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presumed to make so bold with his name. These, and the like dishonesties, I know you to be cleare of; and I coull wish but to bee the happy author of so worthio a worke as I could willingly commit to your care and workmanship.

THOMAS HEYWOOD,”

“ Yours ever,

This exposure, aided probably by the indignant remonstrance of Shakespeare, compelled Jaggard to cancel the original title-page of the 1612 edition, and substitute another, which bore no author's name. Such at least is presumed to have been the case, from the fact that Malone's copy of this edition, by the “fortunate negligence" of the old binder, contains two title-pages, one with and the other without an author's name.

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II.

If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall

suffice; Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, 'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument,

Well learned is that tongue that well can thee

commend; Persuade my heart to this false perjury ? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.

All ignorant that soul that sees thee without

wonder; A woman I forswore; but, I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:

Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts

admire : My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love ; Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me.

Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his

dreadful thunder, My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is ; Then, thou fair sun, that on this earth doth shine, Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet

fire. Exhale this vapour vow ; in thee it is : If broken then, it is no fault of mine.

Celestial as thou art, 0, do not love that wrong, If by me broke, what fool is not so wise

To sing the heavens' praise with such an earthly To lose an oath to win a paradise ?

tongue !

IV.

Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,
Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook,
With young Adonis, lovely-fresh and green,

And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade, Did court the lad with many a lovely look,-

When Cytherea, all in love forlorn, Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen.

A longing tarriance for Adonis made She told him stories to delight his ear; b

Under an osier growing by a brook, She show'd him favours to allure his eye ;

A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen :

Hot was the day; she hotter that did look To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there,

For bis approach, that often there had been. Touches so soft still conquer chastity ;

Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,

And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim : But whether unripe years did want conceit, Or he refus'd to take her figur'd proffer,

The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye,

Yet not so wistly as this queen on him :
The tender nibbler would not touch the bait,
But smile and jest at every gentle offer :

He, spying her, bounc'd in, whereas he stood; Then fell she on her back, fair queen and

“O Jove," quoth she, "why was not I a flood! toward ; He rose and ran away,-ah, fool too froward !

Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle ;

Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty ;
III.

Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle ; If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty: love ?

A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her, O, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowd!

None fairer, nor none falser to deface her. Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove ;

Her lips to mine how often hath she join'd, Those thoughts to me like oaks, to thee like osiers Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing ! bow'd.

How many tales to please me hath she coin'd, Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine

Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing! eyes,

Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings, Where all those pleasures live that art can com- Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were prehend,

jeetings.

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* Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,–] This Sonnet, and two others (Nos. III, and xv.), will be found, with slight variations, in “Love's Labour's Lost." In “The Passionate Pilgrim," it is preceded by two of the Sonnets already given, No. (XXXVIII., beginning.-

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She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth, And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave ;
She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out-burneth; For why I craved nothing of thee still :
She fram'd the love, and yet she foild the O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee, -
framing,

Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me. She bade love last, and yet she fell a-turning.

Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her a

Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him:
VI.

She told the youngling how god Mars did try If music and sweet poetry agree,

her, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, And as he fell to her, so fell she to him.o Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, “Even thus,” quoth she, “the warlike god emBecause thou lov'st the one, and I the other.

brac'd me,''? Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms ; Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ;

“Even thus," quoth she, “the warlike god unlac'd Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such, As, passing all conceit, needs no defence.

As if the boy should use like loving charms; Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound “Even thus," quoth she," he seized on my lips,” That Phæbus' lute, the queen of music, makes ; And with her lips on his did act the seizure ; And I io deep delight am chiefly drown'd,

And as she fetched breath, away he skips, Whenas himself to singing he betakes.

And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure One god is god of both, as poets feign ;

Ah, that I had my lady at this bay,
One knight loves both, and both in thee remain. To kiss and clip me till I run away!

VII.
Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,

Crabbed age and youth

Cannot live together : Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,

Youth is full of pleasance, For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild ;

Age is full of care ; Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill:

Youth like summer morn, Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;

Age like winter weather ; She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,

Youth like summer brave, Forbade the boy he should not pass those

Age like winter bare. grounds ;

Youth is full of sport, “Once,” quoth she, "did I see a fair sweet youth

Age's breath is short; Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,

Youth is nimble, age is lame ; Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth !

