And love itself is but a jest, To catch young fancies in the nest, That, being hatched by beauty's eyes, But yet it is a sport to see How wit will run on wheels; But such as will run mad with will, But leave them to their study still, Till time too late we make them try, "John Dowland," says a note in the Rev. Alexander Dyce's edition of the Poems of Shakspeare, "was a famous lutist." In a sonnet, often attributed to Shakspeare, because inserted in his "Passionate Pilgrim," but published by Richard Barnefield a year before the "Passionate Pilgrim" was given to the world, occur the lines :— "Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch THERE IS A GARDEN IN HER FACE. From "An Houres Recreation in Musicke." RICHARD ALLISON, 1606. THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; Those cherries fairly do enclose Which, when her lovely laughter shows, Yet them no peer nor prince may buy Her eyes like angels watch them still, This song is apparently the original which suggested to Herrick the lines entitled "Cherry ripe." Having been somewhat altered and adapted to a pleasing melody by Mr. Charles E. Horn, the song of "Cherry ripe" became very popular about the year 1825, The melody appears to have been suggested by Mr. Attwood's song, "Let me die," CHERRY RIPE. Cherry ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones come and buy. If so be you ask me where Cherry ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones come and buy; Full and fair ones, come and buy. SYMPTOMS OF LOVE. From "The Muses' Gardens," 1610. ONCE did my thoughts both ebb and flow, Once did I hope, straight fear again,- Once did I waking spend the night, Once, by my carving true-love's knot, That wounds and tears were both our lots,- Once did I breathe another's breath, Once was I not mine own at all,— And then I was in love. Once wore I bracelets made of hair, Once were my clothes made out of wax,- Once did I sonnet to my saint, Once in my breast did dangling hang A little turtle-dove; Once, in a word, I was a fool, And then I was in love. A DOUBT RESOLVED. Dr. R. HUGHES. From the Third Book of " Henry Lawes's Ayros.” FAIN Would I love, but that I fear The fair one she's a mark to all, To cure these fears whene'er I woo? Young lover, know it is not I Henry Lawes, born in 1600, was the composer of the original music of DEAREST! DO NOT YOU DELAY ME. From FLETCHER'S Comedy of the "Spanish Curate,” 1622. Since thou know'st I must be gone; Oh, then, speak, thou fairest fair! Else dull silence sure will starve me : YOU MEANER BEAUTIES. Sir HENRY WOTTON, born 1568, died 1639. You meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light,- Ye violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, As if the spring were all your own,- Ye curious chanters of the wood, By your weak accents,-what's your praise So when my mistress shall be seen, Th' eclipse and glory of her kind. This song is supposed to have been inspired by the charms of the Queen of Bohemia, daughter of King James I. It is printed with additional stanzas in Chambers's "Scottish Songs," as the composition of Henry Lord Darnley, the unfortunate husband of the unfortunate Mary Queen of Scots. The additional verses are of no great merit, and do not seem to have been the composition of Sir Henry Wotton. Dr. Percy has altered the word "moon," in the concluding line of the first stanza, to "sun," but without sufficiently considering whether the alteration were an improvement. The "sun" is not one of the beauties of the night. The poet knew his meaning better than his critic. WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY. Sir ROBERT AYTOUN, born 1570, died 1638. I LOV'D thee once, I'll love no more, What reason I should be the same? Nothing could have my love o'erthrown, A captive's captive to remain? |