But if some brawny yeoman of the guard EDW. WALLER, To FLETCHER Revived. How have I been religious? What strange good Have I hell-guarded heresy o'erthrown? Heal'd wounded states? made kings and kingdoms one? To let me live to have said, "I have read thee." Of wit, like time, still in itself did run; 4 Like Destiny, thy poems; who, as she 4 Like destiny of poems, who, as she Signs death to all, herself can never dye] This is extremely obscure: He says first, that Fletcher is the spirit of poetry, that he is the god of it, and has decreed the fate of all other poems, whether they are to live or dye; after this he is like the destiny of poems, and, living only himself, signs death to all others. This is very high-strained indeed, and rather self-contradictory, for Fletcher's spirit gives commission how far some shall live, and yet signs death to all. A slight change will make somewhat easier and clearer sense. I understand the four first lines thus ; Fletcher's poetry is the standard of excellence; whatever is not formed by that model must die, therefore I read, Like Destiny, thy poems; i. e. Thy poems being the standard of excellence, are like destiny, which determines the fate of others, but herself remains still the same. I republish this poem, as there are strong marks of genius in it, particularly in some of the following paragraphs.-Seward. And now thy purple-robed tragedy, Where brave Aëtius we see betray'd, To obey his death, whom thousand lives obey'd; Whilst that the mighty fool his scepter breaks, Valentinian. And through his gen'ral's wounds his own doom speaks; The costliest monarch with the cheapest man. Who, wilder than his bull, did tear the house; With passions black as is her dark attire, So white a soul, so red a cruelty; Mad Lover. Tragi-Comedies. That thou hast grieved, and, with unthought redress, Arcas. Bellario. Comedies. Spanish Curate. Humorous Lieutenant. Yet, loth to lose thy watery jewel, when Tamer Tamed. Little French Lawyer. Hear, ye foul speakers, that pronounce the air Custom of the Country. So well disguised, that 'twas conceived by none, And all his naked parts so veil'd, they express Received, had not been buried with thee, The stage, as this work, might have lived and loved; And the actors wisely been from that offence As clear, as they are now from audience. 5 Shores.] The modern editors read-sewers. The allusion is proba bly to Shore-ditch, at the time filled with brothels. 10 Thus with thy genius did the scene expire, And though from these thy embers we receive RICH. LOVELACE. & On Mr JOHN FLETCHER'S Dramatical Poems. GREAT tutelary spirit of the stage! 6 Rich. Lovelace. This gentleman was eldest son of a good family, extremely accomplished, being very eminent for wit, poetry, and music, but still more so for politeness of manners and beauty of person. He had an ample fortune, and every advantage that seemed to promise happiness in life; but his steady attachment to the royal cause, and a liberality that perhaps approached too near profuseness, reduced him to extreme poverty. Something of the gaiety of the soldier appears in the beginning of this poem. His poems were published in 1749.-Seward. He was born at Woolridge in Kent, about 1618, and educated at Oxford. On presenting a petition to the Long Parliament, he was ordered to be confined, and, after his release, formed a regiment of foot for the service of the king of France. On his return, he was again imprisoned, and not released till after the death of Charles I. He died in extreme poverty in Gunpowder-Alley, near Shoe-lane, in 1658. Thou warm'st the lover; how severely just Were laughed out of esteem, so purged away; That all grew virtuous to be thought to have wit. Thou didst frame governments, give kings their part, WILL. HABINGTON," Upon Master FLETCHER'S Dramatic Works. WHAT? now the stage is down, dar'st thou appear, Had now grim Ben been breathing, with what rage Of her own plumes piercing her heart quite thorough, 7 Habington was a poet of no mean powers. In his collection of poems entitled Castara, he displays considerable energy of thought, combined with tenderness of sentiment and very fluent versification. He was born at Hindlip, in Worcestershire, Nov. 5, 1605, and being a catholic, was educated at St Omer's and Paris. He died Nov. 13, 1645. Besides his poems, he was author of several historical works, and of the Queen of Arragon, a tragi-comedy. Had been a theatre and subject fit To exercise in real truths their wit: Yet none like high-winged Fletcher had been found Rare Fletcher's quill had soared up to the sky, Make thy bay flourish, and fresh bourgeons & bring; We will applaud thee in this silent page. JA. HOWELL. P. C. C.9 8 On the Edition. FLETCHER (whose fame no age can ever waste; The wildest heart subdue, the coldest warm; He to a sympathy those souls betray'd, Their easy griefs, and teach them all to smile. Bourgeons.] i. e. buds. Fr. 9 This voluminous and well-known writer was born in 1594, at Abermarlis in Caermarthenshire. He was brought up at Jesus-College, Oxford, and after he had travelled through several countries, was employed in various charges. He died in November, 1666. Of all his numerous works the only one which is still in repute is his Familiar Epistles. |