GIVE MY LOVE GOOD MORROW. THOMAS HEYWOOD.-ABOUT 1650. [A dramatic writer and actor in the reigns of Elizabeth, James, and Charles; he is said to have been the author of between two hundred and three hundred plays.] PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow! To give my Love good-morrow Wake from thy nest, Robin-red-breast, To give my Love good-morrow THE CHOICE. BY JOHN POMFRET.—1657-1703. [JOHN POMFRET was born at Luton, in Bedfordshire, in 1667, and educated at Cambridge. He took orders, and obtained the living of Malden, in Bedfordshire. But going to London, in 1703, to vindicate himself to the Bishop from a charge of having introduced immoral sentiments into his poem of "The Choice," this amiable and unfortunate man took the small-pox and died. This piece, from which we have selected an extract, derives most of its charms from the delightful images of a country life which it calls up in the mind; but its beauties in this way have been thrown into the shade by similar efforts of Thomson and Cowper, and hence it is, in a great degree, forgotten.] F Heaven the grateful liberty would give IF That I might choose my method how to live; On this side fields, on that a neighbouring wood. Who all the turns of love's soft passion knew: He that with judgment reads his charming lines, I'd have a clear and competent estate, Too much at fortune; they should taste of mine; And all that objects of true pity were Should be relieved with what my wants could spare; A frugal plenty should my table spread; To feed the stranger, and the neighbouring poor. “TO ALL YOU LADIES NOW AT LAND.” BY CHARLES SACKVILLE.-1637-1706. [CHARLES SACKVILLE, EARL OF DORSET AND MIDDLESEX, was born in 1637. He spent much of the earlier portion of his life in travelling, and, in the Dutch war, served on board the fleet, as a volunteer, under the Duke of York. He was made Gentleman of the Bedchamber to Charles II., and was sent on several embassies. He obtained the title of Earl of Middlesex on the death of his uncle, and that of Dorset on the death of his father. At the Revolution, he became Chamberlain to William III. He died in 1706. Though Sackville came into the possession of two fine estates while very young, he devoted himself to books and conversation. His poetical works are few, but they are elegant, and sometimes exhibit great powers; and he was not without talent as a satirist. The night previous to the engagement in which Opdam, the Dutch Admiral, was blown up with all his crew, he wrote the following piece.] For though the Muses should prove kind, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind, To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea. Then, if we write not by each post, Our tears we'll send a speedier way; The king, with wonder and surprise, But let him know it is our tears Bring floods of grief to Whitehall-stairs. Should foggy Opdam chance to know The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe And quit their fort at Goree ; For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind? With a fa, &c. Let wind and weather do its worst, Be you to us but kind; Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse, "Tis then no matter how things go, Or who's our friend, or who's our foe. With a fa, &c. |