THOMAS LODGE. BORN 1556-DIED 1625. LITTLE is known of this poet, save that he attended the university of Oxford, and studied medicine at Avignon, where he obtained a diploma. He was of the Roman Catholic faith; and when he settled in London as a medical practitioner, he gained extensive practice from the patronage of that party. It is thought he was swept away, among many other unnoticed individuals, by the plague in 1625. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet: Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, Ah! wanton, will ye? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, He music plays if I but sing; Ah! wanton, will ye? Else I with roses every day Will whip ye hence, And bind ye, when ye long to play, I'll shut my eyes to keep ye in, I'll count your power not worth a pin ; What if I beat the wanton boy He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou safely on my knee, FROM THE ROMANCE CALLED EUPHUES'S GOLDEN LEGACY. TURN I my looks unto the skies, Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes; If so I look upon the ground, Love then in every flower is found; If so I meditate alone, He will be partner of my moan; ROBERT SOUTHWELL. BORN 1560-EXECUTED 1595. WHATEVER was right or wrong in the faith of this jesuit priest, he died its martyr. There is a biographical notice of Southwell, and a fine specimen of his poetry, in the little volume which preceded this. LOVE'S SERVILE LOT. LOVE mistress is of many minds, The will she robbeth from the wit, May never was the month of love; But rather April, wet by kind; With soothing words inthralled souls Her eye in silence hath a speech Her little sweet hath many sours, Short hap, immortal harms; Her loving looks are murdering darts, Her songs bewitching charms. Like winter rose, and summer ice, Her joys are still untimely ; Before her hope, behind remorse, Fair first, in fine unseemly. Plough not the seas, sow not the sands, Leave off your idle pain; Seek other mistress for your minds, CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. BORN 1562-KILLED IN A FRAY 1592. MARLOWE was a distinguished dramatic writer, and considerable attention has lately been given to some of his tragedies. Meanwhile one little song has preserved the me. mory of "Brave Marlowe bathed in Thespian springs" fresh and attractive, while the contemporary authors, of ponderous volumes of legends and allegories, are forgotten by all but antiquaries. Marlowe studied at Cambridge, and came to London, where, from an actor of humble name, he became a celebrated tragic poet. He had many warm admirers, and some bitter enemies. Drayton says, that he had Of Marlowe, In him those brave translunary things Marlowe translated several poems from the Latin, and among others Ovid's Epistles, which was ordered to be publicly burned. His course of life, from his situation as a comedian, and writer for the play-house as it existed in 1590, was such as must be more lamented than wondered at. The unhappy manner of his death is solemnly recorded in "Beard's Theatre of God's Judgments on Unbelievers." In a fray, which, it is said, took place in a brothel, a rival or antagonist in the lowest ranks of society turned Marlowe's dagger against his own breast, and thus made the unhappy poet in some measure the instrument of his own destruction. As the nature of this little work excludes specimens of dramatic poetry, the song of the Passionate Shepherd is selected from Marlowe's works. It is the song of Isaac Walton's pretty Milk-Maid,-" Old poetry," says the ancient Angler, "but choicely good." THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS MISTRESS. COME live with me and be my love, |