So, when my mistress shall be seen Th' eclipse and glory of her kind? ["Written, on that amiable princess, Elizabeth, daughter of James I. and wife of the Elector Palatine, who was chosen King of Bohemia, Sept. 5, 1619." PERCY. In Chambers' Scottish Songs, vol. ii. p. 31, this beautiful song is printed with three additional verses, and attributed to Lord Darnley, "written it is said in praise of the beauty of Queen Mary, before their marriage." These are the other verses, Mr. Chambers prints them from an old copy : You glancing jewels of the East, But ah! poor light, gem, voice, and sound, The rose, and lily, the whole spring, Unto her breath for sweetness speed; The diamond darkens in the ring; When she appears, the moon looks dead, In a little publication bearing date 1663, entitled, "A crew of Kind London Gossips, to which is added ingenious poems," the last verse of the additions is found, the rhyme in the second line is made run,' and the two last lines are thus given : If she appear the moons undone, As in the presence of the sun. There can be no good grounds for printing the song as Lord Darnley's!] THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. SIR HENRY WOTTON. How happy is he born or taught, Whose passions not his masters are; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Who envies none, whom chance doth raise, Who God doth late and early pray With a well chosen book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands THE BAIT. JOHN DONNE. Born 1574-Died 1631. Come live with me and be my love, There will the river whisp'ring run, When thou wilt swim in that live bath, If thou, to be so seen, be'st loath, Let others freeze with angling reeds, With strangling snares, or windowy net; * Walton, who was a good judge of fish, reads " enamell'd.” Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest, For thee thou need'st no such deceit, [From Donne's Works, 1635: it is in imitation of Marlowe's Shepherd's song. Isaak Walton, in his Angler, says, "I will speak you a copy of verses that were made by Dr. Donne, and made to shew the world that he could make soft and smooth verses when he thought smoothness worth his labour; and I love them better, because they allude to rivers, fish, and fishing." Walton reckons them among the "choice verses of other days."] TO CELIA. BEN JONSON. Born 1574-Died 1637. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I'll not look for wine: The thirst that from the soul doth rise, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not wither'd be: But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells, I swear, ["Of this song," says Ritson, "Anacreon, had Anacreon written in English, need not have been ashamed." Richard Cumberland tells us that the thoughts are poached from an "obscure collection of love-letters, written by the sophist Philostratus." To those who are curious in Greek, we refer them to the Observer, No. lxxiv.; and Gifford's Ben Jonson, vol. 8, p. 267, where they will see the origin of this song explained in several pages. Jonson is certainly indebted for the idea to the old Greek, but who, save Jonson, could have rendered the thoughts so gracefully? Herrick wrote an address to "The Water Nymphs drinking at a fountain," much in the spirit of the first verse : Reach with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring; And I about the cup shall see Fresh lilies flourishing: Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this; And I shall see by that one kiss * Mr. Gifford reads "hope." |