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Denying water to the amorous thirst.
Thou taught'st fair eyes to lose

The glory of their light,
Restrain’d from men, and on themselves


Thou, in a lawn didst first Those golden hairs incase

Late spread unto the wind.

Thou madest loose grace unkind,
Gay'st bridle to their words, art to their pace.

Oh honour! it is thou
Who mad'st that stealth which love does

free allow,
It is thy work that brings

Our griefs and torments thus.

But, thou fierce lord of nature and of love, The qualifier of kings,

What dost thou here with us

That art below thy power, shut from above i Go, and from us remove, Trouble the mighty's sleep,

Let us neglected, base,

Live still without thy grace,
And th' use of th' ancient happy ages keep!
Let's love! this life of ours
Can make no truce with time, that all devours.


[In Hymen's Triumph.]


Love is a sickness full of woes,

All remedies refusing;
A plant that most with cutting grows.

More barren with best using : :
More we enjoy it, more it dies ;
If not enjoy’d, it sighing cries,

Hey, ho!

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Love is a torment of the mind,

A tempest everlasting ;
And Jove hath made it of a kind

Not well, nor full, nor fasting:
More we enjoy it, more it dies ;
If not enjoy’d, it sighing cries,

Hey, ho!


Contemporary with Shakspeare, and one of the most distin

guished tragic poets of his age. He translated, in 1587, Coluthus's Rape of Helen, into English rhyme. He also translated the Elegies of Ovid. This book was printed at Middleburgh, without date, and was ordered to be burnt at Stationers' Hall, in 1599, by command of the archbishop of Canterbury and bishop of London. Marlowe afterwards began a translation of the Loves of Hero and Leander, vulgarly attributed to Musæus, but the work was interrupted by his death. “ I learn from Mr. Malone (says Mr. “ Warton), that Marlowe finished only the two first “ Sestiads, and about one hundred lines of the third ; Chap“ man did the remainder.” His plays were, 1.“ Tamer“ lane, the great Scythian Emperor, two parts.” 3.“ The “ rich Jew of Malta.” 4.“ The tragical History of the Life 6 and Death of Dr. John Faustus.” 5.“ Lust's Dominion.” 6.“ The Tragedy of King Edward the Second. 7. “ The “Tragedy of Dido, Queen of Carthage. It is to be lamented that these plays have not been collected and published, because the writings of Shakspeare's distinguished contem

poraries, would prove the best comment on his works. Marlowe was killed during an affray in a brothel, rather before

1593. His birth, therefore, may be placed, with some probability, about 1562; for it is unlikely that he could have acquired a great reputation as an author and actor much before the age of thirty; and it is to be hoped that he did not meet with such a death at a more advanced age. Of the two following specimens, the first exhibits the most striking beauties, and the second the characteristic defects, of his style,


Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Slippers lin’d choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs :
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing,
For thy delight, each May morning :
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.


[From England's Parnassus.]

I WALKED along a stream, for pureness rare, · Brighter than sunshine, for it did acquaint The dullest sight with all the glorious prey,

That in the pebble-paved channel lay.

No molten chrystal, but a richer mine,

E’en nature's rarest alchemy ran there, Diamonds resolv’d, and substance more divine, Through whose bright gliding current might

appear, A thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine,

Enamelling the banks, made them more dear Than ever was that glorious palace-gate, Where the day-shining sun in triumph sate.

Upon this brim, the eglantine and rose,

The tamarisk, olive, and the almond tree, As kind companions, in one union grows,

Folding their twind'ring arms, as oft we see Turtle-taught lovers, either other close,

Lending to dulness feeling sympathy.

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