Thomas Middleton was born in London probably about 1570, and died in 1627. He was the author of various plays, and in relation to one of them, A Game at Chess, fell into some disrepute by reason of complaints from the Spanish Ambassador that the King of Spain, Conde de Gondomar, and others were represented in this 'very scandalous comedy.' Middleton's genius seemed likely to fall out of sight, but Sir Walter Scott, Charles Lamb, Leigh Hunt, and within recent years Mr. Swinburne, have directed attention to him, whilst two editions of his works have appeared, the last one under the editorship of Mr. Bullen. The Welshwoman's Song AFTER A KISS CUPID is Venus' only joy, But he is a wanton boy, A very, very wanton boy; He shoots at ladies' naked breasts, He is the cause of most men's crests, Invisible but horrid ; 'Twas he first thought upon the way Why should not Venus chide her son Thomas Middleton He shoots his fiery darts so thick, That life and sense would soon decay, Can there be any part of bliss In a quickly fleeting kiss, - PARI UN VERSTLY CALIFORNIA To one's pleasure leisures are but waste, And lose it ere we find it: The pleasing sport they only know That close above and close below. What Love is like LOVE is like a lamb, and love is like a lion; Fly from love, he fights; fight, then does he fly on : Love does doat in liking, and is mad in loathing; John Donne the son of a London merchant, was born in 1573, and was educated at both Universities. He became secretary to Chancellor Ellesmere, but offended greatly by marrying Lady Ellesmere's niece. He interested himself in the controversy between the English Reformed Church and the Church of Rome, whilst his loyal views brought him into the favour of King James. The King urged him to enter the Church, and, after three years' delay, he consented. At the King's command, Cambridge conferred upon him the degree of Doctor of Divinity. A year or two later the King invited Donne to dinner, sat down himself, and proceeded to address his guest thus: 'Dr. Donne, I have invited you to dinner; and though you sit not down with me, I will carve you of a dish I know you love well; for knowing you love London, I do, therefore, make you Dean of St. Paul's, and when you have dined, then take your beloved dish home to your study, say grace there to yourself, and much good may it do you.' Donne died in 1631. The Bait COME live with me and be my love, There will the river whisp'ring run, Begging themselves they may betray. John Donne When wilt thou swim in that live bath, Each fish, which every channel hath, Most amorously to thee will swim, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. If thou, to be so seen, be'st loath, Let others freeze with angling reeds, Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest, For thee thou need'st no such deceit, The Lover's Request SEND back my long-stray'd eyes to me, And then beguile, Keep the deceivers, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Its word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, For I'll know all thy falsities; That I one day may laugh, when thou Of one the scorn, Who proves as false as thou art now. |