Youth is hot and bold, See in my thigh,” quoth she, “here was the Age is weak and cold ; sore :"

Youth is wild, and age is tame. She showed hers; he saw more wounds than

Age, I do abhor thee, one,

Youth, I do adore thee;
And blushing fled, and left her all alone.

O, my love, my love is young !
Age, I do defy 8 thee :-

0, sweet shepherd, hie thee! Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon faded,

For methinks thou stay'st too long. Pluck d in the bud, and faded in the spring !

XI. Bright orient pearl

, alack ! too timely shaded !
Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp sting! | Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,

Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, A shining glous that fadeth suddenly ;
And falls, through wind, before the fall should be. A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;

A brittle glass that 's broken presently :
I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have ;

A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, For whyo thou left'st me nothing in thy will: Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour !

a If music and sweet poetry agree,-) This poem, according {"Even thus," quoth she, “the warlike god embrac'd me,"—) to Mr. Collier, was published in the first edition of R. Barnfield's In the latter part of this sonnet the version in Fidessa differs “ Encomion of Lady Pecunia,” 1598, but was omitted by the considerably from the one before us. There, it runs as follows: author in his edition of 1605. From which circumstance, Mr. Collier infers that it was written by Shakespeare.

". Even thus,' quoth she, 'the wanton god embrac'd me;'

And thus she clasp'd Adonis in her arms : b A line has here been lost.

* Even thus,' quoth she, "the warlike god unlac'd me,' e For why-) Because.

As if the boy should use like loving charms : d Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her—] This Sonnet,

But he, a wayward boy, refus'd her offer, with some variations, occurs in a collection of Poems by B. Griffin, called Fidessa more Chaste then Kinde, 1596 ; and there

And ran away, the beauteous queen neglecting;

Showing both folly to abuse her proffer, the opening line is given as in our text. “The Passionate Pil

And all his sex of cowardice detectingi grim" reads,

Oh, that I had my mistress at that bay, “Venus with Adonis sitting by her," &c.

To kiss and clip me till I ran away." e And as he fell to her, so fell she to him.) In "The Passionate 5- defy thee :-) Renounce or contemn thee. So, in “Romeo Pilgrim" this line is imperfect, “so" being omitted. The word

and Juliet," Act V. Sc. 3,is supplied from Griffin's Fidessa.

“I do defy thy conjurations," &c.

VIII.

And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress,-

So beauty blemish'd once for ever's lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.

Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and

mark,
And wish her lays were tuned like the lark ;

XII.

For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
Tke night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty ;
Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished

sight; Sorrow chang'd to solace, solace mix'd with

sorrow; For why she sigh'd, and bade me come to

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"Good night, good rest.” Ah, neither be my share!
She bade good night, that kept my rest away ;
And daff'd me to a cabin hang'd with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay.
Farewell,” quoth she, “and come again to-

morrow;' Fare well I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow. Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether : 'T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile, 'T may be, again to make me wander thither :

“ Wander?" a word for shadows like myself, As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf.

XIII. Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east ! My heart doth charge the watch ; the morning rise

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XIV.

For of the two the trusty knight Was wourded with disdain :

Alas, she could not help it! Thus art, with arms contending, Was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning Did bear the maid away : Then, lullaby, the learned man Hath got the lady gay;

For now my song is ended.

It was a lording's daughter,
The fairest one of three,
That liked of her master
As well as well might be,
Till looking on an Englishman,
The fair’st that eye could see,

Her fancy fell a-turning.
Long was the combat doubtful
That love with love did fight,
To leave the master loveless,
Or kill the gallant knight:
To put in practice either,
Alas, it was a spite

Unto the silly damsel ! But one must be refused; More mickle was the pain, That nothing could be used To turn them both to gain,

SV.

On a day (alack the day !), a
Love, whose month was ever May,
Spy'd a blossom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air :
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen,'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.

