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Advance the shield of Patience to thy head,
And when Grief strikes, 'twill strike the striker dead.
Eren as a nurse whose child's imperfect pace
, he gently takes him up again.
Imprinted in his heart, that ever loves his memory.
"Readers,—Give me leave to perform a necessary
earth would suffer, and whose pregnant virtues deserve as faithful a register as earth can keep. In whose happy remembrance I have here trusted these Elegies to time and your favour. Had he been a lamp to light me alone, my private griefs had been sufficient; but being a sun whose beams reflected on all, all have an interest in his memory."
We know that “true worth and grief were parents" to these tears. Strype has related some interesting anecdotes of Dr. Aylmer, in the Life of Bishop Aylmer * Quarles might well call him a “great favourer and fast friend to the Muses:" his charity was extended not only to the poor of his own neighbourhood, but to all who needed it; to indigent scholars and strangers, especially, his hand and heart were ever open. Fugitives from Spain, Holland, France, Italy, and Greece, were all received with kindness and hospitality; for he remembered that his father had once been an exile for his religion. Besides his numberless private acts of beneficence, he supported several deserving Students at the University. The last days of this good man were " beautiful exceedingly." When asked how he felt, he answered, “ I thank God, heart-whole;" and laying one hand on his breast, and lifting up the other to heaven, he said, “The glory above giveth no room to sickness." And when death was rapidly approaching.--"Let my people know," he said, "that their pastor died undaunted, and not afraid of death. I biess my God I bave no fear, no doubt, no reluctation, but an assured confidence in the sin-overcoming merits of Jesus Christ."
Quarles's verses are worthy of so noble a subject; the soul of solemn grief is poured into every line. The 6th
• Oxford edition, p. 118-121.
and 13th Elegies will gain an increased interest f the truth of their allusions. Dr. Aylmer had decla on his death-bed, that his “own eyes" had ever ! “ his overseers," and it is recorded that he "shut own eyes with his own hands." Thus the “self-clo eyes" of the poet have a peculiar beauty.
"bis orexus, "and it is recorded that he "shut his
Pirvel' those eyes, whose mixt aspect of late
Krause I knew, who made it, could contend
gres of the poet have a peculiar beauty.
Farewell those eyes, that to their joyful guest
Farewell those eyes, the loadstars late whereby
Ind did Dauntless he trod bim underneath,
Is made, it had been known that Ailmer died.
and 13th Elegries will gain an increased interest from the truth of their allusions. Dr. Aylmer had declared his death-bed, that his "own eyes” had ever been
ELEGY VI. Purcell those eyes, whose gentle smiles forsook
Vi misery, taught Charity how to look. Ferrell those cheerful eyes, that did erewhile
De reconcile bumility and state.
Proclaimed their ordinary fare, a feast
That make perfection, and return the mind
The perfect vision of eternal joy. The tautology of the concluding couplet appears to have escaped the poet's notice.
In the same year he printed Sion's Elegies, a paraphrase upon the songs of mourning “wept by Jeremie the prophet." In these Elegies are many noble lines : this sublime prayer for Divine inspiration may be offered as a specimen :
Thou, Alpha and Omega, before whom
The graces sailed secure from eye to ere. Farewell dear eyes
, bright lamps, who can tell four glorious welcome, or our sad farewell !
With death, and conquer, and in open chase Wanid spit defiance in his conquer'd face
Toster the weakness of unarmed death, Nar
, bad report or niggard fame denied 1975 no wonder to hear rumour tell That be who died so oft, once died so well.
ELEGY VIII. Hlad nitue, learning, the diriner arts,
ment wisdom for what other parts
Strike sad my soul, and give my pen the art
own ! Alas! that he who could write thus, should have sacrificed his genius to an impracticable theory !
In 1631, he lost his friend Drayton, whose virtues he commemorated in the epitaph inscribed on his monument in Westminster Abbey.
Do, pious marble, let thy readers know
An everlasting monument to thee. In the folio edition of Drayton's works, 1748, these verses are attributed to Ben Jonson, but they are here given to Quarles upon the authority of his intimate friend, Marshall, the “stone-cutter of Fetter-Lane," who erected the monument, and told Aubrey that Quarles was the author.
Drayton lived "at the bay-window house, next the east end of St. Dunstan's church, in Fleet-Street," and was generally beloved for the gentleness and amiability of his manners. The puritan and the papist united in his praise ; and it has been remarked by his biographer, that if his morals had been worse, his fortune would have been better. His sacred poems, like all his longer productions, are tedious and diffuse ; but they are the offspring of an humble and religious mind, and many fine thoughts, bold images, and much commanding ver
To more, and me an understanding heart
Alas! that he who could write thus, should have sacri
. bred his genius to an impracticable theory!
ment in Westminster Abbey.
What they, and what their children, owe To Drayton's name, whose sacred dust We recommend unto thy trust.
Stnke sad my soul, and give my pen the art
I mút the tears of Sion with my own!
Da pious marble, let thy readers know
His name, that cannot fade, shall be
Drayton lived "at the bay-window house, nert the
are tedious and diffuse ; but they are the
And when thy ruins shall disclaim
sification, are buried in Noah's Flood, Moses, his Birth and Miracles, and David and Goliah. He also composed, during the reign of Elizabeth, a volume of spiritual songs, not included in any edition of his works.
In the same year was published the History of Sampson, a work valuable only for the beautiful letter in which it is dedicated.
"To the uncorrupted lover of all goodness, and my honourable friend, Sir James Fullerton, Knight, one of the Gentlemen of his Majestie's Bedchamber, &c.
“Sir, There be three sorts of friends: the first is like a torch, we meet in a dark street; the second is like a candle in a lanthom, that we overtake; the third is like a link that offers itself to the stumbling passenger. The met torch is the sweet-lipt friend, which leads us a flash of compliment for the time, but quickly leaves us to our former darkness; the overtaken lanthorn is the true friend, which, though it promise but a faint light, yet it goes along with us as far as it can, to our journey's end. The offered link is the mercenary friend, which, though it be ready enough to do us service, yet that service hath a servile relation to our bounty. Sir, in the middle rank I find you, hating the first, and scorning the last; to whom, in the height of my undissembled affection, and unfeigned thankfulness, I commend myself and this book, to receive an equal censure from your uncorrupted judgment. In the bad it was yours, it blossomed yours, and now your favourable acceptance confirms the fruit yours, All I crave is, that you would be pleased to in. terpret these my intentions to proceed from an ardent desire, that hath long been in labour, to express the true affections or hira, “That holds it an honour to honour you.
An everlasting monument to thee. in the folio edition of Drayton's works, 1748, these verses are attributed to Ben Jonson, but they are here
ирор the authority of his intimate
given to Quarles
Quarkes was the author.
or is manners. The puritan and the papist united in