Whoredome shall not escape his hand, If God to me such shame did bring, You husbands, match not but for love, Then, maids and wives, in time amend, 140 145 XXVII. Corydon's doleful Knell. This little simple elegy is given, with some corrections, from two copies, one of which is in The golden Garland of princely Delights. The burthen of the song, DING DONG, &c. is at present appropriated to burlesque subjects, and therefore may excite only ludicrous ideas in a modern reader; but in the time of our poet, it usually accompanied the most solemn and mournful strains. Of this kind is that fine aërial dirge in Shakspeare's Tempest; "Full fadom five thy father lies, Of his bones are corrall made; Into something rich and strange : Harke now I heare them, Ding dong bell." "Burthen, Ding dong." I make no doubt but the poet intended to conclude the above air in a manner the most solemn and expressive of melancholy. My Phillida, adieu love! For evermore farewel! Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, My Phillida is dead! I'll stick a branch of willow At my fair Phillis' head. 5 * It is a custom in many parts of England, to carry a flowery garland before the corpse of a woman who dies unmarried. |