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From whence, so lately, I did burne,
With all my powers, my selfe to loose ? What bird, or beast, is knowne so dull,
That fled his cage, or broke his chaine,
Render his head in there againe ?
The engines that have them annoy'd ;
If I could not thy ginnes avoid.
SONG OF NIGHT.
IN THE MASQUE OF THE VISION OF DELIGHT.
BREAK, Phant'sie, from thy cave of cloud,
And spread thy purple wings; Now all thy figures are allow'd,
And various shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream, It must have blood, and nought of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream,
Cho. Yet let it like an odour rise
To all the senses here,
Or music in their ear.
SONG FROM THE MASQUE OF BEAUTY.
BORN 1582-DIED 1635.
This jovial and facetious prelate, who might have sat for the his wares. Corbet stripped off his gown, assumed the bal. lad-singer's leathern jacket, went into the street, and soon drew around him a circle of liberal admirers. When he wished “to make a night of it,'' he used to shut himself up in his well-filled cellars with his jolly chaplain, first throw off his gown, exclaiming, "There goes the doctor!” and next his episcopal hood," and there the bishop!” It is not to be expected that the Bishop of Norwich was very eminent as a divine.
portrait of the Clerk of Copmanhurst, was a native of Ewell in Surrey. His talents were of the kind which, in certain circumstances, promote a man's interest independently of principles, or the strict decencies of the sacred office. From being made one of the chaplains of James I., he was successively promoted to the deanery of Christ Church and the bishoprics of Oxford and Norwich. His poems strongly indicate great constitutional gaiety, and a flow of high animal spirits not devoid of a certain warmth and heartiness, which almost resembles the careless ebullition of genius. Whatever were the fail. ings of this convivial prelate, he was no hypocrite. ·After he was in orders, and, indeed, doctor of divinity, it is related, that a ballad-singer, at Abingdon, came into the house where he was, complaining that nobody would buy
FAREWELL TO THE FAERIES.
FAREWELL rewards and Faeries,
Good houswives now may say, For now foule slutts in daries
Doe fare as well as they. And though they sweepe theyre hearths no less
Then maydes were wont to doe, Yet who of late for cleanliness,
Finds sixe-pence in her shoe ?
Lament, lament, old abbies,
The Faeries lost command ;
But some have chang'd your land :
Are now growne Puritanes ; Who live as changelings ever since
For love of your demaines.
At morning and at evening both
You merry were and glad, So little care of sleepe or sloth
These prettie ladies had ;
When Tom came home from labour,
Or Ciss to milking rose,
And nimbly went theyre toes.
Wittness those rings and roundelayes
Of theirs, which yet remaine, Were footed in queene Marie's dayes
On many a grassy playne ; But since of late, Elizabeth,
And later, James came in, They never daunc'd on any heath
As when the time hath bin.
By which we note the Faries
Were of the old profession; Theyre songs were Ave Maryes ;
Theyre daunces were procession : But now, alas ! they all are dead,
Or gone beyond the seas; Or farther for religion fled,
Or elce they take theyre ease.
A tell-tale in theyre company
They never could endure, And whoe so kept not secretly
Theyre mirth was punisht sure; It was a just and Christian deed
To pinch such blacke and blew : O how the common-wealth doth need
Such justices as you !
BORN APRIL 23, 1564-DIED APRIL 23, 1616.
By a singular and happy coincidence the BARD OF ENGLAND
was born on the festival of St George, the patron saint of England. He died on his birth-day, at the age of fiftytwo. Very little is known of the family or personal history of the “ myriad-minded" Shakspeare. In life, as in the drama, he stood nearly alone. It is only known, that the greatest dramatic poet the world ever saw was the son of a wool-comber at Stratford-upon-Avon. He was the eldest of ten children; and his education, such as it was, he received at the free-school of his native town. It is conjectured (for of the history of Shakspeare all is nearly mere conjecture,) that his education did not go beyond reading and writing, and that he spent a few months in the office of some country attorney, or with the seneschal of some manor-court-an office akin to the ancient baron-bailie of Scotland--and that in this situation he picked up those few bald legal phrases which he puts into the mouths of such worthies as Shallow and Dogberry. It is thought by Warton, that when a boy he might have seen the courtly masques and stately pageants represented before Queen Elizabeth at Kenilworth, and there have received the germ of dramatic genius afterwards so wonderfully developed. But none of Shakspeare's numer. ous and zealous commentators advert to this probability,
-nor is it of much importance. At the age of eighteen he married Anne Hathaway, a maiden
considerably older than himself, the daughter of a neighbouring yeoman. It is believed that from this time he maintained his family by carrying on the business of woolcombing jointly with his father. But whatever were his