SONG TO APOLLO. SING to Apollo, god of day, Whose golden beams with morning play, And make her eyes so brightly shine, Aurora's face is called divine. Sing to Phoebus and that throne To Physic and to Poesy's king. Crown all his altars with bright fire, A Daphnean coronet for his head, To the glittering Delian king. MOTHER BOMBIE. 1598. BACCHANALIAN SONG. Bacchus! To thy table Thou callest every drunken rabble; O juice divine! How dost thou the nowlet refine. With sparkling carbuncle. * Tapster, drawer. From skink, to draw liquor, to drink. + The noddle, or head-used here to imply the brain. O the dear blood of grapes CUPID. CUPID! monarch over kings, Wherefore hast thou feet and wings? Is it to show how swift thou art, When thou woundest a tender heart? It is all one in Venus' wanton school, Have far more knowledge To read a woman over, Nay, 'tis confessed, That fools please women best. GEORGE PEEL E. 155- 159 His name [GEORGE PEELE was a native of Devonshire. appears in the Matriculation Book of Oxford as a member of Broadgates Hall (now Pembroke College) in 1564, and Mr. Dyce, assuming him to have been at least twelve or thirteen when he was entered, places his birth about 1552 or 1553. While he was at the University, Wood tells us that he was career. esteemed a most noted poet. In 1577 he took his Bachelor's degree, and was made Master of Arts in 1579, after which he went up to London, and became a writer for the theatre. There is reason to believe that he appeared occasionally on the stage; but he certainly did not follow it as a profession. His intimate associates were Nash, Marlowe, and Greene, the most profligate men of genius of the time: and in the latter part of his life he was acquainted with Shakespeare, Jonson, and their contemporaries, who were coming in at the close of his Peele appears to have abandoned himself to the worst excesses of the town, and to have shortened his life by dissipation, if a coarse allusion to him by Francis Meres may be credited. The date of his death is unknown; but as Mere's reference to it was printed in 1598, it must have taken place in or before that year. He was one of the earliest of our poets who imparted form and power to the drama, was one of the contributors to the Phoenix Nest, and, in addition to numerous small pieces and Pageants, wrote several plays, only five of which have come down to us. Of the remainder, few, probably, were printed, and these are supposed to have been destroyed in the fire of London in 1666. Peele holds a place amongst the dramatic poets of that period, described by Gifford as the time when the chaos of ignorance was breaking up,' second only to Marlowe. If his versification has not the pomp and grandeur of the 'mighty line,' of his great rival, it is sweeter and more melodious; and none of his contemporaries exhibit so much tenderness or so luxuriant a fancy. Charles Lamb dismisses his David and Bethsabe as 'stuff;' but this hasty judgment is balanced by the panegyric of Campbell, who speaks of it as 'the earliest fountain of pathos and harmony that can be traced in our dramatic poetry.' What Hazlitt says of the literature of the time generally applies to Peele in common with the rest: 'I would not be understood to say, that the age of Elizabeth was all gold without any alloy. There was both gold and lead in it, and often in one and the same writer.' There are both in Peele; but the gold was of the finest quality.] THE ARRAIGNMENT OF PARIS. 1584. ENONE AND PARIS. En. FAIR and fair, and twice so fair, As fair as any may be; The fairest shepherd on our green, Par. Fair and fair and twice so fair, Thy love is fair for thee alone, En. My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse! Ambo, simul. They that do change, &c. En. Fair and fair, &c. Par. Fair and fair, &c. En. My love can pipe, my love can sing, They that do change, &c. THE SONG OF THE ENAMOURED SHEPHERD. GENTLE Love, ungentle for thy deed, Thou makest my A bloody mark With piercing shot to bleed. heart Shoot soft, sweet Love, for fear thou shoot amiss, For fear too keen Thy arrows been, And hit the heart where my beloved is. Too fair that fortune were, nor never I That Love shall seize on her by sympathy. To ease my pain, I take the wound, and die at Venus' foot. ENONE'S COMPLAINT. MELPOMENE, the muse of tragic songs, With mournful tunes, in stole of dismal hue, Assist a silly nymph to wail her woe, Thou luckless wreath! becomes not me to wear And in thy leaves my fortunes written be, COLIN'S DIRGE. WELLADAY, welladay, poor Colin, thou art going The love whom Thestylis hath slain, Disdain in love a deadly wound. Wound her, sweet love, so deep again, That she may feel the dying pain Of this unhappy shepherd's swain, And die for love as Colin died, as Colin died. |