Tell Charity of coldness, Tell Law, it is contention : Tell Arts they have no soundness, Tell Schools they want profoundness, Tell Faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell, Manhood shakes off pity, So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, ON THE SNUFF OF A CANDLE. THE NIGHT BEFORE HE DIED. Cowards fear to die; but courage stout, THE POET'S EPITAPH.1 Even such is Time, that takes on trust But from this earth, this grave, this dust, 1 In some copies this is entitled "Verses said to have been found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster." Archbishop Sancroft, who transcribed the lines, called them his "Epitaph made by himself, and given to one of his, the night before his suffering."-(Oxford Edition, vol. viii. p. 729.) SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. (1554-1586.) PHILIP SIDNEY, eldest son of Sir Henry Sidney, was born at Penshurst in Kent. His father, in whose arms, it is said, the young Edward VI. drew his last breath, filled during many years of Elizabeth's reign the double post of Lord Deputy of Ireland and President of the Welsh Marches, and died in 1586, only a few weeks before the death of his son. On his mother's side, Sidney was a grandson of the Earl of Warwick, and nephew of the Earl of Leicester. He was educated at Oxford, but quitted the University at seventeen; and by the time he was four and twenty he was recognised as one of Elizabeth's ablest and most trustworthy statesmen. Much of his brief life was spent in political and diplomatic business. His fortunes were linked with those of Leicester, his uncle and patron, and it was in the years 1580-83, during a period of retirement from court, when Leicester's private marriage had incensed the Queen, that Sidney's principal literary works were accomplished. In these years he wrote The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia, a prose romance after the manner of Sannazaro, and interspersed with pastoral verses; also a valuable prose treatise called Apologie for Poetrie. His series of sonnets entitled Astrophel and Stella, of which Lady Rich was the real or assumed object, were probably also complete before 1583, in which year he married Frances Walsingham, and was knighted by the Queen. Sidney sat in the parliament which met during 1584 and 1585, advocating with his party a policy of active war against Philip of Spain. His project of joining Drake in an expedition against the Spaniards in the West Indies was set aside by the Queen; and in 1586 he took a command under the Earl of Leicester in the War in the Netherlands. His death occurred in the autumn of the same year from wounds received at the Assault of Zutphen. He was then only thirty-two years of age. The high esteem in which Sidney's verses were held among his contemporaries was due chiefly to the scholarly and methodic grace of his style. He made style a subject of study and experiment as none of our writers had till then attempted to do, and he became at an early age the centre of a group, or school, of purists in literature, young men of his own age and tastes, who gladly acknowledged him as their leader and patron. Another source of Sidney's influence was his eminently loveable and sympathetic disposition; while his premature death left a generation, still young enough to be enthusiastic, to remember his generous acts of patronage, his refined companionships and unrealised aspirations. The Arcadia, together with the Shepherd's Calendar of Spenser, dedicated by its author, in 1579, “to the noble and vertuous Gentleman, most worthy of all titles, both of learning and chevalrie, Maister Philip Sidney," established the popularity of pastoral composition in England. Some of Sidney's sonnets are models of grace, both in thought and expression; but the most faultless of them are not free from a certain cold fastidiousness. Among his songs will be found measures of surpassing sweetness. FROM ASTROPHEL AND STELLA.1 NOT AT FIRST SIGHT. Not at the first sight, nor with a dribbed2 shot Till, by degrees, it had full conquest got. I saw, and liked; I liked, but lovèd not ; I loved, but straight did not what Love decreed : At length, to Love's decrees I, forced, agreed, Now, even that footstep of lost liberty Is gone; and now, like slave-born Muscovite, And now employ the remnant of my wit 1 Published first in 1591. 2 A term used in archery: its exact sense is lost, but the context suggests "with a weak, ineffectual, shot." TO THE MOON. With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! THE UNKIND GUEST. This night, while Sleep begins with heavy wings A SONG. Go, my flock, go, get you hence, Leave a wretch in whom all wo Unto whom mirth is displeasure, Only rich in mischief's treasure. Yet, alas, before you go, Hear your woful master's story, Which to stones I else would show : Sorrow only then hath glory When 'tis excellently sorry. Stella, fiercest shepherdess, Stella hath refusèd me! Stella, who more love hath provèd Then can in good ewes be movèd Stella hath refused me! Why, alas, doth she then swear Coals of love that burn so clearly, Is that love? forsooth, I trow, No, she hates me, well-away, All her hate, death soon would seize me, |