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WILLIAM DRUMMOND: 1585-1649.
Drummond resided at Hawthornden near Edinburgh. He was intimate
with Ben Jonson and Drayton, the former of whom made a pedestrian pilgrimage to Scotland in order to see him. His works consist of sonnets and madrigals; some sacred poems; a few complimentary odes to Kings James I. and Charles I. ; and a variety of epigrammatic and humorous pieces. His sonnets are considered among the finest in the language.
Sweet spring, thou com’st with all thy goodly train,
Neglected virtue, seasons go and come,
TO A NIGHTINGALE.
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours,
Sweet, artless songster, thou my mind dost raise
THOMAS CAREW: 1589-1639.
Carew was gentleman of the privy-chamber and sewer in ordinary to
King Charles I. He is one of the best representatives of a numerous class of poets-courtiers of a gay and gallant school, whose visions of fame were bounded by the circle of the court and the nobility. Carew's poems are short and occasional, with the exception of the masque, Cælum Britannicum, written by command of the king.
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
Ask me no more, whither do stray
Ask me no more, whither doth haste
Ask me no more, where those stars light,
Ask me no more, if east or west,
FRANCIS QUARLES: 1592-1644. Quarles was successively cup-bearer to Elizabeth, the queen of Bohemia,
secretary to Archbishop Usher, and chronologer to the city of London. He is the quaintest of all the metaphysical poets. The Divine Emblems is his principal work.
DELIGHT IN GOD ONLY.
But what's a creature, Lord, compared with thee?
Or what's my mother or my nurse to me?
But what's the air or all the sweets that she
Can bless my soul withal, compared to thee?
But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee,
To heaven's high city I direct my journey,
But what is heaven, great God, compared to thee ?
Without thy presence heaven's no heaven to me.
If not possessed, if not enjoyed in thee,
GEORGE HERBERT: 1593–1632.
Herbert was of noble birth, being brother of the celebrated Lord
Herbert of Cherbury; but he is chiefly known as a pious country clergyman, who earned the name of ‘Holy George Herbert.' His principal production is The Temple, or Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations. Its beauties are marred by the ridiculous conceits and coarse similes of the metaphysical school.
Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright
For thou must die,
Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring ! full of sweet days and roses ;
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Then chiefly lives.
This is the famous stone
That turneth all to gold,
Cannot for less be told.
SIR JOHN SUCKLING: 1609-1641.
Suckling, a zealous partisan of Charles I. during the Civil War, is a delightful
writer of 'occasional poems.' He wrote four plays, but is now known only by a few short
FROM A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING.
It was too wide a peck :
About our young colt's neck.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
As if they feared the light :
Is half so fine a sight.
Her cheeks so rare a white was on,
Who sees them is undone ;
The side that's next the sun.
Her lips were red; and one was thin,
Some bee had stung it newly ;
gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Her mouth so small, when she does speak,
That they might passage get:
and are not spent a whit.