in England begins in 1588, to neglect to notice that several poets had, since 1580, been attempting, and sometimes with considerable success, to attain a pure lyrical movement. It is difficult to know exactly how to date the songs of Sidney, all of which must be precedent to 1586, while some may date from 1581. 'My true love has my heart' and Weep, neighbours, weep,' were in any case among the very earliest and most successful of Elizabethan songs. The miscellany called A Handful of Pleasant Delights was published in 1584, and the contents of it are entirely, as Mr Bullen has pointed out, 'intended to be sung to one or other popular tune.' This is from that collection : Consider, Sweet, what sighs and sobs Do nip my heart with cruel throbs, Trust me truly; But I hope that you will some mercy show In due time duly. If that you do my case well weigh, And show some sign whereby I may Have some good hope of your good grace, I count myself in blessed case; Here, however, it may be said that little advance beyond the shambling measures of folk-song has been made. But into his comedies of Campaspe and of Sapho and Phao, both published in 1584, Lyly introduces six or seven songs of a definitely artistic character, and these may be said to mark the advent of pure Elizabethan song. No previous lyrist had sung like this in England: What bird so sings, yet so does wail? Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries, The same ecstatic and almost infantile melody is found in one or two scraps of another dramatist, George Peele, whose famous 'Fair, and fair, and thrice so fair' (quoted below at page 323) is found in his Arraignment of Paris, which dates from 1584. It is, however, certain that in the abundant romances of the period and the various poetical miscellanies this peculiar note of joyous lyricism does not show itself until about 1588, whereas after that year it becomes so natural and abundant that we cease to record its manifestations. This is undoubtedly connected with the foundation of the national chamber music, which owed its character to William Byrd. Italian airs were now imported and English airs invented in immense numbers, and it was necessary to find poems to suit those airs; the result was the composition of innumerable brief snatches of song, lucid, aerial, and sympathetic, either of a gaiety that clapped its hands and danced, or else of a melancholy which melted into tears. To 1588 belongs the old favourite by Sir Edward Dyer : My mind to me a kingdom is : That God or Nature hath assigned. At the same time, the importation of the madrigal began from Italy. Here is an example, dating probably from 1589, by Thomas Watson; it is an adaptation to the case of Sir Philip Sidney of a popular Italian madrigal by Luca Marenzio : How long with vain complaining, How long with dreary tears and joys refraining, Be turned to hymns and songs of pleasant greeting. The From this time until the end of the century the abundance and variety of song in English poetry is beyond the power of any historian to chronicle. The full choir burst forth simultaneously into warbling melody. But it is to be noted that the connection with music continued unbroken. most exquisite songs of Shakespeare and Fletcher were introduced to lighten the action by an instrumental as well as a vocal interlude; even the lyrics in the romances of Greene and Lodge were probably intended to be sung to an accompaniment on the lute. Campion, one of the most delicate and characteristic of Elizabethan lyrists, was a professional musician; and some of the most exquisite specimens of pure song-writing which have come down to us are those which have been gathered out of the motets and madrigals of Morley, Dowland, Robert Jones, Wilbye, Weelkes, and Orlando Gibbons, the Little Masters of English chamber music. EDMUND GOSSE. Sir Edward Dyer (c.1545-1607), poet and courtier-diplomatist, was born at Sharpham Park, in Somerset, studied at Oxford, was knighted in 1596, and died in London. He was praised by his intimate friend Sidney, as well as by Puttenham and Meres, who commended especially his elegies. It was long difficult to know which were his poems : some ascribed to him in one collection were elsewhere recognised as the work of Lodge or Breton ; but in 1872 Dr Grosart did his best to identify and edit all Dyer's extant work-a dozen pieces in all. My Mind to Me a Kingdom is,' set to music by Byrd in 1588, is almost certainly his, and is by far the best known. My Mind to Me a Kingdom is. My mynde to me a kyngdome is, That earth affords or growes by kynde. Thoughe muche I wante which moste would have, No princely pompe, no wealthy store, Nor force to winne the victorye; No wilye wit to salve a sore, No shape to feede a lovinge eye; I see how plenty suffers ofte, And hasty clymers sone do fall; I see that those which are alofte Content I live, this is my staye; I seeke no more than maye suffyse; Look, what I lack my mynde supplies: Some have too muche, yet still do crave; They are but poore, though muche they have, They poore, I ryche; they begge, I gyve; I laughe not at another's losse ; I grudge not at another's gayne ; I feare no foe, I fawne no friende ; I loathe not lyfe nor dread my ende. A clocked craft theyre store of skylle: Because cloaked But all the pleasure that I fynde, My wealthe is healthe and perfect ease: Nor by deceyte to breede offence : Dr Hannah, the editor of Raleigh and others, has pointed out that one of Greene's poems ends with: A mind content both croune and kingdome is; and Dyer himself, as if