Oh let them come and taste this beer, And water henceforth they'll forswear. If that the Paracelsian crew The virtues of this liquor knew, 'Tis medicine; meat for young It is sublim'd; it's calcinate; and old; It is the quintessence of malt; It heals, it hurts; it cures, it kills; On a Mistress of whose affection he was doubtful. WHAT though with figures I should raise VOL. III. HENRY GLAPTHORNE. A poet who, like many of his contemporaries, seems to have mistaken extravagance and exaggeration for tenderness and fancy. His best composition is entitled "to my Friend, Advice" it contains much good sense, and some good poetry, but it is too long for insertion here. Of his lighter pieces the following is perhaps the least unfavourable specimen. His poems were printed in a small quarto, 1639. He wrote, besides, nine plays, five of which were printed singly in 1639 and 1640. Phillips pronounces him "not "altogether ill-deserving of the English stage." UNCLOSE those eye-lids, and outshine Why should it fade so soon away? The sun's so drown'd i' th' morning's tears. Oh! lot not sadness cloud this beauty, Which if you lose you'll ne'er recover! It is not love's, but sorrow's duty, SIR JOHN SUCKLING, Son of Sir John Suckling, knt. of Whitton, in Middlesex, (comptroller of the household to James I. and Charles I. member of the privy council, and secretary of state ;) is said to have been born in 1613. This date, however, seems to be inaccurate; for, Mr Lysons [Env. of Lond. Vol. III.) has given the day of his baptism, from the parish register, four years earlier, viz. Feb. 10, 1608-9, Langbaine, not content with informing us that his birth was delayed to "the beginning of the eleventh month,” (“ uc66 cording to his mother's reckoning") adds that his life was not less remarkable, " for he had so pregnant a genius, that " he spoke Latin at five years old, and writ it at nine. In the course of his travels he made a campaign under Gustavus Adolphus; during which he was present at three battles, five sieges, and as many skirmishes; but a magnificent regiment of cavalry, raised at his own expense, (12001.) in the beginning of our civil wars, which became equally conspicuous for cowardice and finery, threw a considerable degree of ridicule on his military reputation. His plays have little merit, though Phillips says that in his time they still brought audience to the theatres. But the grace and elegance of his songs and ballads are inimitable : they "have a pretty touch," says the author just quoted, "of a gentle spirit, and seem to savour more of the grape "than lamp." His prose writings have been also much admired. He died of a fever, in 1641, aged only 32 years. For further particulars see Cibber's Lives, and Grainger's Biographical History of England. His works were published in 1646, 8vo. and his "Last remains" in 1659. They have been several times reprinted. SONG. WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail ? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame; this will not move, This cannot take her: If of herself she will not love, The devil take her! SONG. HONEST lover whosoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wavering thought, if thy flame Were not still even, still the same; |