Crookebackt he was, tooth-shaken, and blere-eyed ; Ne could shee brooke no meate but broths alone; But, oh, the dolefull sight that then wee see! A griesly shape of Famine mought wee see: Whereto was left nought but the case alone. And that, alas! was gnawne on every where, Great was her force, whome stone-wall could not stay: But eates herselfe as shee that hath no lawe; Where you may count each sinew, bone, and vayne. On her while we thus firmly fixt our eyes, And by and by a dumb dead corps we sawe, His dart anon out of the corps hee tooke, Lastly, stood Warre, in glittering armes yclad. Famine and fyer he held, and therewithall, He razed townes, and threw downe towres and all. Cities he sackt, and realmes (that whilome flowerd Then first came Henry Duke of Buckingham, Oft spred his armes, stretcht hands he joynes as fast, His cloake he rent, his manly brest hee beat; Thrise he began to tell his dolefull tale, And thrise the sighes did swallow up his voyce? The Induction runs to eighty stanzas, the Complaint to over a hundred. Our text is substantially that of the edition of 1587. The first of the seventy-four characters in the completed work is King Albanact of Scotland in 1085 B.C.; the last is Wolsey. King Locrinus of Britain, son of Brutus, tells his story, King Bladud and Queen Cordila also; and Julius Cæsar and half-a-dozen Roman emperors figure in the company of British notables. Sackville West edited the collected works in 1859. George Gascoigne (1525-77), son of Sir John Gascoigne of Cardington in Bedfordshire, and descendant of the famous Chief-Justice under Henry IV., was an early dramatist (see above at page 238), one of our first satirists, an indefatigable translator, and a pioneer in many departments of literature. He studied at Cambridge, entered Gray's Inn, wrote poems, and sat in Parliament for Bedford (1557-59), but was disinherited by his father for his prodigality. He married a widow (to improve his finances), was still persecuted by creditors, set out for Holland, and served gallantly under the Prince of Orange (1572-75). Surprised by a Spanish force and taken prisoner, he was detained four months; and, on his return to England, settled at Walthamstow, where he collected and published his poems. He was praised by his own and the succeeding generation of writers, and experienced a share of royal favour; for he accompanied the queen to Kenilworth, and supplied part of the poetical and scenic entertainments at Leicester's magnificent seat and also at Woodstock. He translated in prose and verse, from Greek, Latin, and Italian. The Complaynt of Phylomene, his first poem, was begun in 1563 and published in 1575. The Supposes, translated from I Suppositi of Ariosto, is the first prose comedy in English; Jocasta, based on the Phanissa of Euripides, is the second tragedy in English blank verse; The Glasse of Government is an original comedy; The Steele Glas is the earliest blankverse satire; and in the Notes of Instruction on Making of Verse we have the first considerable English essay on the subject. It is pathetic that already Gascoigne thought some of the standard poetic epithets were worn out: If I should undertake to wryte in prayse of a gentlewoman,' he says, 'I would neither praise hir christal eye nor hir cherrie lippe, etc. For these things are trita et obvia. How often have they done duty since! To such a zealous experimenter English literature obviously owes a deep debt, though much of his work is hopelessly tedious. It may be said for him that he sometimes attains freedom both in rhyme and in blank verse, and that his lyrics show even a certain grace and lightness of touch. In the Steele Glas, Gascoigne explains that he finds an oldfashioned mirror of steel greatly more truthful than those of glass (first made at Venice in 1300, but not in England until 1673). Common glass, beryl glass, and crystal he believes to be false: That age is dead, and vanisht long ago, Which thought that steele both trusty was and true, But shewde al things even as they were indeede. All the more reason that, having had such a trusty steel mirror bequeathed to him, the satirist should put it to some use! Thus he can show his contemporaries their faults, as in the two following extracts (the second from the Epilogus)-drunken soldiers, false judges, usurious merchants being also not forgotten : On the Country Gentleman. But who meanwhile defends the common welth? O Knights, O Squires, O Gentle blouds yborne, You were not borne onely for your selves : Your countrie claymes some part of al your paines; There should you live, and therein should you toyle, To hold up right and banish cruel wrong, To help the pore, to bridle backe the riche, To punish vice and vertue to advaunce, To see God servde, and Belzebub supprest. You should not trust lieftenaunts in your rome, And let them sway the scepter of your charge, Whiles you meanwhile know scarcely what is don, Nor yet can yeld accompt if you were callde. On the Court Ladies. Beholde, my lorde, what monsters muster here, They marre with muske the balme which nature made, The yonger sorte come pyping on apace, Till they have caught the birds for whom they birded. And on their backs they beare both land and fee, The Arraignment of a Lover. At Beautyes barre as I dyd stande, Thou art arraigned of flatterye ; 'My Lord,' quod I, 