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spectability, and possessing estates in the adjoining parishes of Hornchurch, Dagenham, &c. His father, James Quarles, was Clerk of the Green Cloth and Purveyor of the Navy to Queen Elizabeth. He died, November the 16th, 1642, and his death is registered in the church of Romford. Our poet received his arly education at a school in the country, probably in the neighbourhood, and is said to have "surpassed all di quals." He was subsequently entered of Christ's College, Cambridge, but whether he took any degree,
bave not been able to discover with certainty. He mi resident member of the University in 1608.
Cambridge he went to Lincoln's Inn, where for
It has been the misfortune of this poet to realize kis own aphorism, that “Shame is the chronical disease of popularity, and that from fame to infamy is a beaten road." The favourite of Lord Essex, and the "some. times darling," of the “plebeian judgments"," is now known to many only in the ridicule of Pope. But Quarles will live in spite of the Dunciad. His manly vigour, his uncompromising independence, his disinterested patriotism, and his exalted piety, cannot be entirely forgotten. These are flowers whose blos.
soms no neglect can wither,
some years, as we are informed by his widow," he studied the laws of England, not so much out of desire to benefit himself thereby, as his friends and neighbours, but to compose suits and differences between them;" so early did the love of peace and virtue awake in his bosom. As he grew older, his attachment to the serene pleasures of a quiet life increased. “ He was neither so unfit for Court preferment, nor so ill-beloved there," says his widow, “but that he might have raised his fortunes thereby, if he bad had any inclination that way: but his mind was chiefly set upon devotion and study, yet not altogether so much but that he faithfully discharged the place of Cup-bearer to the Queen of Bohemia." Of his appointment to this office, I have not met with any contemporary account. Miss Benger, in her amusing Memoirs of Elizabeth, does not even mention his name. Quarles may have been an actor in the splendid pageant prepared by the members of Lincoln's Inn, in honour of the nuptials of the Princess, and which is said by Winwood to have "given great content." The fancy of the youthful poet could hardly fail of being fascinated by one who was beautiful enough to win the heart, and accomplished and amiable enough to retain it. Her name was dear to all the poets of the age. That lovely Carzo of Sir Henry Wotton, beginning, “You meaner beauties of the night," was composed to grace " this most illustrious Princess;" and Donne, when he visited her in Holland, derived "new life" from the contemplation of the happiness of "his most dear Mistress." How long Quarles continued with the Queen is uncertain. Mr. Chalmers conjectures that he left her service on the ruin of the Elector's affairs, and went over to Ireland. This seems probable, for we find him in Dublin in the
Francis Quarles was born in the spring of 1592, at Stewards t, in Romford Town Ward, in the county
of Esser. He was descended from a family of great re
father in 1688.
spring of 1621, from which place he dates his Argalus and Parthenia, on the 4th of March in that year.
His connexion with the learned Usher may have commenced at this period, although we possess no information on the subject.
In his youth, Usher had cultivated the Muse, and we may conclude, from the interesting anecdote communicated to Aubrey by Sir John Denham, that he had been acquainted with the author of the Faerie Queen. When Sir William Davenant's Gondibert appeared, Denham asked the Bishop if he had seen it. Out upon him with his vaunting preface," he replied; "he speaks against my old friend, Edmund Spenser." But Quarles had qualities more calculated than a poetical fancy to attract the great Prelate's regard; unaffected piety, unwearied industry, and much rapidity and excellence in prose composition. When he published the History of Argalus and Parthenia, Usher was only recently returned to Ireland, on his elevation to the see of Meath; and in the preface, the poet speaks of the work as the "fruit of a few broken hours." It is clear, therefore, that he was employed in severer studies. The poem, he tells us, was “a scion " lately taken out of Sir Philip Sidney's orchard, and " grafted on a crab-stick of his own." The fruit in Sidney's Arcadia has been oftener praised than tasted, and Quarles's "scion" has shared a similar fate. Yet the Fair Parthenia must have been favourably received, for the poet's son, John, published a continua. tion of it in 1659*.
But this was not his first production : he had before • There was also a play of the same name. Pepys says in his Diary, January 31, 1660, To the theatre, and there sat in the pit among the company of fine ladies, and the house was exceeding full to see Argalus and Parthenia, the first time that it bath
ham asked the Bishop if he had seen it "Out upon
gramast my old friend, Edmund Spenser." But Quarles
attract the great Prelate's regard; unaffected piety, un.
vas employed in severer studies. The poem, be tells
as war " 1 sciou " lately taken out of Sir Philip Sidney's
But this was not his first production : he had before
spring of 1621
, from which place de dades bis Arpaliwa and Petkenis, on the 4th of March in that year. His connerion with the learned Usher mas hare commenced at this period, although we possess do informa. tion on the subject
In his youth, Usher bad cultivated the Muse, and we may conclude, from the interesting anecdote comminicated to Aubrey by Sir John Denham, that he had been acquainted with the author of the Faerie Queen When Sir William Davenant's Gordibert appeared, Den.
him with his raunting preface," he replied; "he speaks
bad qualities more calculated than a poetical fancy to
written the Feast of Worms, or the History of Jorah, which must have been the earliest effort of his pen, for he calls it his “Morning Muse."
In this singular poem, his merits and defects are curiously mingled; there is the same strength, frequently degenerating into coarseness, and the same freedom of touch, and breadth of colouring The sleepy man whose arms
Enfolded knit A drowsy knot upon his careless breast; and the herd of deer, which startled
at the fowler's piece, or yelp of hound, Stand fearfully at gazeare natural and pleasing images.
About the same time he wrote the Quintessence of Meditation, and the History of Queen Esther.
His next work was a paraphrase upon Job, interspersed with original meditations. Of this composition, Fuller, the church-historian, thought very highly. The author in his preface calls it a "work difficult and intricate;" and in the imitative parts he was less successful than in those more strictly original. Passages in the Meditations read like fragments from an uncorrected copy of Pope's Essay on Man; they have the strength and rough'ness which we may suppose to have existed in the draught of that poem, before it grew into perfect harmony beneath the lingering hand of the writer. In the midst of much that is valueless, the mind of the reader is continually startled by pictures of fearful magnificence, or refreshed by touches of pure and gentle description. The fine fable of the Gorgon's head has never been more grandiy applied than in thesc verses, addressed to one deprived of a dear friend.
, and “grafted on a crab-stick of his own." The
tów of it in 1659*
epso a play of the same name. Pepps sapo ja his Diary he theatre, and there sat in the pit atpong the
esceeding, full lo me Argalus
Advance the shield of Patience to thy head,
And when Grief strikes, 'twill strike the striker dead. And the comparison, in the third Meditation, of the long-suffering of God to the affectionate care of a nurse, is tenderly worked out:
Even as a nurse whose child's imperfect pace
To fail, he gently takes him up again. The plague in 1625, bereaved our poet of one of his best and most esteemed friends, the son of Bishop Aylmer, and he honoured his memory with a collection of Elegies, which must ever be numbered among the most precious tributes of sincere affection, to be found in our language. He gave them the quaint title of “An Alphabet of Elegies upon the much and truly lamented death of that famous for learning, piety, and true friendship, Doctor Ailmer, a great favourer and fast friend to the Muses, and late Archdeacon of London."
Imprinted in his heart, that ever loves his memory. They are introduced with this short and affecting address :
* Readers --Give me leave to perform a necessary duty, which my affection owes to the blessed memory of that reverend Prelate, my much honoured friend, Doctor Ailmer. He was one whose life and death made as full and perfect a story of worth and goodness, as