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1562–1595. (BORN at Horsham St. Faith's, Norfolk, about 1562; entered the Society of Jesus, 1578, at Rome; accompanied Father Garnet to England, was captured; and was executed at Tyburn, 1594-5. St. Peter's Complaint, with other Poems, was first published in 1595; Maeoniae in the same year; Marie Magdalen's Funerall Teares, 1609.] TIMES GO BY TURNS.

Not always fall of leaf nor ever spring,

No endless night, yet not eternal day; THE lopped tree in time may grow again; The saddest birds a season find to sing, Most naked plants renew both fruit The roughest storm a calm may soon and flower;

allay; The sorest wight may find release of pain, Thus with succeeding turns God temThe driest soil suck in some moist- pereth all, ning shower;

That man may hope to rise, yet fear to Times go by turns and chances change fall.

by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to A chance may win that by mischance

was lost;

The well that holds no great, takes The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow, little fish;

She draws her favors to the lowest ebb; In some things all, in all things none Her tide hath equal times to

are cross'd,

Few all they need, but none have all Her loom doth weave the fine and they wish; coarsest web;

Unmeddled joys here to no man befall, No joy so great but runneth to an end, Who least hath some, who most hath No hap so hard but may in time amend.

never all.



and go,

THOMAS DEKKER. [In a tract dated 1637, Dekker speaks of himself as a man of threescore years. This is the only clue to his age that has been discovered. He was born in London, and apparently lived all his life there, as playwright, pamphleteer, and miscellaneous literary hack. His plays were published separately at various dates from 1600 to 1636. He frequently worked with other dramatists, Webster, Middleton, Massinger, Ford, etc.] SWEET CONTENT.

Then hey noney, noney, hey noney, Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden

Oh, sweet content!

Canst drink the waters of the crispèd Art thou rich, yet is thy mind per

plexed ?

O, sweet content!
Oh, punishment !

Swimmest thou in wealth, yet sink'st

in thine own tears? Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed

O, punishment! To add to golden numbers, golden

Then he that patiently want's burden numbers?

bears, O, sweet content!

No burden bears, but is a king, a king!

O, sweet content!
Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
Honest labor bears a lovely face;

Work apace, apace, &c.


1564-1593 (CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE was born at Canterbury, in February, 1564, and educated at the King's School, in his birth-place, and at Benet (Corpus Christi) College, Cambridge. He was killed in a tavern brawl, and was buried at Deptford, June 1, 1593. The dates and order of his works are somewhat uncertain. Of his plays, the first, Tamburlaine the Great, a tragedy in two parts, must have been acted in public by 1587. It was followed by The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus, The Jew of Malta (probably in 1589 or 1590), The Massacre at Paris (not earlier than the end of 1589), Edward II., and The Tragedy of Queen Dido, which was probably left unfinished at Marlowe's death, and completed by Nash. Another play, Lust's Dominion, was for some time wrongly attributed to Marlowe; but, in return for this injustice, the probability that he may have had at least a share in Shakespeares's 2 and 3 Henry VI., or in the plays on which those dramas were based, is now rather widely admitted. Of his poems, the translations of Ovid's Amores and the first book of Lucan's Pharsalia are of uncertain date. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love was first printed complete in England's Helicon, 1600, but is quoted in The Few of Malta. Hero and Leander was left unfinished at Marlowe's death; Chapman completed it, dividing Marlowe's fragment into two parts, which now form the first two Sestiads of the poem.]


COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, or hill, or field,
Or woods and steepy mountains yield;
Where we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And then a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Slippers, lined 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,
Come live with me and be my love.
Thy silver dishes, for thy meat,
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall, on an ivory table, be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning.
If these delights thy mind may move,
Come live with me and be my love.


If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
But time drives flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
Then Philomel becometh dumb,
And age complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten;
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move,
To come to thee and be thy love.
What should we talk of dainties, then,
Of better meat than's fit for men?
These are but vain : that's only good
Which God hath bless'd and sent for food.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need;
Then those delights my mind might move,
To live with thee and be thy love.


1588-1643 (WILLIAM BROWNE was born at Tavistock in 1588, and died, probably, in the year 1643. He went to Oxford as a member of Exeter College; entered the Inner Temple in 1612; published his elegy on Prince Henry in a volume along with another by his friend Christopher Brooke in 1613; the first book of his Britannia's Pastorals in the same year; his Shepherd's Pipe in 1614; and the second book of his Pastorals in 1616, the year of the death of Shakespeare. The third book of his Britannia's Pastorals was unknown till 1851, when it was published for the Percy Society from a manuscript in the Cathedral Library at Salisbury. The most complete edition of Browne is that published in the Roxburghe Library by Mr. W. Carew Hazlitt in 1868.] WILLY, OR GLIDE SOFT YE But he on shipboard dy'd, by sickness SILVER FLOODS.

fell, Glide soft ye silver floods,

Since when his Willy bade all joy fareAnd every spring :

well. Within the shady woods, Let no bird sing!

