ULYSSES Faire nymph, if fame or honour were Then I would come and rest with thee, SYREN Ulysses, O be not deceiv'd Our peace, and to beguile ULYSSES Delicious nymph, suppose there were Yet manlinesse would scorne to weare For toyle doth give a better touch To make us feele our joy; And ease findes tediousnes, as much SYREN Then pleasure likewise seemes the shore, Whereto tendes all your toyle; Which you forego to make it more, And perish oft the while. Who may disport them diversly, Find never tedious day; And ease may have variety, ULYSSES But natures of the noblest frame And with the thought of actions past When pleasure leaves a touch at last SYREN That doth opinion only cause, No widdowes waile for our delights, ULYSSES But yet the state of things require And these great spirits of high desire To purge the mischiefes, that increase And all good order mar: For oft we see a wicked peace SYREN Well, well, Ulysses, then I see I shall not have thee here; I must be wonne that cannot win, X. CUPID'S PASTIME This beautiful poem, which possesses a classical elegance hardly to be expected in the age of James I. is printed from the fourth edition of Davison's Poems,1 &c. 1621. It is also found in a later miscellany, intitled, "Le Prince d'Amour," 1660, 8vo. Francis Davison, editor of the poems above referred to, was son of that unfortunate secretary of state, who suffered so much from the affair of Mary Queen of Scots. 1 See the full title in Series II. Book iii. No. 4. These poems, he tells us in his preface, were written by himself, by his brother [Walter], who was a soldier in the wars of the Low Countries, and by some dear friends "anonymoi." Among them are found some pieces by Sir J. Davis, the Countess of Pembroke, Sir Philip Sidney, Spenser, and other wits of those times. In the fourth vol. of Dryden's Miscellanies, this poem is attributed to Sydney Godolphin, Esq.; but erroneously, being probably written before he was born. One edit. of Davison's book was published in 1608. Godolphin was born in 1610, and died in 1642-3. Ath. Ox. ii. 23. Ir chanc'd of late a shepherd swain, That went to seek his straying sheep, Espied a dainty nymph asleep. Her golden hair o'erspread her face; Her breast lay bare to every blast. The shepherd stood and gaz'd his fill; The crafty boy that sees her sleep, There come, he steals her shafts away, But, ere she wakes, hies thence apace. Yet up again forthwith he start, And to the nymph he ran amain. Amazed to see so strange a sight, She shot, and shot, but all in vain : Her angry eyes were great with tears, She blames her hand, she blames her skill; And try them on herself she will. Take heed, sweet nymph, trye not thy shaft, Yet try she will, and pierce some bare That made the shepherd senseless stand. At feeling of this new-come guest, Lord! how this gentle nymph did start! The god of love sate on a tree, XI. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE This little moral poem was writ by Sir Henry Wotton, who died Provost of Eton in 1639. Æt. 72. It is printed from a little collection of his pieces, intitled, "Reliquiæ Wottonianæ,” 1651, 12m0.; compared with one or two other copies. How happy is he born or taught, Whose passions not his masters are; Not ty'd unto the world with care Who hath his life from rumours freed; Who envies none, whom chance doth raise, Who God doth late and early pray This man is freed from servile bands XII. GILDEROY Gilderoy was a famous robber, who lived about the middle of the last century, if we may credit the histories and story-books of highwaymen, which relate many improbable feats of him, as his robbing Cardinal Richlieu, Oliver Cromwell, &c. But these stories have probably no other authority than the records of Grub-street: at least the Gilderoy, who is the hero of Scottish songsters, seems to have lived in an earlier age; for, in Thompson's Orpheus Caledonius, vol. ii. 1733, 8vo., is a copy of this ballad, which, though corrupt and interpolated, contains some lines that appear to be of genuine antiquity: in these he is represented as contemporary with Mary Queen of Scots: ex. gr. The Queen of Scots possessed nought, That my love let me want: And ein whan they were scant. These lines perhaps might safely have been inserted among the following stanzas, which are given from a written copy, that appears to have received some modern corrections. Indeed the common popular ballad contained some indecent luxuriances that required the pruninghook. GILDEROY was a bonnie boy, Had roses tull his shoone, |