She will not stick to ring mine ear, SONG.* Take, oh, take those lips away Seals of love, but seal'd in vain! Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Bound in those icy chains by thee! * In the preceding edition these elegant lines were ascribed to Fletcher, in whose Tragedy of Rollo duke of Normandy, or the Bloody Brother, first printed in 1640, both stanzas are, in fact, to be found; but as the former of the two appeared long before in Measure for Measure, and the songs introduced in our author's plays seem to have been all his own composition, Mr. Malone claims them as Shakspeare's. RICHARD BARNFEILD, A poet whose memory has fallen into obscurity, having escaped the notice even of the indefatigable Anthony Wood, wrote and published "The Affectionate Shepheard," 1594, 12mo, (being an enlarged translation from Watson's "Amintæ Gaudia.") "Cynthia with Certaine Sonnets, and the Legend of Cassandra,” 1595, 12mo., and "The Encomium of Lady Pecunia," "The Complaint of Poetrie for the Death of Liberalitie," "The Combat betweene Conscience and Covetousnesse, in the minde of Man," and " Poems in divers humors," 1598, 4to, from which the following specimen is taken. Meres speaks of Barnfeild as his friend, and numbers him amongst our best for pastoral: but no circumstances of his life are known. Mr. Malone, indeed, informs me, that he was of Brazen+ nose College, Oxford; and it appears from the title of one of his publications that he was a graduate. See Ritson's Bibliographia. The lines which follow have had the honour to be attributed to Shakspeare. AN ODE. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made; Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring; Every thing did banish moan, Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry; That, to hear her so complain, Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee, King Pandion he is dead; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead; Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd, Words are easy, like the wind; Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend: But, if store of crowns be scant, He with thee doth bear a part. SIMON WASTELL, A native of Westmoreland, entered of Queen's college, Oxford, about 1580, where, according to Wood, he took a degree, and was accounted a great proficient in classical learning and poetry. He afterwards became master of the free-school at Northampton; and translated from Shaw's "Bibliorum Summula" "A True Christian's Daily Delight," being a metrical epitome of the Bible, 1623, 12mo. which was enlarged and reprinted, 1629, 12mo. under the title of "Microbiblion." From the latter edition the following stanzas are extracted, which have sometimes been inserted among the poems of Quarles. Of Man's Mortality. LIKE as the damask rose you see, The gourd consumes,-and man he dies! |