching the proud, that soar to high degree,
The lines which succeed on the decay of human greatness, and the ruin of principalities and powers, are some of the finest and most spiritedin the poem, and for which the author has our unqualified praise.
“ Fond man, that looks on Earth for happiness,
And here long seeks what here is never found!
Nor can we pay the fine, and rentage due:
Though now but writ, and seal’d, and giv'n anew,
At ev'ry loss 'gainst heav'n's face repining?
There now the hart fearless of greyhound feeds,
And loving pelican in fancy breeds:
That all the east once grasp'd in lordly paw?
Or he which 'twixt a lion and a pard,
Through all the world with nimble pinions far'd,
Or note of these great monarchies we find :
But when this second life and glory fades,
And sinks at length in time's obscurer shades,
That monstrous beast, which, nursd in Tiber's fen,
Did all the world with hideous shape affray ; That fill’d with costly spoil his gaping den, · And trode down all the rest to dust and clay:
His battring horns, pullid out by civil hands
And iron teeth, lie scatter'd on the sands;
O'ershadows half the Earth, whose dismal sight
Who then shall look for happiness beneath ?
Where each new day proclaims chance, change, and death, And life itself's as fit as is the air we breathe. Fletcher's description of fear is as follows:Still did he look for some ensuing cross,
Fearing such hap as never man befel : No mean he knows, but dreads each little loss (With tyranny of fear distraught) as Hell.
His sense, he dare not trust (nor eyes, nor ears);
And when no other cause of fright appears,
His sword unseemly long he ready drew:
His shrieks, at ev'ry danger that appears,
Shaming the knight-like arms he goodly bears :
Next him was Feare, all arm’d from top to toe,
Gainst whom he alwayes bent a brasen shield,
We concur in Mr. Headley's opinion, that
“ There seems to be more nature and real poetry in Fletcher's describing him as but starting at the sight of his arms, than in Spenser, who on the same occasion represents him as absolutely - flying fast aray;" but perhaps Spenser has heightened the image by making him equally terrified with the sound of them as the sight; this is omitted in Fletcher."
To these observations may be added, that there is great propriety in the bewildered air which Spenser gives him in the last line.
The following stanza possesses considerable merit.
Grief, of a heary nature, steady lies,
And seldom comes, and soon away will go:
Some secret pow'r here all things orders so,
Painting through heat, hang down her drooping head,
And with new pride her silken leaves display;
And, while the sun doth now more gently play,
The conception of Thumos, or Wrath, is forcible, and his attributes appropriate.
Thumos the fourth, a dire, revengeful swain ;
Whose soul was made of flames, whose flesh of fire,
But when dead paleness in his cheek took seizure,
And all the blood in's boiling heart did treasure,
Strove which should paint revenge in proper colours :
His trembling hand a dagger still embrac'd,
Which in his friend he rashly oft encas'd:
We have omitted the intermediate stanza in the above description, but shall quote it in this place, for the purpose of shewing the singular skill with which the poet has availed himself of a very mean image, and which he has indeed elevated into something like dignity. It is, in plain prose, nothing more than a comparison of the rage of Thumos to a kettle, full of boiling water, on the fire.
Like as when waters, wall’d with brazen wreath,
Are sieg'd with crackling flames, their common foe;
Nor can be held; but forc'd with fires below,
Tossing their waves, break out, and all o'erflow:
Upon the whole, we think we have adduced sufficient specimens to shew that, although Fletcher had not much originality of invention or power of combination, he possessed a luxuriant fancy, and a pleasing vein of poetry.
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ART. XII. A true discourse of Sir Anthony Sherley's Travele into
Persia, what accidents did happen in the waye, both goeinge thither and returning backe, with the businesse he was employed in, from the Sophie. Written by George Manwaring, gentleman, who attended on Sir Anthony all the jorneye.--MS.
Sir Anthony Sherley, the history of whose singular journey into Persia, the manuscript which stands at the head of this article professes to record, was the second son of Sir Thomas Sherley, of Wiston, in Sussex, and was born in 1565. He had two brothers, Sir Thomas Sherley, his elder, and Mr. Robert Sherley, his younger brother, all distinguished for their adventurous and romantic dispositions. It is, however, with Sir Anthony that we have chiefly to do in this article, although we shall have occasion to notice incidentally his two brothers, and especially Mr. Robert Sherley, his companion in this extraordinary enterprize. On Sir Anthony, his friends bestowed “ those learnings which were fit for a gentleman's ornament;" and after having taken his degree at Oxford, he entered into the service of his sovereign, ,“ in which he ran many courses of divers fortune, according to the condition of the wars.”—He first joined