astrologer being patronised, half a century afterwards, by the government of England.* During his youth and education he had to struggle with poverty; and in his old age he was one of those sufferers in the cause of episcopacy whose virtues shed a lustre on its fall. He was born in the parish of Ashby de la Zouche, in Liecestershire, studied and took orders at Cambridge, and was for some time master of the school of Tiverton, in Devonshire. An accidental opportunity which he had of preaching before Prince Henry seems to have given the first impulse to his preferment, till by gradual promotion he rose to be bishop of Exeter, having previously accompanied King James, as one of his chaplains to Scotland, and attended the Synod of Dort at a convocation of the protestant divines. As bishop of Exeter he was so mild in his conduct towards the puritans, that he, who was one of the last broken pillars of the church, was nearly persecuted for favouring them. Had such conduct been, at this critical period, pursued by the high SATIRE I. BOOK I. NOR ladies' wanton love, nor wand'ring knight, To paint some Blowesse with a borrowed grace; As might the Graces move my mirth to praise.† William Lilly received a pension from the council of state, in 1648. He was, besides, consulted by Charles; and during the siege of Colchester, was sent for by the heads of the parliamentary army, to encourage the soldiers, by assuring them that the town would be taken. Fairfax told the seer, that he did not understand his art, but hoped it was lawful, and agreeable to God's word. Butler alludes to this when he says, Do not our great Reformers use churchmen in general, the history of a bloody age might have been changed into that of peace; but the violence of Laud prevailed over the milder counsels of a Hall, an Usher, and a Corbet. When the dangers of the church grew more instant, Hall became its champion, and was met in the field of controversy by Milton, whose respect for the bishop's learning is ill concealed under the attempt to cover it with derision. By the little power that was still left to the sovereign in 1641, Hall was created bishop of Norwich; but having joined, almost immediately after, in the protest of the twelve prelates against the validity of laws that should be passed in their compelled absence, he was committed to the Tower, and, in the sequel, marked out for sequestration. After suffering extreme hardships, he was allowed to retire, on a small pittance, to Higham, near Norwich, where he continued, in comparative obscurity, but with indefatigable zeal and intrepidity, to exercise the duties of a pastor, till he closed his days at the venerable age of eighty-two. Or if we list, what baser muse can bide, SATIRE III BOOK I. WITH Some pot fury, ravish'd from their wit, Made all the Royal stars recant, Hudibras, Canto In this satire, which is not perfectly intelligible at the first glance, the author, after deriding the romantic and pastoral vein of affected or mercenary poetasters, proceeds to declare, that for his own part he resigns the higher walks of genuine poetry to others; that he need not crave the "Muse's midwifery," since not even a baser muse would now haunt the shore of Granta (the Cam), which they have left deserted, and crowned with willows, the types of desertion ever since Spenser celebrated the mar riage of the Medway and the Thames.-E. This satire is levelled at the intemperance and bombastic fury of his contemporary dramatists, with an evident allusion to Marlowe; and in the conclusion he attacks the buffoonery that disgraced the stage.-E. Such soon as some brave-minded hungry youth Now, lest such frightful shows of fortune's fall, To curse and ban, and blame his likerous eye, SATIRE V. BOOK III. FIE on all courtesy and unruly winds, In this description of a famished gallant, Hall has rivalled the succeeding humour of Ben Jonson in similar comic portraits. Among the traits of affectation in his finished character, is that of dining with Duke Humphry, while he pretends to keep open house. The phrase of dining with Duke Humphry arose from St. Paul's being And straight it to a deeper ditch hath blown : I look'd and laugh'd, and much I marvelled, With that which jerks the hams of every jade, Or floor-strew'd locks from off the barber's shears? But waxen crowns well 'gree with borrow'd hairs. SATIRE VII. BOOK III. SEEST thou how gayly my young master goes, If chance his fates should him that bane afford. the general resort of the loungers of those days, many of whom, like Hall's gallant, were glad to beguile the thoughts of dinner with a walk in the middle aisle, where there was a tomb, by mistake supposed to be that of Humphry, Duke of Gloucester.-E. So slender waist with such an abbot's loin, Lik'st a straw scare-crow in the new-sown field, SATIRE VI. BOOK IV. Quid placet ergo? · I wor not how the world's degenerate, Is't not a shame to see each homely groom And hang'd himself when corn grows cheap again; The general scope of this satire, as its motto denotes, is directed against the discontent of human beings with their respective conditions. It paints the ambition of the youth to become a man, of the muckworm to be rich, of And now he 'gins to loath his former state; Of mermaids that the southern seas do haunt, Now are they dunghill cocks that have not seen To know much, and to think for nothing, know the rustic to become a soldier, of the rhymer to appear in print, and of the brain-sick reader of foreign wonders to become a traveller.-E. WILLIAM WARNER [Died, 1608-9.] WAS a native of Oxfordshire, and was born, as Mr. Ellis conjectures, in 1558. He left the university of Oxford without a degree, and came to London, where he pursued the business of an attorney of the common pleas. Scott, the poet of Amwell, discovered that he had been buried in the church of that parish in 1609, having died suddenly in the night-time.