'this lady here, Wherefore hir doome shall please me best. verdict Let hir bee judge and jurour bothe, To trye mee guiltlesse by myne oathe.' Quoth Beautie: 'No, it fitteth not A prince hirselfe to judge the cause; Thomas Tusser (1524-80) was, in Fuller's words, 'successively a musician, schoolmaster, serving-man, husbandman, grazier, poet, more skilful in all than thriving in any vocation.' Sprung of a good stock near Witham, in Essex, he was trained especially in singing and music, became a chorister at St Paul's and elsewhere, studied at Eton and Cambridge, and lived at court for ten years as retainer and musician to Lord Paget. He then tried farming both in Suffolk and in Norfolk, but without success; about 1559 was a singer in Norwich Cathedral; farmed taxes in Essex; became a servant at Trinity Hall, Cambridge; but died in London, a prisoner for debt, in 1580. His highly didactic poem, a Hundreth Good Pointes of Husbandrie, first published in 1557, is a series of practical directions for farming, expressed in always rude but not always dull and sometimes quite pointed dactylic verse, and many proverbs are traced back to him. There was also a Hundreth Poyntes of Good Husserit; and the two were finally expanded (1573) into Five Hundreth Pointes of Good Husbandry united to as many of Good Huswifery, of which there have been a score of reprints and editions, including one in Scott's edition of the Somers Tracts, and one for the English Dialect Society by Payne and Herrtage in 1878. He has been called the British Varro; Scott praises his minute and comprehensive observation, his quaint and pointed style. The following verses, not consecutive, will show his shrewdness and common-sense, as well as his uncouth notion of ' poetry': Of mastiues and mungrels, that many we see, a number of thousands, too many there be : Watch therefore in Lent, to thy sheepe go and looke, for dogs will have vittels by hooke and by crooke. Good Ploughman look weekly of custom and right for rostmeat on Sundaies and Thursday at night : This dooing and keeping, such custom and guise, they call thee good huswife, they loue thee likewise. As cat a good mouser is needful in house because of hir commons she killeth the mouse : So rauening currs, as a meany do keep, makes maister want meat and his dog to kill sheepe. In medow or pasture (to grow the more fine) let campers be camping in any of thine: Which if ye do suffer, when low is the spring, you gaine to your self a commodious thing. The camping recommended for improving pasture is football-playing; and 'camping fields' are still known where the word camping or kemping is no longer used for the game. Tusser sometimes varies his usual verse with a rhythm of shorter lines, which partly anticipates Shenstone and Cowper, as in these lines in praise of having fields enclosed or fenced : The countrie inclosed I praise, the tother delighteth not me, here somewhat I mind for to show. There swineherd that keepeth the hog, In winter North winds send haile, South winds bring raine, East winds we bewaile, West winds blow amaine; North-east is too cold, South-east not too warme, North-west is too bold, South-west doth no harme. In spring The North is noier to grass of all suites, In summer The South with his showers refresheth the corne, The West to al flowers may not be forborne. In autumn The West as a father all goodness doth bring, Though winds do rage, as winds were wood, mad In his Farmers' Year (1899) Mr Rider Haggard follows, but in prose, the example of Tusser, who more than three hundred years earlier tilled the land in the same county of Norfolk; he repeatedly quotes Tusser-less in appreciation of his poetry than in approval of his sentiments and opinions. Tusser knew perfectly what to do with dogs that take to lamb-killing, and how to employ branches of trees to eke out hay and straw as fodder: 'Good lamb is worth gold' then as now; but, alas! by reason of the bad times for farmers, Mr Haggard seems to be less confident than his predecessor that Good farme and well stored, good housing and drie, Good corne and good dairie, good market and nie; nigh Good shepherd, good tilman, good Jack and good Gill, Make husband and huswife their coffers to fil; though even these aids are necessary to ward off total ruin. Queen Elizabeth deserves a niche in the literary history of the period named from her reign. Born in 1533, she was queen from 1558 to 1603. She was one of the learned ladies of her time, like Lady Jane Grey, Mildred Cooke (afterwards the Countess of Burghley), and Sir Thomas More's daughter Margaret; had many accomplishments; and was well and widely read—a better classic, it would appear, than Lady Jane, and more proficient in modern tongues. She translated Boethius as well as Sallust. When she was Ascham's pupil she could already speak Latin easily, Greek moderately well, and French and Italian as perfectly as English. And her mastery of her mother-tongue is borne witness to by every recorded saying or letter of hers; her style reflects her powerful, subtle mind-terrible and insinuating by turns, cold and stately or playful and genial, unmistakably direct and trenchant or impenetrably oracular, as she willed it to be, but always memorable. Her poems, though, like her beauty, praised in her own time as unsurpassable, are less triumphant, but show at