FROM POLY-OLBION. HERE then I cannot choose but bitterly exclaime Against those fools that all antiquity defame, Because they have found out, some credulous ages laid Slight fictions with the truth, whilst truth or rumour staid; And that one forward time (perceiving the neglect A former of her had) to purchase her respect, With toys then trimm'd her up, the drowsy world t' allure, And lent her what it thought might appetite procure To man, whose mind doth still varietie pursue; And therefore to those things whose grounds were very true, with episodes concerning the Roman Conquest, the coming of the Saxons, the influx of the Danes, &c. &c., and intermixed with accounts of our Island rivers, mountains, forests, castles, &c. &c., and biographical sketches of our great men. The volume consists of thirty "songs," the first eighteen of which were illustrated by notes of the learned Selden, accompanied by maps, representing the various cities, woods, &c. by figures of men and women. The poem must be read for information rather than pleasure; to peruse it, indeed, from beginning to end would be a task almost as difficult as the "Herculean toil" of the writer. If his knowledge is so acute and accurate as to have rendered him "an authority" among geographers and historians, his learning has not rendered his work valuable to the lovers of that less rugged lore which is studied by the heart. Some of the lesser poems of Drayton, however, are full of fire; they have a bold and lofty tone; and flow as freely as if the Poet was unconscious of the restraints which rhyme and measure imposed upon him-while the versification is exceedingly correct and harmonious. Among his "sonnets" may be found some of the most perfect in the language. Although invariably containing in each fourteen lines, he appears to have been aware that they were not formed upon the rules to which it is understood the sonnet is subjected, and gave to them the title of Ideas. In a manuscript note on the Life of Daniel, Coleridge says, "A noble epitaph, more sweet and rhythmetical than Jonson commonly is, and more robust and dignified than Quarles." HERE then I cannot choose but bitterly exclaime Against those fools that all antiquity defame, Because they have found out, some credulous ages laid Slight fictions with the truth, whilst truth or rumour staid ; And that one forward time (perceiving the neglect A former of her had) to purchase her respect, With toys then trimm'd her up, the drowsy world t' allure, And lent her what it thought might appetite procure To man, whose mind doth still varietie pursue; And therefore to those things whose grounds were very true, Than coldly sparing that, the truth should go and all. As they it quite reject, and for some trifling thing He nothing had of ours which our great bards did sing, By their most filed speech, our British most abus'd. The wars we had at home, the conquests where we went, A people great as they, yet did they ours neglect, * * * IDEAS. SINCE there's no help, come, let us kisse and part, Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, LOVE banish'd heaven, in earth was held in scorne, Cloth'd the naked, lodg'd this wand'ring guest, Well, well, my friends, when beggers grow thus bold, As Love and I late harbour'd in one inne Who spares to speake, doth spare to speed, (quoth I); A hasty man (quoth he) ne'er wanted woe: |