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Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd;
FROM THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.
That so sweetly were forsworn ;
Lights that do mislead the morn;
Hide, oh! hide those hills of snow
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
Are of those that April wears.
Men were deceivers ever ;
To one thing constant never :
(a) This song is sometimes attributed to Beaumont and Fletcher.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy ;
Then sigh not so, &c.
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I;
After summer, merrily ;
WINTER, A SONG. When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whọc ! Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw ;
BORN 1563-DIED 1631.
DRAYTON, who is still read, and even admired, was born at
Atherston, in Warwickshire. He studied at Oxford, but took no degree; neither was he bred to any profession, unless poetry be one. To him it proved but an indifferent calling. Through life he was dependent on patrons. Drayton's works, which are voluminous, consist of pastorals published while he was young; Polyolbion, or a Description of Great Britain, in verse; England's Heroical Epistles ; and the Barons' Wars. All his poems contain fine and even splendid passages, interspersed with many as dull and tedious. “ The Nymphidia," selected as a specimen of Drayton, has much of the sportive fancy and airy grace of the Rape of the Lock. The gal. lant Pigwiggen is the knight of Lilliputian romance, and the intrigue of Queen Mab the most amusing on poeti. cal record. The pastoral tale of Dowsabel is one which every body likes, though no one has been able to tell precisely for what.
It is lively and natural, and descriptive
of antique manners ; and this is excellence enough with those who in reading seek only amusement.
FROM THE NYMPHIDIA.
But listen, and I shall you tell
In love and arms delighting :
His love but ill requiting.
Pigwiggen was this Fairy knight,
He amorously observed :
And could have wish'd him starved.
Pigwiggen gladly would commend
Were worthy of her wearing :
No whit her state impairing.
And to the queen a letter writes,
Of love, she would be pleased
And have their poor hearts eased.
“ At midnight the appointed hour,
On Hipcut-hill that groweth :
The tallest there that groweth."
When by Tom Thumb, a fairy page,
It secretly to carry :
She could no longer tarry.
Her chariot ready straight is made,
For nought must her be letting :
Upon the coach-box getting.
Her chariot of a snail's fine shell,
So lively was the limning :
I trow, 'twas simple trimming.
The wheels composed of cricket's bones,
With thistle-down they shod it: