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Oh let them come and taste this beer,
If that the Paracelsian crew
'Tis medicine ; meat for young and old ;
It is sublim'd; it's calcinate;
It is the quintessence of malt;
It heals, it hurts; it cures, it kills; · Men's heads with proclamations fills;
It makes some dumb, and others speak;
It makes some rich, and others poor;
· On a Mistress of whose affection he was doubtful.
What though with figures I should raise
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
The brightness of the breaking day!
Why should it fade so soon away?
Oh! let not sadness cloud this beauty,
Which if you lose you'll ne'er recover! It is not love's, but sorrow's duty,
To die so soon for a dead lover. Banish, oh! banish grief, and then Our joys will bring our hopes again.
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.) bas 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,” (“uc“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 Adolpbus; 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.
Prithee, why so pale ?
Looking ill prevail ?
Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute ?
Saying nothing do't?
Quit, quit for shame; this will not move,
This cannot take her:
Nothing can make her.
Honest lover whosoever,
Was one wavering thought, if thy flame