Each greedy hand will strive to catch the flower, But this advice, fair creature, take of me, Believe not oaths, nor much-protesting men, Let courtiers swear, forswear, and swear again, For when with oaths and vows they make Beware lest Croesus do corrupt thy mind, Say, though a king thou even courteous find, Begin with kings, to subjects you will fall, Epigrams, subjoined to J. Sylvester's * These lines, though far from excellent, are stik, in my opinion, better than any thing Sylvester could have produced. I am therefore inclined to suspect, that the publisher of the folio edition of Du Bartas, in 1641, is mistaken in giving this to Sylvester. In the same edition, p. 652, verses, entitled The Soules Errand, are to be found (printed in Vol. II. of Dr. Percy's Reliques, under the title of The Lye,) and beyond a doubt not his. THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY. BRITTLE beauty, that nature made so frail, Whereof the gift is small, and short the season; Dangerous to deal with, vain, of none avail, Hard to attain, once gotten not geason. EARL OF SURREY. TO THE ROSE. SWEET rose, whence is this hue Which does all hues excel? Whence this most fragrant smell? And whence this form and gracing grace* in you? . gracing grace.] This is a sort of Græcism. As innumerable instances of this form of expression will immediately suggest themselves to the classical reader, one instance will be sufficient here: , hunc, oro, sine me furere ante furorem. Æn. XII. 680. Or Hybla's hills you bred, Or odoriferous Enna's plains you fed, Or Tmolus, or where boar young Adon' slew; In that dear blood, which makes you look so red? Drummond's Sonnets and Madrig. DRY those fair, those crystal eyes, Which like growing fountains rise To drown their banks. Grief's sullen brooks Thy lovely face was never meant Then clear those wat'rish stars again, Dr. King's Poems, p. 19. Whence will Cupid get his darts Feather'd now to pierce our hearts ? A wound he may, Not love convey, Now this faithful bird is gone; O let mournful turtles join With loving redbreasts*, and combine To sing dirges o'er his stone. Cartwright's Plays and Poems. * With loving redbreasts.] This bird has justly been a favourite with some of our most distinguished poets, and has received due attention from them in their writings. I will set before the reader a few instances, out of many which I have collected, perhaps rather too idly and unnecessarily. In a concert of birds by Browne, B. I. Song iii. the redbreast is thus distinguished: The mountain lark, day's herald, got on wing, Robin, the mean, that best of all loves men. Thompson's Edit. In Niccols's Cuckow, p. 12, Edit. 1607, in a collection of birds we meet with The redbreast sweet, that loves the looks of men. Drayton, in his Owl: Covering with moss the dead's unclosed eye, Collins, in his Dirge : The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid. But above all others on this subject, Thomson is entitled to superlative praise: one alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, |