* His "Albion's England" was once exceedingly popular. Its publication was at one time interdicted by the Star-chamber, for no other reason that can now be assigned, but that it contains some love-stories more simply than delicately related. His contemporaries compared him to Virgil, whom he certainly did not make his model. Dr. Percy thinks he rather resemblea Ovid, to whom he is, if possible, still more unlike. His poem is, in fact, an enormous ballad on the history, or rather on the fables appendant to the history of England; heterogeneous, indeed, like the Metamorphoses, but written with an almost doggrel simplicity. Headley has rashly preferred his works to our ancient ballads; but with the best of these they will bear no comparison. Argentile and Curan has indeed some beautiful touches, yet that episode requires to be weeded of many lines to be read with unqualified pleasure; and through the rest of his stories we shall search in vain for the familiar magic of such ballads as Chevy Chase or Gill Morrice. ARGENTILE AND CURAN. Argentile, the daughter and heiress of the deceased King, Adelbright, has been left to the protection of her uncle Edel, who discharges his trust unfaithfully, and seeks to force his niece to marry a suitor whom he believes to be ignoble, that he may have a pretext for seizing on her kingdom. YET well he fosters for a time the damsel, that was grown The fairest lady under heav'n, whose beauty being known, A many princes seek her love, but none might her obtain, For gripel Edel to himself her kingdom sought to gain, And for that cause, from sight of such he did his ward restrain. By chance one Curan, son unto a Prince of Danske, did see The maid with whom he fell in love, as much as one might be: Unhappy youth, what should he do? his saint was kept in mew; Not caring what became of her, so he by her might thrive; At last his resolution was some peasant should her wive: And (which was working to his wish) he did observe with joy, How Curan, whom he thought a drudge, scap'd many an am'rous toy: The king, perceiving such his vein, promotes his vassal still, Lest that the baseness of the man should let perhaps his will; Assured, therefore, of his love, but not suspecting who The lover was, the king himself in his behalfdid woo: The lady, resolute from love, unkindly takes that he Should bar the noble and unto so base a match agree; And therefore, shifting out of doors, departed hence by stealth, Preferring poverty before a dangerous life in And only minding whom he miss'd, the foundress of his thrall: Nor means he after to frequent the court, or stately towns, But solitarily to live among the country growns. A brace of years he lived thus, well pleased so to live, And, shepherd-like, to feed a flock himself did wholly give; So wasting love, by work and want, grew almost to the wane, And then began a second love the worser of the twain; A country wench, a neat-herd's maid, where Curan kept his sheep, Did feed her drove; and now on her was all the shepherd's keep. He borrow'd on the working days h's holie russets oft, And of the bacon's fat to make s startups black and soft, And lest his tar-box should offend, he left it at the fold: Sweet grout or whig his bottle had as much as it might hold; A shave of bread as brown as nut, and cheese as white as snow, And wildings, or the season's fruit, he did in scrip bestow; And whilst his pyebald cur did sleep, and sheephook lay him by, On hollow quills of oaten straw he piped melody; Am I, I pray thee, beggarly, that such a flock enjoy? ... Believe me, lass, a king is but a man, and so am I; Content is worth a monarchy, and mischiefs hit the high, As late it did a king, and his, not dwelling far from hence, Who left a daughter, save thyself, for fair a matchless wench; Here did he pause, as if his tongue had done his heart offence: The neatress, longing for the rest, did egg him on to tell How fair she was, and who she was. quoth he, the belle; She bore, For beauty, though I clownish am, I know what beauty is, Or did I not, yet seeing thee, I senseless were to miss : Suppose her beauty Helen's like, or Helen's something less, And every star consorting to a pure complexion guess; Her stature comely tall, her gait well graced, and her wit To marvel at, not meddle with, as matchless I omit; A globe-like head, a gold-like hair, a forehead smooth and high, An even nose; on either side did shine a greyish eye. Her smiles were sober, and her looks were cheerful unto all, And such as neither wanton seem, nor wayward, mell nor gall: A nymph no tongue, no heart, no eye, might praise, might wish, might see, For life, for love, for form, more good, more worth, more fair than she; Yea, such a one as such was none, save only she was such; Of Argentile, to say the most, were to be silent much. I knew the lady very well, but worthless of such praise, The neatress said, and muse I do a shepherd thus should blaze The coat of beauty; credit me, thy latter speech bewrays Thy clownish shape a colour'd show ; but wherefore dost thou weep?— The shepherd wept, and she was woe, and both did silence keep: In troth, quoth he, I am not such as seeming I profess, But then for her, and now for thee, I from my self digress; Her loved I, wretch that I am, a recreant to be, In Edel's court sometime in pomp, till love controll'd the same; But now-what now? dear heart, how now, what aileth thou to weep? The damsel wept, and he was woe, and both did silence keep. I grant, quoth she, it was too much, that you did love so much, But whom your former could not move, your second love doth touch; SIR JOHN HARRINGTON. [Born, 1561? Died, 1612?] A SPECIMEN of the poetry of Sir John Harrington's father has been already given in this volume, which is so polished and refined, as almost to warrant a suspicion that the editor of the Nuge Antique got it from a more modern quarter. The elder Harrington was imprisoned in the Tower, under Queen Mary, for holding a correspondence with Elizabeth; on whose accession his fidelity was rewarded by her favour. His son, the translator of Ariosto, was knighted on the field by the Earl of Essex, not much to the satisfaction of Elizabeth, who was sparing of such honours, and chose to confer them herself. He was created a knight of the Bath in the reign of James, and distinguished himself, to the violent offence of the high-church party, by his zeal against the marriage of bishops. |