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In that collection it is immediately succeeded by another poem, almost equally celebrated, bearing the signature of "Ignoto : "—

The Nymph's Reply To The Shefhehd.

If all the world and lore were young, (

And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps, and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee, and bo thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and bo thy love.

Ignoto.

In our Illustrations of The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act ill., we have already noticed the probable authorship of these poems. Warburton, upon the authority of The Passionate Pilgrim, assigns "Come live with me " to Shakspeare. But wo fear that Mr. William Jaggard's authority is not quite so much to be relied upon as that of "England's Helicon;" and, moreover, there was an honest witness living some fifty ycare after, whoso traditionary evidence must go far to settle the point. Wo cannot resist the pleasure of transcribing dear Izaak Walton's testimony: "Look! under that broad beech-tree I sat down when I was last this way a-fishing. And the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to livo i= a b.l.iw tree acar to the brow of that primrose-hill. There I ■at view r 5 -i* silver streams glide silently towards their centre, li* S^pes^«s sea; bat sometimes opposed by rugged roots and Y- V:e-F roes, wh ch broke their waves, and turned them into foam.

Ai«i sco;-liiies I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs

*:<=« «.--"-3 securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported :=se'.ves in tie cheerful son; and saw others cravino- comfort f.-.-= rie sw:"en udders of their bleating dams. As thus I sat, ^i other sights bad so fully possessed my soul with content : I ticigi:, as the poet has happily expressed it, — i

* I was ht that time lifted above earth,
Afid possessed joys not promised in my birth.'

As I left this plsce, and entered into the nest field, a second pleas-
ure eoteriai&ed me: 'twas a handsome milkmaid, that had not yet
ar^ise-i so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any
fears of many things that will never be, as too many men too
often do; but she cast away all care, and sung like a nightin-
gale: ber voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; it was that
smooch song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty
years ago. And the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it,
wl'ch was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days.

"Tfcey were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age. Look yonder! on my word, yonder they both be a-milling again. I will give her the chub, and persuade them to sing those two soDgs to us."

We hive now gone through all the poems of The Passionate Pilgrim; and, taking away the five poems which are undoubtedly Shakspcarc's, but which are to be found in the Sonnets and Love's Labor 's Lost, and considering at least as apocryphal those which have been assigned to other authors, there is not a great deal left that posterity may thank Mr. William Jaggard for having rescued from oblivion.

There are two other poems that usually follow The Passionate Pilgrim, though they form no part of that collection. The first is the celebrated song of

"Take, 0 take those lips away."

Our readers are aware that the first stanza is found in Measure for
Measure, as sung by a boy to Mariana, who says, "Break off thy

song." The two stanzas are in the tragedy, ascribed to Fletcher of " Iiollo, Duke of Normandv." There is no possibility, wo apprehend, of deciding the authorship of the second stanza, (see Illustrations of Measure for Measure, Act tv.) The other poem, beginning,—

"Let the bird of loudest lay," —

is found with Shakspeare's name in a book printed in 1601, the greater part of which consists of a poem translated from the Italian by Robert Chester, entitled "Love's Martyr; or, Rosalia's Complaint: allegoricully shadowing the Truth of Love, in the constant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle." There is a second title to this volume prefixed to some supplementary verses: "Hereafter follow diverse Poetical Essaies on the former Subject, viz., the Turtle and Phoenix. Done by the best and chicfest of our modern Writers, with their Names subscribed to their particular Works. Never before extant." The name "Wm. Shake-speare" is subscribed to this poem, in the same way that the names of Ben Jonson, Marston, and Chapman are subscribed to other poems. 32*

SUPPLEMENTARY NOTICE

POEMS,

"If the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather." These are the words which, in relation to the Venus and Adonis, Shakspeare addressed, in 1593, to the Earl of Southampton. Are we to accept them literally? Was the Yenus and Adonis the first production of Shakspeare's imagination? Or did he put out of his view those dramatic performances which he had then unquestionably produced, in deference to the critical opinions which regarded plays as works not belonging to " invention "? We think that he used the words in a literal sense. We regard the Venus and Adonis as the production of a very young man, improved, perhaps, considerably in the interval between its first composition and its publication, but distinguished by peculiarities which belong to the wild luxuriance of youthful power,—such power, however, as few besides Shakspeare have ever possessed.

A deep thinker and eloquent writer, Julius Charles Hare, thus describes "the spirit of self-sacrifice," as applied to poetry : —

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