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Tell Faith — it's fled the City;
Tell — how the Country erreth ; Tell — Manhood shakes off pity;
Tell Virtue least preferreth. And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing, Although to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing,
But what promise or profession
From his hands could purchase scope, Who would sell the sweet possession Of such beauty for a hope?
Or for the sight
Of lingering night
Though ne'er so fair,
Her speeches were,
She was fair, and he was young:
Or he relent;
Left he her a maid,
Or not; she said,
DULCINA. (Ascribed to Sir Walter Raleigh on doubtful
authority.] As at noon Dulcina rested
In her sweet and shady bower,
But from her look
(GEORGE WITHER was born at Brentworth in Hampshire, June 11, 1588, and died in the year 1667; his literary achievement, both in verse and prose, being proportioned to his length of years. The dates of his chief works are as follows: 1612, the Elegy on Prince Henry; 1613, Epithalamia ; 1613, Abuses Stript and Whipt; 1615, Fidelia and Shepherd's Hunting. To the same year must also be ascribed his share in Browne's Shepherd's Pipe ; 1618, the Motto; 1622, the Mistress of Philarete; 1623, the Hymns and Songs of the Church; 1628, Britain's Remembrancer; 1634, Emblems; 1641, Hallelujah.
The above list is very far indeed from exhausting the complete catalogue of Wither's voluminous works. He was an ardent politician, and in the stirring times of the Civil War was perpetually pouring forth songs and broadsheets in justification of the cause he had taken up. Probably no library in England possesses an absolutely complete collection of Wither's works. Certainly the British Museum and the Bodleian do not. The Rev. T. Corser, of Stand, near Manchester, is said to have had the fullest collection in existence, but that has been since dispersed. The poems have been collected by the Spenser Society, but it is a matter for regret that they are not to be had in a more generally accessible form. It is one of the most striking blemishes of Chalmers' collection that Wither is absolutely ignored in it. Of modern editors of portions of his works the chief is Sir Egerton Brydges, who republished the Shepherd's Hunting and the Fidelia at the beginning of this century, and also gave long extracts from Wither's other poems in his Censura Literaria. The Hymns and Songs of the Church, and the Hallelujah were republished for Russell Smith in 1856 and 1857.)
The King of kings, when He was born,
Had not so much for outward ease; By Him such dressings were not worn, Nor such like swaddling-clothes as
these. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep; Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Within a manger lodged thy Lord,
Where oxen lay, and asses fed : Warm rooms we do to thee afford,
An easy cradle or a bed. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep; Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Shall a woman's virtues move
If she be not such to me,
What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo;
And unless that mind I see,
What care I how great she be?
For if she be not for me,
The wants that He did then sustain Have purchased wealth, my babe, for
Thy rest and ease securèd be.
Thou hast, yet more, to perfect this,
A promise and an earnest got Of gaining everlasting bliss, Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it
not, Sweet baby, then forbear to weep; Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR.
SHALL I, wasting in despair,
If she be not so to me,
WHEN WE ARE UPON THE
[From Hallelujah.) On those great waters now I am,
Of which I have been told, That whosoever thither came
Should wonders there behold.
Be present, Lord, with me;
I depths of danger see.
Should my heart be griev'd or pin'd
If she be not so to me,
A stirring courser now I sit,
A headstrong steed I ride, That champs and foams upon the bit
Which curbs his lofty pride. The softest whistling of the winds
Doth make him gallop fast; And as their breath increased he finds
The more he maketh haste.
Take Thou, oh Lord! the reins in hand,
Assume our Master's room;
SIR HENRY WOTTON.
1568–1639. (BORN, 1568; died, 1639. “How happy is he born and taught,” said to have been printed in 1614; see Courtly Poets, ed. Hannah, 1875. It was quoted to Drummond by Ben Jonson in 7618 or 1619: “ Sir Edward (Henry] Wotton's verses of a happy life he hath by heart.” “You meaner beauties of the night,” printed with music in Est's Sixth Set of Books, 1624. It was probably written a few years before. In 1651, Reliquiae Wottonianae.)
THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY | Who hath his life from rumors freed, LIFE.
Whose conscience is his strong re.
treat; How happy is he born and taught
Whose state can neither flatterers feed, That serveth not another's will,
Nor ruin make oppressors great.
Who God doth late and early pray Whose passions not his master's are, More of his grace than gifts to end, Whose soul is still prepar’d for death,
And entertains the harmless day Untied unto the world by care
With a religious book or friend. Of public fame or private breath. Who envies none that chance doth raise, This man is freed from servile hands, Nor vice hath ever understood;
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; How deepest wounds are given by praise, Lord of himself, though not of lands,
Nor rules of state, but rules of good. And having nothing, yet hath all.
Ye curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth dame Nature's lays,
YOU MEANER BEAUTIES.
That poorly satisfy our eyes
You common people of the skies,
By your pure purple mantles known,
As if the spring were all your own,
So when my mistress shall be seen,
In sweetness of her looks and mind,
1605–1687. [EDMUND Waller was born, March 3, 1605, at Coleshill, in Warwickshire. At seventeen
age he was elected member of parliament for Agmondesham. He married early, and lost his wife soon; after her death he paid court to Lady Dorothy Sidney, daughter of the Earl of Leicester. He protracted his unsuccessful suit, celebrating the lady under the title of Sacharissa, until in 1639 she married the Earl of Sunderland. In 1640 he entered parliament again, and made himself remarkable by_his opposition to the King's measures, but when the Civil War became imminent he took the Royalist side. In 1643 he was arrested as one of the leaders of a plot against the Parliament, and having with difficulty preserved his life, proceeded to France on his release. After some years he returned to England and made his peace with Cromwell; at the Restoration he eagerly laid his homage at the feet of Charles II. He was made Provost of Eton, and sat in several parliaments after the Restoration. He died of dropsy, at Beaconsfield, in Buckinghamshire, on the 21st of October, 1687. His poems, first published in 1645, were very frequently reprinted during his lifetime, and always with additions.]
ON A GIRDLE. The seas are quiet when the winds give That which her slender waist confined o'er;
Shall now my joyful temples bind : So calm are we when passions are no It was my heaven's extremest sphere, more;
The pale which held that lovely dear. For then we know how vain it was to My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, boast
Did all within this circle move! Of fleeting things too certain to be lost. A narrow compass ! and yet there Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair. Conceal that emptiness which age de- Give me but what this ribbon bound, scries.
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and
decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that
GO, LOVELY ROSE! time has made : Stronger by weakness wiser men become Go, lovely Rose ! As they draw near to their eternal home: Tell her that wastes her time and me, Leaving the old, both worlds at once That now she knows, they view
When I resemble her to thee, That stand upon the threshold of the new. How sweet and fair she seems to be.