BEN JONSON ... none of them (his fellow-dramatists) wrote anything that surpasses the songs and snatches in his plays. - Saintsbury. Simplex Munditiis. Optional Poems See The Chariot At Hand Here of Love To The Memory Of My Master William Shakespeare. Phrases In small proportions we just beauties see; A Part Of An Ode To Sir Lucius Cary Drink to me only with thine eyes, 5 The thirst that from the soul doth rise, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, ΙΟ 15 I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, 5 IO 15 HYMN TO DIANA Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Earth, let not thy envious shade Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear, when day did close: Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st a day of night, 5 JOHN FLETCHER Optional Poems Sleep. Love's Emblems, Beauty Clear And Fair. Weep No More. MELANCHOLY Hence, all you vain delights, There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, 10 A look that's fasten'd to the ground, Fountain-heads and pathless groves, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Note the meaning of the word "melancholy" as Fletcher uses it. The Puritan Period 1630-1660 SOME CAROLINE LYRIC POETS Another time he read aloud a song by one of the chivalrous poets of Charles the First's time, perhaps Lovelace's "Althea," which Wordsworth also used to croon in the woods, and said, "There! I would give all my poetry to have made one song like that!"— Aubrey de Vere, in reminiscence of Tennyson. A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby. For he, that needs five thousand pounds to live, Kneeling ne'er spoil'd silk stocking: quit thy state. The Church Porch. VIRTUE Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright! 5 Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, ΙΟ And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, My music shows ye have your closes, Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; 15 But though the whole world turn to coal, Note the evidence of the growth of a fervent English religious feeling. |