An Epitaph upon Poet Spenser. [In the same.] MOURNFUL Muses, sorrow's minions, Sing a dirge on Spenser's death, Till Bid the dunces keep their dens, Farewell, art of poetry, Scorning idle foolery! Farewell, true conceited reason, Farewell, all in one together, And with Spenser's garland wither! A sweet contention between Love, his Mistress, and Beauty. [In the "Bowre of Delights, 1597."] LOVE and my Mistress were at strife She said, she did it with her eye; "Tis I that have the wounded heart. She said, she only spake the word That did enchant my peering sense; He said, he only gave the sound She said, her Beauty was the mark She said, that, only for her sake, The best would venture life and limb: He said, she was too much deceiv'd; They honour'd her, because of him. Long while, alas, she would not yield, If he were gone her joy was lost. And then she cried, "Oh, dainty Love, "I now do find it is for thee "That I am lov'd and honour'd both, "And thou hast power to conquer me!" But, when I heard her yield to Love, Oh! how my heart did leap for joy, That now I had some little hope For though that Fancy Beauty found A power all too pitiless, Yet Love would never have the heart To leave his servant comfortless. But as too soon before the field The trumpets sound the overthrow, So all too soon I joy'd too much, For I awak'd, and nothing so. THOMAS LODGE, Descended from a family of his name in Lincolnshire, was born probably about 1556, and entered of Trinity College, Oxford, in 1574. Though much admired for his classical learning and poetical talents, he wisely embraced the more useful profession of physic. This he studied at Avignon, obtained a diploma, returned to England; and partly by his skill, and partly by the favour of the Roman Catholics, to whose persuasion he was attached, soon rose into notice and obtained considerable practice. He wrote a play, called "Promos and Cassandra," and various poems, many of which have considerable merit. Their titles may be seen in Ritson's Bibliographia. The first two of the following specimens are from the "Pleasant Historie of Glaucus and Scilla, &c." 1610. He died in 1625. [Extract from a Poem in commendation of a solitary Life.] SWEET solitary life, thou true repose, Wherein the wise contemplate heaven aright; In thee no dread of war or worldly foes; In thee no pomp seduceth mortal sight; In thee no wanton ears, to win with words, Nor lurking toys, which city-life affords. VOL. II. U |