Great Neptune hear a swain ! Nor from the grove a turtle dove

His coffin take, Be seen to couple with her love,

And with a golden chain But silence on each dale and mountain

(For pity) make dwell,

It fast unto a rock near land! Whilst Willy bids his friend and joy Where ev'ry calmy morn I'll stand, farewell.

And ere one sheep out of my fold I

tell, But (of great Thetis' train)

Sad Willy's pipe shall bid his friend Ye mermaids fair,

farewell. That on the shores do plain

Your sea-green hair,
As ye in trammels knit your locks

Weep ye; and so enforce the rocks In heavy murmurs through the broad THE PRAISE OF SPENSER. shores tell

All their pipes were still, How Willy bade his friend and joy

And Colin Clout began to tune his quill farewell.

With such deep art that every one was Cease, cease, ye murmuring winds

given To move a wave;

To think Apollo, newly slid from But if with troubled minds

You seek his grave;

Had ta'en a human shape to win his Know 'tis as various as yourselves,

love, Nowin the deep, thenon the shelves,

Or with the western swains for glory His coffin toss'd by fish and surges fell,

strove. Whilst Willy weeps and bids all joy

He sung th’ heroic knights of Faieryfarewell.


In lines so elegant, of such command, Had he, Arion like,

That had the Thracian played but half Been judg’d to drown,

so well, He on his lute could strike

He had not left Eurydice in Hell.
So rare a swon;

But ere he ended his melodious song A thousand dolphins would have An host of angels flew the clouds among, come,

And rapt this swan from his attentive And jointly strive to bring him mates, home.

To make him one of their associates

In Heaven's fair quire: where now he

sings the praise Of Him that is the first and last of days Divinèst Spenser, heaven-bred, happy


Would any power into my brain infuse Thy worth, or all that poets had be.

fore, I could not praise till thou deserv'st no




[SHIRLEY was born in London about the year 1596, and lived through the Civil War and Commonwealth into the Restoration, dying in 1667. His copious dramatic activity began in 1625, in which year he produced the comedy entitled Love's Tricks. Before this, in 1618, he had published an imitation of Venus and Adonis under the title of Echo. His plays were produced in rapid succession up to 1641. In 1646 he published a volume of poems, chiefly erotic, and two small volumes of Masques, etc., in 1653 and 1659.]

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1579-1625. [John FLETCHER was born in December, 1579, at Rye in Sussex, where his father, who ultimately became Bishop of London, was minister. He was admitted pensioner at Benet College, Cambridge, in 1591; and lit is known of his life between this date and the period of his connection with Beaumont.

Francis BEAUMONT was the son of Sir F. Beaumont, of Grace-Dieu in Leicestershire, and was born at that place, probably in 1585. He resided for a short time at Broadgates Hall (now Pembroke College), Oxford, and was entered of the Inner Temple in 1600.

Not many years after this we may suppose the friendship between the two poets to have begun. “They lived together on the Bank side," in Southwark, not far from the Play-house" (the Globe), and wrote for the theatre. The most celebrated of their joint productions were produced probably between 1608 and 1611. But the common lise which has been described by Aubrey, and is itself almost a poem (if partly a comic one), must have been disturbed in 1513, when Beaumont married. In the spring of 1616 he died. So far as is known, Fletcher remained single till his death, which took place in August, 1625.]

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HERE be grapes whose lusty blood

Is the learned poet's good;

Sweeter yet did never crown

The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown [By Beaumont.]

Than the squirrel's teeth that crack MORTALITY, behold and fear!

them; What a change of flesh is here !

Deign, O fairest fair, to take them! Think how many royal bones

For these black-eyed Dryope Sleep within this heap of stones;

Hath oftentimes commanded me Here they lie had realms and lands, With my clasped knee to climb : Who now want strength to stir their See how well the lusty time hands;

Hath deck'd their rising cheeks in red, Where from their pulpits seal’d with Such as on your lips is spread. dust

Here he berries for a queen, They preach, “In greatness is no trust.” Some be red, some be green; Here's an acre sown indeed

These are of that luscious meat With the richest royall'st seed

The great god Pan himself doth eat: That the earth did e'er suck in,

All these, and what the woods can yield, Since the first man died for sin :

The hanging mountain or the field, Here the bones of birth have cried, I freely offer, and ere long Though gods they were, as men they | Will bring you more, more sweet and died":


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