"Twas I that beat the bush If ever that Dame Nature, No riches now can raise me, Since she, alas! hath left me, [Ritson by an ingenious construction supposes this pretty song to have been written in 1606, when its author was eighteen years of age; but the learned antiquary's theory, Mr. Wilmott in his Lives of the Sacred Poets, justly laughs at. Mr. Ritson, sends Wither to College in 1604, (he went there in 1603) allows the poet that year to fall in love, the next "for the unfavourable return he experienced, and the third for the loss of his mistress," and concludes that the song "must have been written in 1606." [Ancient Songs, p. 206.] This reason is grounded upon the mention of Medley-house, "between Godstow and Oxford, very pleasantly situated just by the river, and a famous place for recreation in summer time," but Wither could have been there years after he left College; the whole thing is likely enough a creation of Ritson's fancy. Warton without any authority has given this song to Taylor the Water-poet.] THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. GEORGE WITHER. Shall I wasting in despair, Shall my foolish heart be pin'd Shall a woman's virtues move *Ellis reads "merit's value." 'Cause her fortune seems too high, And unless that mind I see Great, or good, or kind, or fair, [From his "Mistresse of Philarete," 1622.] THE STEDFAST SHEPHERD. GEORGE WITHER. Hence away, thou Syren, leave me, Pish! unclasp these wanton arms; No common snare Thy painted baits, And poor deceits, Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I'm no slave to such, as you be ; Ever rob me of my rest: Thy beauty's ray To some more-soon enamour'd swain: Those commont wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I have elsewhere vowed a duty; Where gawdy clothes And fained oaths may love obtain : Whose look swears no; That all your labours § will be vain. Can he prize the tainted posies, That may pluck the virgin roses On her sweet breast That is the pride of Cynthia's train : Then stay thy tongue; Thy mermaid song Is all bestowed on me in vain. Variations from an old copy printed by Ellis. *Nor shall that soft. † forced. thy. thy labour. I others. He's a fool that basely dallies, Where each peasant mates with him : Shall I haunt the thronged vallies, Whilst there's noble hills to clim'? No, no, though clowns Are scar'd with frowns, I know the best can but disdain ; So will thy love Be all bestowed on me in vain. I do scorn to vow a duty, Where each lustful lad may woo: Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain: But such as you, Fond fools, adieu ! You seek to captive me in vain. Leave me then, you* Syren leave me; Who am proof against your charms : To lead astray The heart that constant shall remain : And I the while Will sit and smile To see you spend your time in vain. *Thou. † I. |