to show that this happy optimism was not the whole truth, indited a very different tune : The Man of Woe. The mann whose thoughtes agaynste him do conspyre, Tree of the dead, that lives in endles plaint; His spirit am I whiche in this deserte lye, Despayre my name whoe never findes releife, An idle care mayntaynde by firme beleife, That prayse of faythe shall throughe my torments growe; And counte those hopes that others hartes do ease, Butt base conceites the common sense to please. For sure I am I never shall attayne The happy good from whence my joys aryse; Nor have I power my sorrows to refrayne, Butt wayle the wante when noughte ellse maye suffyse; Wherebye my lyfe the shape of deathe muste beare, That deathe which feeles the worst that lyfe doth feare. But what avayles with tragicall complaynte, Not hopinge healpe, the Furyes to awake? Or why should I the happy mynds aquaynte And the alternating joys and sorrows of the lover are expressed in the song beginning: I woulde it were not as it is, I woulde I thoughte it not amiss, Or that amiss myghte blamless goo; I would I were, yet would I not; I myghte be gladd, yet coulde I not. And he sums up the situation in : Now griefe, now hope, now love, now spyghte, Nicholas Breton (1545 ?–1626?) was a prolific and versatile writer of works in prose and verse, pastoral, satirical, romantic, religious, and humorous. Of him little personally is known, save that his father, William Breton, a London merchant, left money and property for his education. William's widow married the poet Gascoigne, and Nicholas is said, on poor authority, to have studied at Oriel College, Oxford. His Works of a Young Wit appeared in 1577; and a swift succession of small volumes proceeded from his pen-over a score in prose and about as many in verse; eight pieces with his name, comprising his first lyrics, are in England's Helicon, a notable poetical miscellany published in 1600, including contributions from Sidney, Spenser, Raleigh, Lodge, Marlowe, Watson, Greene, &c. He wrote far too much. His satire is less coarse but less effective than that of some contemporaries; his religious poems are disfigured by too fantastic conceits. Wit's Trenchmour, a prose idyl of angling, though named from an old merry dance, is one of his most notable pieces. A Pastoral of Phillis and Coridon. Faire befall the daintie sweet! In that bower there is a chaire, Fringed all about with golde, Where doth sit the fairest faire That did ever eye beholde. It is Phillis, fair and bright, She that is the shepheards joy, She that Venus did dispight, And did blind her little boy. There is she, the wise, the rich, This is ipsa quæ, the which There is none but onely shee. Who would not this face admire? Who would not this saint adore? Who would not this sight desire, Though he thought to see no more? O faire eyes, yet let me see One good looke, and I am gone: Looke on me, for I am hee, Thy poor sillie Coridon. Thou that art the shepheards queene, Phillida and Coridon. In the merry moneth of May She sayd, Never man was true; Till they did for good and all; A Sweet Lullabie. Come, little babe, come, silly soule, And to thyself unhappie chiefe : Sing lullabie and lap it warme, Poore soule that thinkes no creature harme. Thou little thinkst, and lesse doost knowe The cause of this thy mother's moane; Why doost thou weepe? why doost thou waile? Come, little wretch! Ah! silly heart, 'Twas I, I say, against my will- And doest thou smile? O thy sweete face! But come to mother, babe, and play, Sweet boy, if it by fortune chance A lamb in towne thou shalt him finde : His glancing lookes, if he once smile, I, that can doe naught else but weepe, God blesse my babe, and lullabie, Popular and esteemed in the seventeenth century, Breton's work was forgotten in the eighteenth, till Bishop Percy printed in the Reliques two of his pieces from England's Helicon. There was no edition of his works in prose and verse till Dr Grosart produced them for the 'Chertsey Library' in 1877; another volume of new discoveries was added in 1893. Single works have been published separately - as The Bower of Delights in the 'Elizabethan Library' in 1893, and No Whippinge nor Trippinge in 1896. Professor Saintsbury reprinted in his Elizabethan and Jacobean Tracts (1892) Breton's 'Pretie and Wittie Discourse between Wit and Will,' which contains the 'Song between Wit and Will' and other amœbean strains between them, between Care and Misery, &c. Edward de Vere, EARL OF OXFORD (15501604), studied at Cambridge, succeeded his father as seventeenth earl in 1562, and, already a favoured courtier, married Burghley's daughter in 1571.. He was handsome, accomplished, foppish, luxurious, ruinously extravagant, and unbearably insolent and wrong-headed. He called Sidney a puppy, but was not allowed by the queen to accept Sidney's challenge. He was appointed to high offices, was special commissioner for the trial of Mary Queen of Scots, and acted as Lord Chamberlain at James I.'s coronation. But his estates had to be sold his wealth was utterly squandered by his wastefulness-and Burghley had to provide for his family. Yet some twenty-three of his poems remain to support the contemporary judgment that he was one of the best of the courtier poets of Elizabeth's early reign; they were printed in the Paradise of Dainty Devices and other anthologies. Puttenham illustrated his English Poesie with the one best known, given below; Grosart printed all that could be attributed to Oxford in his Miscellanies of the Fuller Worthy Library (1872). Fancy and