least, as Bishop Creighton puts it, that 'she was infected with the poetical fury of the times.' When in Mary's reign she was practically imprisoned in the gatehouse of Woodstock, she wrote with charcoal on a shutter this not unpoetical and quite characteristic expression of her ill-humour: Oh Fortune how thy restless wavering state Could bear me and the joys I quit. And freeing those that death had well deserved. Bishop Creighton accepts as probably genuine the famous impromptu made when her sister the queen caused her to be plied with questions about her belief in transubstantiation : Christ was the Word that spake it, Her best-known poem or exercise in verse is the so-called sonnet, selected by Puttenham in Elizabeth's lifetime as a specimen of the 'gorgious,' and by him described as 'a ditty of her Maiesties owne making, passing sweete and harmonicall.' Puttenham expressly says it refers to Elizabeth's alarm at the intrigues of her prisoner Mary Queen of Scots (the daughter of Debate'); Bishop Creighton thinks it must have been written soon after Norfolk's execution. Here we follow Puttenham's version: The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warnes to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falshood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be, if reason rul'd or wisdome wev'd the webbe. But clowdes of tois untried do cloake aspiring mindes, Which turne to raigne of late repent, by course of changed windes. The toppe of hope supposed, the roote of ruth will be, And frutelesse all their graffed guiles, as shortly ye shall see. Then dazeld eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds, Shalbe unseeld by worthy wights, whose foresight fals hood finds, The daughter of debate, that eke discord doth sowe, Shal reap no gaine where former rule hath taught stil peace to growe. No forreine bannisht wight shall ancre in this port, Our realme it brookes no strangers force, let them elswhere resort. Our rusty sworde with rest shall first his edge employ To polle their toppes that seeke such change and gape for joy. In some versions doubt in the first line is dread; subject faith is subjects'; raigne of late repent is the rain of a too late repentance.' At page 228 will be found Sir James Melville's 'interview' with the queen, and his notes of her conversation. The following, written in August 1588 after the defeat of the Spanish Armada, is from the Camden Society's volume (1849) of her letters to James VI. : Now may appeare, my deare brother, how malice conioined with might, strivest [sic] to make a shameful end to a vilanous beginning, for, by Gods singular fauor, having ther flete wel beaten in our narow seas, and pressing with all violence to atcheue some wateringplace, to continue ther pretended invation, the winds have carried them to your costes, wher I dout not the shal receaue smal succor and les welcome, vnles thos lords [the Catholic earls] that so traitors like wold belie ther own prince, and promis another king reliefe in your name, be suffred to live at libertye, to dishonor you, peril you, and aduance some other (wiche God forbid you suffer them live to do). Therfor, I send you this gentilman [Sir Robert Sidney, afterwards Earl of Leicester], a rare younge man and a wise, to declare unto yov my ful opinion in this greate cause, as one that neuer wyl abuse you to serve my owne turne; nor wyl you do aught that myselfe wold not perfourme, if I wer in your place. You may assure yourselfe that, for my part, I dout no whit but that all this tirannical, prowd, and brainsick attempt wil be the beginning, thogh not the end, of the ruine of that king that most unkingly, euen in mids of treating peace, begins this wrongful war. He hath procured my greatest glory that ment my sorest wrack, and hath so dimmed the light of his svnshine, that who hathe a wyl to obtaine shame let them kipe his forses companye. But for al this, for yourselfe sake, let not the frends of Spain be suffred to yeld them forse; for thogh I feare not in the end the sequele, yet if by leaving them unhelped you may increase the English harts unto you, you shal not do the worst dede for your behalfe; for if aught should be done, your excuse wyl play the boiteux, if you make not sure worke with the likely men to do hit. Looke wel unto hit, I besiche you. The necessity of this mattir makes my skribling the more spidye, hoping that you wyl mesure my good affection with the right balance of my actions, wiche to you shalbe euer such as I haue professed, not douting of the reciproque of your behalfe, according as my last messengier unto you hathe at large signefied, for the wiche I rendar you a milion of grateful thankes togither, for the last general prohibition to your subiects not to fostar nor ayde our general foe, of wiche I dout not the obseruation, if the ringeleaders be safe in your hands; as knoweth God, who euer haue you in his blessed kiping, with many happy yeres of raigne. Your most assured louing sistar and cousin, ELIZABETH R. To my verey good brother the king of Scotts. She wrote French with almost equal freedom and vigour. But in spite of her mental gifts and acquirements, it must be added that Elizabeth · does not seem to have really cared for literature or interested herself in learned men. She paid no special heed to Shakespeare's plays when they |