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valuable work, "A Critical Examination of the Text of Shakespeare," &c. which has been published while these pages were in preparation for the press, suggests that we should read, " of master;" that is, a scholar by profession, a master of arts.

d On a day (alack the day!),-) This, as we have before re marked, is one of the three Sonnets found in “Love's Labour's Lost." It was printed also, with Shakespeare's name attached, in a collection of poems entitled, “England's Helicon," 1600, where it is entitled, "The Passionate Sheepheard's Song.

XVI.

“ Air,” quoth he, “thy cheeks may blow ;

My sighs so deep, Air, would I might triumph so!

Procure to weep.; But, alas, my hand hath sworn

In howling wise, to see my doleful plight. Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn!

How sighs resound Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,

Through heartless ground, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet."

Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody figlit ! Thou for whom Jove would swear b Juno but an Ethiope were ;

Clear wells spring not, And deny himself for Jove,

Sweet birds sing not, Turning mortal for thy love."

Green plants bring not

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Herds stand weeping, My flocks feed not,

Flocks all sleeping, My ewes breed not,

Nymphs back peeping My rams speed not,

Fearfully : All is amiss :

All our pleasure known to us poor swains, Love's denying, a

All our merry meetings on the plains, Faith 's defying,

All our evening sport from us is fled, Heart's renying,

All our love is lost, for Love is dead. Causer of this.

Farewell, sweet lass,h All my merry jigs are quite forgot,

Thy like ne'er was All my lady's love is lost, God wot:

for a sweet content, the cause of all my moan :' Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love,

Poor Coridon There a nay is plac'd without remove.

Must live alone, One silly cross

Other help for him I see that there is none. Wrought all my loss;

O, frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! For now I see,

Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame, Inconstancy

And stall’d the deer that thou shouldst strike, More in women than in men remain,

Let reason rule things worthy blame,

As well as fancy partial might:k In black mourn I,

Take counsel of some wiser head,
All fears scorn I,

Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
Love hath forlorn me,
Living in thrall :

And when thou com’st thy tale to tell,
Heart is bleeding,

Smooth not thy tongue with filed' talk, All help needing

Lest she some subtle practice smell, O cruel speeding !

A cripple soon can find a halt; Fraughted with gall!

But plainly say thou lov'st her well,
My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal,

And set thy person forth to sell.m
My wether's bell rings doleful knell ;
My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd,

What though her frowning brows be bent, Plays not at all, but seems afraid ;

Her cloudy looks will clear” ere night;

XVII.

* Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.) In “Love's Labour's Lost," we have here two lines which were omitted both in the present version and in “ England's Helicon :"

" Do not call it sin in me,

That I am forsworn for thee." b Thou for whom Jove would swear-) In this line, unless some epithet to “Jove" has been lost, "swear" is employed as a dissyllable.

c My flocks feed not, &c.) These verses, under the title of The Unknown Sheepheard's Complaint, and subscribed Ignoto, are printed in "England's Helicon." They are found also, with music, in Weelkes's Madrigals, 1599. That Shakespeare had any hand either in them or in the poor effusion beginning, “It was a lording's daughter," &c. is inconceivable. d

Love's denying,

Heart's renying, &c.] " The Passionate Pilgrim and Weelkes's book have, “Love is dying,' and 'Heart's denying.' The reading of the text is found in England's Helicon, except that it has, “Love is,' and Faith is.'"- MALONE.

e-renying,-) Forswearing.

f My sighs-) So Weelkes's Madrigals. The other copies read, With sighes,” &c.

Green plants bring not

Forth their dye :) Weelkes's copy bas,

“ Loud bells ring not

Cheerfully." h - sweet lass,-) We follow Weelkes's Madrigals. The other copies read," sweet love,” &c.

- the cause of all my moan:) So Weelkes's Madrigals, and England's Helicon." "The Passionate Pilgrim” has, “my woe," &c.

k As well as fancy parlial might:) This is very probably corrupt, but the change proposed by Steevens, “partial tike, is unendurable; and we have no faith in the reading said to be derived from a MS. of this poem in the possession of Mr. Collier,

As well as partial fancy like," &c. Query,

“As well as fancy marlial might"? Compare, “Lucrece," -

“A martial man to be soft fancy's slave !" 1 - filed talk,-) Polished diction.

m And set thy person forth to sell.) A reading supplied by a manuscript copy of this poem, of the age of Shakespeare, which Malone used. * The Passionate Pilgrim " has,

" — her person forth to sale." n - will clear-) So the MS. just referred to. “The Passionate Pilgrim " reads, “will calm," &c.

