I thought thou wouldst pledge me in ale and | Here with the ladyes such sport they did wine heartily. make, Quoth Dicke, You are like to stay till I The nobles with laughing did make their THIS beautiful old song was written by a poet, whose name would have been utterly 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 lifetime: 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 2d 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. Be shee meeker, kinder, than The turtle-dove or pelican: 15 20 If shee be not so to me, And, unlesse that minde I see, Great or good, or kind or faire, I will die ere she shall grieve. 25 35 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, *Eneas 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,' Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise, Then did their foes encrease soe fast, That to resist none could suffice: Wast lye those walls, that were soe good, 5 And corne now growes where Troy towne stoode. Eneas, wandering prince of Troy, When he for land long time had sought, At length arriving with great joy, To mighty Carthage walls was brought; Where Dido queene, with sumptuous feast, 11 Did entertaine that wandering guest. Ver. 1, 21, war, MS. and PP. 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, 15 Though reason says, thou shouldst forbearc, And stay thy hand from bloudy stroke; Yet fancy bids thee not to fear, Which fetter'd thee in Cupids yoke. 64 Come death, quoth shee, resolve my smart!— That thou, poore wandering prince, hast had. And with those words shee peerced her hart. 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 itt consumed speedilye: Her sisters teares her tombe bestrewde; Her subjects griefe their kindnesse shewed. Then was Eneas in an ile In Grecya, where he stayd long space 80 Whereas her sister in short while Writt to him to his vile disgrace; In speeches bitter to his mind Where they full sweetly tooke their rest, 35 Shee told him plaine he was unkind. Save only Dido's boyling brest. Till twinkling starres the skye were fled, And Phoebus, with his glistening light, 45 Through misty cloudes appeared red; Then tidings came to her anon, That all the Trojan shipps were gone. And then the queene with bloody knife Did arme her hart as hard as stone, 50 Yet, something loth to loose her life, In woefull wise she made her mone; O wretched Dido queene! quoth shee, 55 84 Eneas, quoth this ghastly ghost, My whole delight when I did live, My fancy and my will did give; Whom thou didst love and hold so deare: What is he gone, and passed by? O hart, prepare thyselfe to dye. 105 -FROM Ben Jonson's Masque of Queens, presented at Whitehall, Feb. 2, 1609. The Editor thought it incumbent on him to insert some old pieces on the popular superstition concerning witches, hobgoblins, fairies, and ghosts. The last of these make their appearance in most of the tragical ballads; and in the following songs will be found some description of the former. It is true, this song of the Witches, falling from the learned pen of Ben Jonson, is rather an extract from the various incantations of classical antiquity, than a display of the opinions of our own vulgar. But let it be observed, that a parcel of learned wiseacres had just before busied themselves on this subject, in compliment to King James I., whose weakness on this head is well known: and these had so ransacked all writers, ancient and modern, and so blended and kneaded together the several superstitions of different times and nations, that those of genuine English growth could no longer be traced out and distinguished. Ver. 120, MS. Hath made my breathe my life forsooke. -ALIAS PUCKE, alias HOBGOBLIN, in the creed of ancient superstition, was a kind of merry sprite, whose character and achievements are recorded in this ballad, and in those well-known lines of Milton's L'Allegro, which the antiquarian Peck supposes to be owing to it: "Tells how the drudging GOBLIN swet To earn his creame-bowle duly set: And stretch'd out all the chimneys length, The reader will observe that our simple ancestors had reduced all these whimsies to a kind of system, as regular, and perhaps more consistent, than many parts of classic mythology: a proof of the extensive influence and vast antiquity of these superstitions. Mankind, and especially the common people, could not everywhere have been so unani |