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Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,

Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

If I lack'd anything.

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*A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here':

Love said, “You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear,

I cannot look on Thee.'
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,

• Who made the eyes but I ?'

• Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them : let my


Go where it doth deserve.' · And know you not,' says Love, Who bore the


“My dear, then I will serve.' •You must sit down,' says Love, “and taste my

So I did sit and eat.

Geo. Herbert.




Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,

My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,

My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope's true gage ;
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer;

No other balm will there be given;
Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,

Travelleth towards the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains :

There will I kiss

The bowl of bliss;
And drink mine everlasting fill
Upon every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before ;
But after it will thirst no more.

Sir W. Raleigh.



Even such is Time, that takes in trust

Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;

Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.

Sir W. Raleigh. NOTES


Page 1, line 1—'Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings. Compare with the opening line Lyly's verse on p. 44 :

Who is't now we hear?
None but the lark so shrill and clear ;
Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings,

The morn not waking till she sings.' and Davenant's

"The lark now leaves his watery nest
And climbing shakes his dewy wings ...'


Page 3, line 1-Phoebus, arise!' The text (except in the three concluding lines) is that of the Maitland Club reprint (1832) of the 1616 edition, the last published during Drummond's lifetime. The ending there given, however,

"The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue :
Here is the pleasant place,

And everything, save her, who all should grace.' seems comparatively weak.

Page 3, line 4-Memnon's mother Aurora.

Page 4, line 9—by Penéus' streams. It was by Penéus, in the vale of Tempe, that Phæbus met and loved Daphne, daughter of the river-god.-Ovid's Metaph., Lib. I.

Page 4, line 12–When two thou did to Rome appear. Cf. Livy, xxviii. II (of the second Punic War, B.C. 206): In civitate tanto discrimine belli sollicita ... multa prodigia nuntiabantur . et Albae duos soles visos referebant.' A like phenomenon is mentioned again in xxxix. 14 (B.C. 204).

Cf. also Pliny, Natural History, ii. 31. Thus translated by Philemon Holland: 'Over and besides, many Sunnes are seen at once, neither above nor beneath the bodie of the true Sunne indeed, but crosswise and overthwart : never neere, nor directly against the earthe, neither in the night season, but when the Sunne either riseth or setteth. Once they are reported to have been seene


at noone day in Bosphorus, and continued from morne to even.' (This is from Aristotle, Meteor. iii. 2, 6.) Three Sunnes together our Auncitors in old time have often beheld, as namely, when Sp. Posthumius with Q. Mutius, Q. Martius with M. Porcius, M. Antonius with P. Dolabella, and Mar. Lepidus with L. Plancus were consuls. Yea, and we in our daies have seene the like, in the time of Cl. Cæsar of famous memorie, his consulship, together with Cornelius Orsitus his colleague. More than three we never to this day find to have been seene together.'

Drummond's reference is perhaps to the famous instance italicised.

Page 4, line 19These purple ports of death. Elsewhere Drummond speaks of the lips as those coral ports of bliss.' 'Lips, double port of love.' Ports = gates.

Page 4, line 24-Night like a drunkard reels. Professor Masson compares Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. iii. l. 4:

"And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.'

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Page 5-Corydon, arise, my Corydon.' This artless and beautiful song is from England's Helicon, where it is signed Ignoto. Like most pieces thus subscribed it has been attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh, but with no good reason.


Page 7-'Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn': line 2, the god unshorn: Imberbis Apollo. For a full account of the May-day customs alluded to in this glowing pastoral, consult Brand's Popular Antiquities, vol. i. pp. 212 599.


Page 10— Is not thilke the merry month of May.. From The Shepherd's Calendar: May. This is one of the few instances in which I have ventured to make a short extract from a long poem and present it as a separate lyric.


Page 11- See where my Love a-maying goes.' From Francis Pilkington's First Set of Madrigals, 1614.


Page 15—'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.' The advice is of course a commonplace of the poets; but Herrick's opening lines seem to be taken direct from Ausonius, 361, 11. 49 50 :

Collige, virgo, rosas, dum flos novus et nova pubes,
Et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum.'

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