And then too late she will repent,

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
That thus dissembled her delight;

Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And twice desire, ere it be day,
That which with scorn she put away.

There will I make thee a bed of roses,

With a thousand fragrant posies, What though she strive to try her strength,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,

Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. Her feeble force will yield at length, When craft hath taught her thus to say,

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
“Had women been so strong as men,

With coral clasps and amber studs ;
In faith you had not had it then.”

And if these pleasures may thee move, And to her will frame all thy ways;

Then, live with me and be my love.
Spare not to spend,-and chiefly there

LOVE'S ANSWER.
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:

If that the world and love were young,
The strongest castle, tower, and town,

And truth in every shepherd's tongue, The golden bullet beats it down.

These pretty pleasures might me move

To live with thee and be thy love.
Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble-true ;

XIX.
Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Seek never thou to choose anew :

As it fell upon a day
When time shall serve, be thou not slack

In the merry month of May,
To proffer, though she put thee back.

Sitting in a pleasant shade

Which a grove of myrtles made, The wiles and guiles that women work,

Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Dissembled with an outward show,

Trees did grow, and plants did spring; The tricks and toys that in them lurk,

Everything did banish moan,
The cock that treads them shall not know.

Save the nightingale alone :
Have you not heard it said full oft,

She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought ?

Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,

And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, Think women love to match with men,

That to hear it was great pity : And not to live so like a saint:

“Fie, fie, fie,” now would she cry, Here is no heaven; they holy then

Tereu, tereu !” by and by ; Begin when age does them attaint."

That to hear her so complain,
Were kisses all the joys in bed,

Scarce I could from tears refrain;
One woman would another wed.

For her griefs, so lively shown,
But soft! enough,- too much I fear;

Made me think upon mine own. For if b my mistress hear my song ;

Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain! She will not stick to ringo mine ear,

None takes pity on thy pain : To teach my tongue to be so long ;

Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Yet will she blush, here be it said,

Ruthless beasts' they will not cheer thee, To hear her secrets so bewray'd.

King Pandion he is dead;

All thy friends are lapp'd in lead ;
XVIII.

All thy fellow-birds do sing,

Careless of thy sorrowing.
Live with me, and be my love, a

Even so, poor bird, like thee,
And we will all the pleasures prove

None alive will pity me.
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountain yields.

XX.
There will we sit upon the rocks,

Whilst as fickle Fortune smild,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,

Thou and I were both beguild : A Begin when age does them attaint.) This is the lection of is imperfectly given here, will be found complete at p. 687, the MS. followed by Malone; it is poor stuff, but it has the advan- Vol. I. It is generally supposed to have been written by Marlowe. tage of being intelligible, which cannot be said of the corre- e If that the world and love were young,-) The present sponding stanza in "The Passionate Pilgrim,"

version of the " Answer" is also defective. Compare the copy in “ Think women still to strive with men,

“ England's Helicon," where it bears the signature, often adopted

by Sir Walter Raleigh, of Ignoto. See also Percy's “Reliques," To sin and never for to saint;

Vol. I. p. 237, edit. 1812.
There is no heaven by holy then,

f - beasts, &c.] From the abridged version of this poem in When time with age shall them attaint."

England's Helicon." "The Passionate Pilgrim” has "bears," b For if-) So the MS. “The Passionate Pilgrim" reads,- &c. Lest that," &c.

Even 80. poor bird, like thee, c She will not stick to ring mine ear,-) The reading of the

None alive will pity me.] MS. used by Malone. That of "The Passionate Pilgrim " is, – “ – to round me on th' ear,” &c.

This couplet, which terminates the poem in "England's Helicon,"

is omitted in "The Passionate Pilgrim." d Live with me, and be my love,–] This beautiful song, which

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