XXI. THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. This beautiful old song was written by a poet, whose name would have been atterly forgotten, if it had not been preserved by Swift, as a term of contempt. 'Dryden and Wither' are coupled by him like the 'Bavius and Mævius' of Virgil. Dryden however has had justice done him by posterity: and as for Wither, though of subordinate merit, that he was not altogether devoid of genius, will be judged from the following stanzas. The truth is, Wither was a very voluminous party-writer: and as his political and satirical strokes rendered him extremely popular in his life-time; so afterwards, when these were no longer relished, they totally consigned his writings to oblivion. George Wither was born June 11, 1588, and in his younger years distinguished himself by some pastoral pieces, that were not inelegant; but growing afterwards involved in the political and religious disputes in the times of James I. and Charles I. he employed his poetical vein in severe pasquils on the court and clergy, and was occasionally a sufferer for the freedom of his pen. In the civil war that ensued, he exerted himself in the service of the Parliament, and became a considerable sharer in the spoils. He was even one of those provincial tyrants, whom Oliver distributed over the kingdom, under the name of Major Generals; and had the fleecing of the county of Surrey; but surviving the Restoration, he outlived both his power and his affluence; and giving vent to his chagrin in libels on the court, was long a prisoner in Newgate and the Tower. He died at length on the second of May, 1667. During the whole course of his life, Wither was a continual publisher; having generally for opponent, Taylor the Water-poet. The long list of his productions may be seen in Wood's Athenæ Oxon. vol. II. His most popular satire is entitled, 'Abuses whipt and stript,' 1613. His most poetical pieces were eclogues, entitled, "The Shepherd's Hunting,' 1615, 8vo. and others printed at the end of Browne's 'Shepherd's Pipe,' 1614, 8vo. The following sonnet is extracted from a long pastoral piece of his, entitled, "The Mistresse of Philarete,' 1622, 8vo. which is said in the preface to be one of the author's first poems; and may therefore be dated as early as any of the foregoing. SHALL I, wasting in dispaire, Dye because a woman's faire? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Be shee fairer then the day, If she be not so to me, What care I how faire shec be? 5 Shall my foolish heart be pin'd, If shee be not so to me, 10 15 What care I how kind shee be? Shall a woman's virtues move If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the foole and dye? Those that beare a noble minde, Where they want of riches find, Thinke what with them they would doe, And, unlesse that minde I see, What care I how great she be? Great or good, or kind or faire, If shee be not fit for me, 35 40 XXII. QUEEN DIDO. Such is the title given in the Editor's folio MS. to this excellent old ballad, which, in the common printed copies, is inscribed, 'Æneas, wandering Prince of Troy.' It is here given from that MS. collated with two different printed copies, both in black-letter, in the Pepys collection. The reader will smile to observe with what natural and affecting simplicity, our ancient ballad-maker has engrafted a Gothic conclusion on the classic story of Virgil, from whom, however, it is probable he had it not. Nor can it be denied, but he has dealt out his poetical justice with a more impartial hand, than that celebrated poet. WHEN Troy towne had, for ten yeeres [past,] That to resist none could suffice: Æneas, wandering prince of Troy, When he for land long time had sought, To mighty Carthage walls was brought; 5 10 And, as in hall at meate they sate, The queene, desirous newes to heare, [Says, 'Of thy Troys unhappy fate] Declare to me thou Trojan deare: The heavy hap and chance soe bad, And then anon this comelye knight, Ver. 1, 21, war, MS. and PP. 15 20 Of his unhappy ten yeares [fight], Soe true a tale began to tell, With words soe sweete, and sighes soe deepe, And then a thousand sighes he fet, And every sigh brought teares amaine; That where he sate the place was wett, As though he had seene those warrs againe; Soe that the queene, with ruth therfore, 25 Said, 'worthy prince, enough, no more.' 30 And then the darksome night drew on, And twinkling starres the skye bespred; When he his dolefull tale had done, And every one was layd in bedd: Where they full sweetly tooke their rest, Save only Dido's boyling brest. 35 And thus in grieffe she spent the night, And then the queene with bloody knife Did arme her hart as hard as stone, Yet, something loth to loose her life, And, rowling on her carefull bed, With sighes and sobbs, these words shee sayd: 65 'O wretched Dido, queene!' quoth shee, 55 'I see thy end approacheth neare; For hee is fled away from thee, Whom thou didst love and hold so deare: What, is he gone, and passed by? O hart, prepare thyselfe to dye. Though reason says, thou shouldst forbeare, Which fetter'd thee in Cupids yoke. 60 Come death,' quoth shee, 'resolve my smart!'-- 65 And with those words shee peerced her hart. When death had pierced the tender hart Of Dido, Carthaginian queene; Whose bloudy knife did end the smart, 75 Her body fine in mold was laid, Where itt consumed speedilye: Her sisters teares her tombe bestrewde; Then was Æneas in an ile In Grecya, where he stayd long space, F 80 |