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If so I meditate alone,
BORN 1560_EXECUTED 1595.
WHATEVER was right or wrong in the faith of this jesuit
priest, he died its martyr. There is a biographical notice of Southwell, and a fine specimen of his poetry, in the little volume which preceded this.
LOVE'S SERVILE LOT.
The will she robbeth from the wit,
May never was the month of love ;
With soothing words inthralled souls
Her little sweet hath many sours,
Like winter rose, and summer ice,
not the seas, sow not the sands,
BORN 1562-KILLED IN A FRAY 1592.
Marlowe was a distinguished dramatic writer, and consi.
derable attention has lately been given to some of his tragedies. Meanwhile one little song has preserved the me. mory of “ Brave Marlowe bathed in Thespian springs" fresh and attractive, while the contemporary authors, of ponderous volumes of legends and allegories, are forgotten by all but antiquaries. Marlowe studied at Cambridge, and came to London, where, from an actor of humble name, he became a celebrated tragic poet. He had many warm admirers, and some bitter enemies. Of Marlowe, Drayton says, that he had
In him those brave translunary things
Marlowe translated several poems from the Latin, and
among others Ovid's Epistles, which was ordered to be publicly burned. His course of life, from his situation as a comedian, and writer for the play-house as it existed in 1590, was such as must be more lamented than wondered at. The unhappy manner of his death is solemnly recorded in “ Beard's Theatre of God's Judgments on Unbelievers.” In a fray, which, it is said, took place in a brothel, a rival or antagonist in the lowest ranks of society turned Marlowe's dagger against his own breast, and thus made the unhappy poet in some measure the instrument of his own destruction. As the nature of this little work excludes specimens of dramatic poetry, the song of the Passionate Shepherd is selected from Marlowe's works. It is the song of Isaac Walton's pretty Milk-Maid," Old poetry," says the ancient Angler, “but choicely good."
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS
COME live with me and be my love,
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
There will we sit upon the rocks,
There I will make thee beds of roses,
A gown made of the finest wool,
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing,
BORN 1574-DIED 1656.
BISHOP HALL was one of the twelve children of the Gover
nor of Ashby-de-la-Zouch. He was educated at Cambridge, and at the age of twenty-three published his first Satires. He afterwards taught a school at Tiverton, and, through various gradations of preferment, rose to be Bishop of Norwich. Hall shared with the other prelates in the calamities of the civil wars, and ended a long life in obscurity and poverty, at Higham, near Norwich. Though deprived of all temporal emoluments, he faithfully discharged his ministerial functions to the end of his life. Hall is approximated to Dryden by Mr Campbell in vigour and volubility. In reading his Satires one certainly forgets the sixteenth century.
A TRAVELLED GENTLEMAN.
SEEST thou how gaily my young master goes,
(a) A proverbial phrase for going without a dinner, arising from the circumstance of St Paul's, where Duke Humphrey's tomb was supposed to stand, being the common resort of loungers.