If so I meditate alone,
He will be partner of my moan;
If so I mourn, he weeps with me,
And where I am there will he be ;
When as I talk of Rosalind,
The god from coyness waxeth kind,
And seems in self-same frame to fly,
Because he loves as well as I.
Sweet Rosalind, for pity rue,
For why. than love I am more true :
He, if he speed, will quickly fly,
But in thy love I live and die.

ROBERT SOUTHWELL.

BORN 1560_EXECUTED 1595.

WHATEVER was right or wrong in the faith of this jesuit

priest, he died its martyr. There is a biographical notice of Southwell, and a fine specimen of his poetry, in the little volume which preceded this.

LOVE'S SERVILE LOT.
Love mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve ;
They reckon least how little love
Their service doth deserve.

The will she robbeth from the wit,
The sense from reason's lore;
She is delightful in the rind,
Corrupted in the core.

May never was the month of love ;
For May is full of flowers ;
But rather April, wet by kind;
For love is full of showers.

With soothing words inthralled souls
She chains in servile bands;
Her eye in silence hath a speech
Which eye best understands.

Her little sweet hath many sours,
Short hap, immortal harms ;
Her loving looks are murdering darts,
Her songs bewitching charms.

Like winter rose, and summer ice,
Her joys are still untimely ;
Before her hope, behind remorse,
Fair first, in fine unseemly.

not the seas, sow not the sands,
Leave off your idle pain ;
Seek other mistress for your minds,
Love's service is in vain.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.

BORN 1562-KILLED IN A FRAY 1592.

Marlowe was a distinguished dramatic writer, and consi.

derable attention has lately been given to some of his tragedies. Meanwhile one little song has preserved the me. mory of “ Brave Marlowe bathed in Thespian springs" fresh and attractive, while the contemporary authors, of ponderous volumes of legends and allegories, are forgotten by all but antiquaries. Marlowe studied at Cambridge, and came to London, where, from an actor of humble name, he became a celebrated tragic poet. He had many warm admirers, and some bitter enemies. Of Marlowe, Drayton says, that he had

In him those brave translunary things
That the first poets had : his raptures were
All air and fire.

Marlowe translated several poems from the Latin, and

among others Ovid's Epistles, which was ordered to be publicly burned. His course of life, from his situation as a comedian, and writer for the play-house as it existed in 1590, was such as must be more lamented than wondered at. The unhappy manner of his death is solemnly recorded in “ Beard's Theatre of God's Judgments on Unbelievers.” In a fray, which, it is said, took place in a brothel, a rival or antagonist in the lowest ranks of society turned Marlowe's dagger against his own breast, and thus made the unhappy poet in some measure the instrument of his own destruction. As the nature of this little work excludes specimens of dramatic poetry, the song of the Passionate Shepherd is selected from Marlowe's works. It is the song of Isaac Walton's pretty Milk-Maid," Old poetry," says the ancient Angler, “but choicely good."

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS

MISTRESS.

COME live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,

That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There I will make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies ;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull ;
Slippers lined choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs :
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing,
For thy delight, each May morning.
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

JOSEPH HALL.

BORN 1574-DIED 1656.

BISHOP HALL was one of the twelve children of the Gover

nor of Ashby-de-la-Zouch. He was educated at Cambridge, and at the age of twenty-three published his first Satires. He afterwards taught a school at Tiverton, and, through various gradations of preferment, rose to be Bishop of Norwich. Hall shared with the other prelates in the calamities of the civil wars, and ended a long life in obscurity and poverty, at Higham, near Norwich. Though deprived of all temporal emoluments, he faithfully discharged his ministerial functions to the end of his life. Hall is approximated to Dryden by Mr Campbell in vigour and volubility. In reading his Satires one certainly forgets the sixteenth century.

A TRAVELLED GENTLEMAN.

SEEST thou how gaily my young master goes,
Vaunting himself upon his rising toes ;
And pranks his hand upon his dagger's side ;
And picks his glutted teeth since late noon-tide ?
'Tis Ruffio : Trow'st thou where he dined to-day ?
In sooth I saw him sit with Duke Humfrày. (a)
Many good welcomes, and much gratis cheer,
Keeps he for every straggling cavalier.

(a) A proverbial phrase for going without a dinner, arising from the circumstance of St Paul's, where Duke Humphrey's tomb was supposed to stand, being the common resort of loungers.