THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. Born 1565-Killed 1593. Come, live with me and be my love, Pleas'd will I make thee beds of roses Which from our pretty lambs we pull- A belt of straw, and ivy-buds If these, these pleasures can thee move [This beautiful song is the composition of Christopher Marlowe, a dramatic writer of Queen Elizabeth's time. It has commonly been attributed to Shakspeare, and part of it, even in the great poet's day, was published with his name attached to it, in "The Passionate' Pilgrime, and Sonnets to sundry Notes of Musicke, by Mr. William Shakespeare, London, Printed for W. Jaggard, 1599." In the Poetical Miscellany published in 1600, called "England's Helicon," it is given with Marlowe's name-and Isaak Walton in his Angler attributes it to him. Shakspeare makes Parson Evans sing some of the lines when he is waiting to fight Doctor Caius. Marlowe in his "Jew of Malta," 1591, quotes a verse of it. At the end of the volume will be found numerous variations as given in England's Helicon, the versions of Percy, Ritson, and Ellis, with that of Isaak Walton in his Angler. The reader will select the most poetical.] THE NYMPH'S REPLY. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Born 1552-Beheaded 1618. If all the world and love were young, But fading flowers in every field, Thy gown, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy belt of straw, and ivy-buds, But could Youth last, could Love still breed; [Written, Isaak Walton informs us by Raleigh, "in his younger days," and adds, alluding also to Marlowe's song, that it is "old fashioned poetry but choicely good." This copy is given from Sir Egerton Brydges' Edition of Raleigh's Poems-the earliest copy I believe known to exist is that in "England's Helicon," which the reader will find at the end of this volume. The signature "Ignoto," found often in that curious and valuable miscellany, is supposed to be Raleigh's.] THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE. [ANOTHER OF THE SAME NATURE MADE SINCE.] SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Come live with me, and be my dear, In plains and groves, on hills and dales, There shall you have the beauteous pine, The seat for your disport shall be, Where silver sand, and pebbles sing There shall you see the nymphs at play; The birds with heavenly tuned throats, Upon the bare and leafless oak In bowers of laurel trimly dight, Her richest treasure on our bed. Ten thousand glow-worms shall attend, Your lodging with most majesty. Then in mine arms will I enclose, Lilies' fair mixture with the rose ;* Shall tune me to the highest key. The reader will remember almost the same sentiment, but still Thus as we pass the welcome night If these may serve for to entice [From England's Helicon, where it is printed with the signature Ignoto. There have been many imitators of Marlowe's song, and several parodies grossly indecent.] HIS LOVE ADMITS NO RIVAL. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Shall I, like a hermit dwell, If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be? more beautifully expressed in the ballad of "Fair Rosamond" given by Percy: The blood within her crystal cheekes Did such a colour drive, As though the lillye and the rose For mastership did strive. PERCY'S RELIQUES, vol. 2, p. 161, Ed. 1811. |