There to learn law and courtly carriage And shake his head, and cringe his neck and side, The tenants wonder at their landlord's son, More than who vies his pence to view some trick Or the young elephant, or two-tailed steer, Nay, then, his Hodge shall leave the plough and wain, But that which glads and makes him proud'st of all Shall climb up to the chancel pews on hight, And hedge in all the neighbour common lands, And praise his gentle soul, and wish it well, 1 Gratitude, servility (Fr. gré). 2 Friar, 3 A schoolmaster's pointing-rod. 4 Deeds. AN INHOSPITABLE MANSION.1 When Mævio's first page of his poesy, Lays siege unto the backward buyer's groat, Fit for the oven or the kitchen fire: So this gay gate adds fuel to thy thought That such proud piles were never raised for nought. A fragment of old Plato's poesy : The meaning is, "Sir Fool, ye may be gone; Through which it breatheth to the open air, Lo, there the unthankful swallow takes her rest, Nor half that smoke from all his chimneys goes RICHARD BARNFIELD. (1574 - ?) THIS name reminds us that the golden age of Spenser and his fellow-shepherds was not yet over. Only one pastoral song of this poet has acquired a lasting popularity, and few facts 1 From Book V. Satire II. 2 The original method of advertising a book was to nail up the title-page on posts in the streets. Hence the long title-pages of our old books, which read sometimes like title and index in one. 3 Its. 4 Motto. 5 Stuff. 7" Let none enter." 6 A luxurious person. are recorded concerning him. He was of Staffordshire parentage; studied at Brasenose College, Oxford; graduated as Bachelor in Arts in Feb. 1591-2; and was mentioned by Francis Meres in his Wit's Treasury, 1598, as one of the best for pastoral in his time. He published in 1594 a series of sonnets entitled The Affectionate Shepherd, fresh editions of which appeared in 1595 and 1596. His other works were Cynthia, with certain Sonnets, and the Legend of Cassandra, in 1595, and a third volume of poems in 1598, among which is his best known song. This song and another are in England's Helicon, with the signature 'Ignoto,' and also a sonnet bearing his name. AS IT FELL UPON A DAY. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of Myrtles made, Save the Nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her breast uptill a thorn, And there sung the dolefullest ditty, Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry; Teru, Teru, by and bye: That, to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon my own. Ah," thought I, "thou mourn'st in vain ; Careless of thy sorrowing: Even so, poor bird, like thee, BEN JONSON. (1574-1637.) BEN JONSON was ten years younger than Shakespeare, and survived him twenty-one years, living on almost into the troubled close of Charles I.'s reign. He was born in the north of England, the posthumous son of a minister, or preacher, in London, who came originally of a Scottish family in Annandale. Jonson's widowed mother was married a second time to a bricklayer; and her son, after a period of soldier life in the Low Countries, settled in London, married, and took to literature and the stage as a means of livelihood. The main bulk of his works consisted of Dramas and Masks, of which he produced in all more than fifty; but he wrote also a considerable quantity of nondramatic verse in the form of Epigrams, Elegies, Songs, Epistles, and miscellaneous pieces. The massive force and the versatility of his genius were extraordinary. When the world had had enough of his Plays, he flung off a succession of brilliant revelries for the Court; he assailed beauty with a ponderous homage and in songs as graceful as the spray on a wave; he could write witty epistles to his great friends and tender little epitaphs on dead children; he added another to the glorious memories of Penshurst, and left the best contemporary criticism of Shakespeare that we have. In 1616, the year of Shakespeare's death, Jonson was at the height of his fame. In that year he received a lifepension of a hundred marks from King James; he also collected his own works and published them in two volumes, grouping his non-dramatic verse in two series under the heads The Forest and Underwoods. It was at this date, also, that he ceased writing for the theatres, intending henceforward to produce only Entertainments for the Court; but in the early part of Charles I.'s reign he was compelled by poverty to resume the old kind of work. In 1630 Charles ratified Jonson's pension, raising it from marks to pounds, and adding thereto "one tierce of Canary Spanish wine yearly" from the cellars of Whitehall. Nevertheless, in spite of Charles's kindness, Jonson's last years were sad ones; and, when the old lion died in 1637, the latest survivor of an im 1 mortal group of poets, he was solitary and poor. His grave is in the north aisle of Westminster Abbey. England was too busy in those years to build him a monument; but a young squire from Oxfordshire, visiting the spot, gave eighteenpence to a workman to engrave upon the flagstone that covered him this epitaph:-O Rare Ben Jonson! AN ODE TO HIMSELF. Where dost thou careless lie? It is the common moth That eats on wits and arts, and so destroys them both. Are all the Aonian springs Dried up? Lies Thespia waste? Doth Clarius' harp want strings, That not a nymph now sings? Or droop they as disgraced, To see their seats and bowers by chattering pies defaced? If hence thy silence be, As 'tis too just a cause, Let this thought quicken thee: Minds that are great and free Should not on fortune pause; 'Tis crown enough to virtue still,—her own applause. What though the greedy fry Be taken with false baits Of worded balladry, And think it poesy? They die with their conceits, And only piteous scorn upon their folly waits. Then take in hand thy lyre, Strike in thy proper strain, With Japhet's line aspire Sol's chariot for new fire To give the world again : Who aided him will thee, the issue of Jove's brain. |