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such a supposition; and from the mention of her name, but in one song, should imagine her not to be Lucasta, but one of those "of the female sex who admired and adored him." I cannot however but admit that there appears to me a strong resemblance between this portrait and the print of Lucasta engraved by Faithorne from a picture of Lely. This last Mr. Granger considers as imaginary from the words "P. Lilly invt.” I apprehend, however, that this might apply to the costume and accompaniments of the figure, which would hardly have occupied the pencil of Lily, had it been altogether invention. In the collection of "Elegies, sacred to the memory of the author, by several of his friends," subjoined to this volume is a contribution also from another brother under the signature of T. L.
E. V. U.
Feb. 18, 1809.
ART. VI. Old Madrigals.
From "Bateson's English Madrigals." 1604,
"Your shining eyes and golden hair,
Your lily-rosed lips most fair,
Men cannot chuse but like them well:
If Love be blind, how hath he then the sight
The mightiest conquerors to bring to ground?
O no, he is not blind, but I that led
My thoughts the ways that bring to restless fears; Nor yet a boy, but I that live in dread,
Mixed with hope, and seek for joy in tears."
"Who prostrate lies at women's feet,
Are oftentimes deceived at last;
From "An Howre's Recreation in Musicke, by Rich. Alison." 1606.
"O heavy heart, whose harms are hid, Thy help is hurt, thy hap is hard;
If thou should'st break, as God forbid,
Then should desert want his reward. Hope well to have, hate not sweet thought, Foul cruel storms fair calms have brought, After sharp showers the sun shines fair, Hope comes likewise after despair."
In hope a king* doth go to war,
In hope a lover lives full long,
In hope just men do suffer wrong;
See Ellis's Specimens.
Though wit bids will to blow retreat,
Will cannot work as wit would wish.
Too late for wit to bid take heed,
But yet it seems a foolish drift
To follow will and leave the wit; The wanton horse that runs too swift,
May well be stay'd upon the bit;
"From the same.
"There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow:
Of orient pearl a double row,
They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow :
Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill All that approach with eye or hand,
From “ the Phænix Nest.” 1593. « Sweet violets, Love's * paradise, that spread
Your gracious odours, which you couched bear
Within your paly faces
That plays amidst the plain,
If by the favour of propitious stars you gain
Be proud to touch those places,
You honours of the flow'ry meads, I pray,
You pretty daughters of the earth and sun,
My bitter sighs that have my heart undone.
Whose radiant bright disgraces
Ah! if her virgin hand
Do pluck you pure, ere Phæbus view the land,
If chance my mistress traces
And tell Love's torments sorrowing for her friend,
Report fair Venus' moans withouten end.
From "Morley's Canzonets." 1597
"When lo! by break of morning,
Gach'ring sweet violets and cowslips plenty,
From "Willye's Madrigals." 1598.
"Flora gave me fairest flowers,
None so fair in Flora's treasure;
"Ye restless thoughts that harbour discontent,
From "Weelkes's Ballets and Madrigals." 1598.
"Sweet Love, I will no more abuse thee,
Nor with my [wanton] voice accuse thee,
Sweet heart, arise, why do you sleep