better still, of his own thoughts, without minding Rymer's abuse of "the tragedies of the last age." His native stream of Avon would then have flowed with softer murmurs to the ear, and his pleasant birth-place, Stratford, would in that case have worn even a more gladsome smile than it does, to the eye of fancy!-Poets however have a sort of privileged after-life, which does not fall to the common lot: the rich and mighty are nothing but while they are living: their power ceases with them: but "the sons of memory, the great heirs of fame" leave the best part of what was theirs, their thoughts, their verse, what they most delighted and prided themselves in, behind them-imperishable, incorruptible, immortal!-Sir John Beaumont (the brother of our dramatist) whose loyal and religious effusions are not worth much, very feelingly laments his brother's untimely death in an epitaph upon him. "Thou should'st have followed me, but death to blame Beaumont's verses addressed to Ben Jonson at the Mermaid, are a pleasing record of their friendship, and of the way in which they "fleeted the time carelessly" as well as studiously "in the golden age" of our poetry. [Lines sent from the Country with two unfinished Comedies, which deferred their merry meetings at the Mermaid.] "The sun which doth the greatest comfort bring Than here, good only for the sonnet's strain, Like where he will, and make him write worse yet: And so must I do this: and yet I think It is a potion sent us down to drink By special providence, keep us from fights, Make us not laugh when we make legs to knights; 'Tis this that keeps our minds fit for our states, A medicine to obey our magistrates. * Methinks the little wit I had is lost * So in Rochester's Epigram. "Sternhold and Hopkins had great qualms, When they translated David's Psalms." Held up at tennis, which men do the best With the best gamesters. What things have we seen So nimble, and so full of subtile flame, As if that every one from whence they came And had resolv'd to live a fool the rest Of his dull life; then when there hath been thrown For three days past, wit that might warrant be For the whole city to talk foolishly, Till that were cancell'd; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty, though but downright fools more wise." I shall not in this place repeat Marlowe's celebrated song, "Come live with me and be my love," nor Sir Walter Raleigh's no less celebrated answer to it (they may both be found in Walton's Complete Angler, accompanied with scenery and remarks worthy of them); but I may quote as a specimen of the high and romantic tone in which the poets of this age thought and spoke of each other the "Vision upon the conceipt of the Fairy Queen," understood to be by Sir Walter Raleigh. "Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Whose tomb fair Love, and fairer Virtue kept. At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept ; Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed, And groans of buried ghosts the Heav'ns did pierce, A higher strain of compliment cannot well be conceived than this, which raises your idea even of that which it disparages in the comparison, and makes you feel that nothing could have torn the writer from his idolatrous enthusiasm for Petrarch and his Laura's tomb, but Spenser's magic verses and diviner Faery Queen-the one lifted above mortality, the other brought from the skies! The name of Drummond of Hawthornden is in a manner entwined in cypher with that of Ben Jonson. He has not done himself or Jonson any credit by his account of their conversation; but his Sonnets are in the highest degree elegant, harmonious, and striking. It appears to me that they are more in the manner of Petrarch than any others that we have, with a certain intenseness in the sentiment, an occasional glitter of thought, and uniform terseness of expression. The reader may judge for himself from a few examples. "I know that all beneath the moon decays, And what by mortals in this world is wrought "Fair moon, who with thy cold and silver shine * His mistress. |