Desire. Come hither, shepherd's swaine ! I pray thee shew to me thy name! When werte thou borne, Desyre? By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begott? Tell me who was thy nourse? Freshe youthe, in sugred ioye, What haddest thou than to drincke? What lulled thee to thy sleepe? Sweet thoughtes which lyked one beste. And wher is now thy dwelling place? In gentle hearts I rest. then What thing doth please thee most? Whom dost thou think to be thy foe? Dothe companye displease? Bring thee unto decaye? Noe, noe! Desyre both lives and dyes I should be lothe methinks to dwell Another short poem runs thus: then Doth sorrow fret thy soule? O direfull spirit. Doth pleasure feed thy heart? O blessed man. Hast thou bene happie once? O heavy plight. Are thy mishaps forepast? O happie than. Or hast thou blisse in eld? O blisse too late. But hast thou blisse in youth? O sweet estate. Thomas Watson (1557?-1592) was author of Hecatompathia, or Passionate Centurie of Love (1582), a series of sonnets; Amynta Gaudia (in Latin, 1585); Italian Madrigals Englished (1590), one of which is quoted above at page 274; The Tears of Fancie (1593). He translated the Antigone of Sophocles into Latin. In the Hecatompathia, 'a hundred passions,' a hundred eighteen-line poems called 'sonnets,' describe each a several passion; two of these are given below. But the lovemaking was as artificial as the record of it; though Watson ranks high among the ‘amoretists.' Professor Arber reprinted the Hecatompathia, the Tears of Fancie, and some of Watson's other things (1870) in his English Reprints.' When Maye is in his prime, and youthfull Spring And lovely nature smiles and nothing lowres ; Time wasteth yeeres, and months, and howrs; Time maketh every tree to die and rott; ; Henry Constable (1562–1613), poet, the son of Sir Robert Constable of Newark, at sixteen entered St John's College, Cambridge, early turned Catholic, and betook himself to Paris. He was an active Catholic negotiator, conducted a mission to James VI. at Edinburgh (without result) on behalf of the papal powers, and was by-and-by pensioned by the French king. But he maintained his political loyalty, though on his return to England in 1604 he was for a few months confined in the Tower. He died at Liége. In 1592 was published his Diana, a collection of twenty-three sonnets; two years later, the second edition, containing seventysix, but some of these were by his friend Sir Philip Sidney and other poets. 'The Shepheards Song of Venus and Adonis,' one of four pastoral poems contributed by him to England's Helicon, was thought by Malone and others to have suggested Shakespeare's Venus and Adonis. See W. C. Hazlitt's edition of his works (1859), and J. Gray's (1897). The following is one of Constable's sonnets: My ladies presence makes the Roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame; because the sunnes and her power are the same; dyed in the blood shee made my hart to shed. In briefe all flowers from her their vertue take; from her sweet breath their sweet smels do proceede; the living heate which her eye beames doth make warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seede : The raine wherewith shee watereth the flowers Falls from mine eyes which she dissolves in showers. Venus and Adonis begins thus: Venus fair did ride, Silver doves they drew her, By the pleasant lawnds Ere the sun did rise; Vestas beauty rich Open'd wide to view her; Philomel records Pleasing harmonies. Barnabe Barnes (1569?-1609), son of the Bishop of Durham, approved himself a true poet, but had been well-nigh forgotten when in 1875 Dr Grosart reprinted his poems-Parthenophil, containing 'sonnets, madrigals, elegies and odes,' by far his best work, and a collection of Spirituall Sonnetts. He also wrote an unpleasant tragedy, The Devil's Charter, and a treatise on political offices and duties; as a friend and collaborator of Gabriel Harvey, he suffered at the hands of Nash and his allies; and see below at Shakespeare, page 364. Professor Arber included Parthenophil in his English Garner (vol. v. 1882). This 'echo sonnet from Parthenophil shows Barnes perhaps at his worst, but is a fair specimen of the uncouth and inartistic artificialities to which writers of really fine verse sometimes condescended (rew being a form of 'row,' and here presumably meaning 'rank'): What be those hairs dyed like the marigold? Lord Vaux and Nicholas Grimoald were amongst the contributors to Tottel's 'Miscellany.' Other sonneteers and minor poets of the period were: William Percy (1575-1648), third son of the eighth Earl of Northumberland, a fellow-student at Oxford and close friend of Barnes's, who produced in 1594 a volume of sonnets called Calia.—Henry Lok, or Locke (1553?-1608?), son of a London mercer, published upwards of three hundred sonnets on Christian Passions, Conscience, and the like, which show more piety than poetry, and his sixty secular ones are hardly more valuable. He also versified Ecclesiastes and some of the Psalms.-B. Griffin-probably Bartholomew Griffin -who published in 1596 a collection of sixty-two sonnets called Fidessa, some of them admirable. He may have been an attorney, but the facts of his life are little known.-Richard Linche, or Lynche, who wrote two unimportant prose works, is believed to have been the R. L. who in 1596 published a collection of thirty-eight sonnets somewhat unequal in quality. — William Smith, another Spenserian sonneteer, is remembered chiefly for his collection of over fifty sonnets called Chloris, published in 1596. |