The braine of man maist warlie did invent That Purging place, he answerit mee againe : To say that saulles in torment mon remaine, This Pit is Hell, quhairthrow thou now mon go. Oft have I heard, that they that enters thair, I am content to do thy haill command, His words sa sweit did cheir my heavie hairt, Into that Pit, quhen I did enter in, I saw an sicht quhilk maid my heart agast,- And held me heich above ane flaming fyre. The fyre was greit, the heit did peirs me sair, With this greit feir, I stackerit and awoke, God grant my guyde may still with mee remaine, LADY ELIZABETH CAREW, Is understood to be the authoress of The tragedy of Mariam, the fair queen of Jewry, written by that learned, virtuous, and truly noble lady, E. C. 1613. In the MS. Notes of Oldys on Langbaine, in the British Museum, I find the following observation concerning her: "I believe her name should be spelt Cary, for John Davis of Hereford dedicates his Muses' Sacrifice, or Divine Meditations, to the noble and renowned ladies, darlings as well as patronesses of the Muses, Lucy, Countess of Bedford, Mary, Countess dowager of Pembroke, and Elizabeth, Lady Cary, wife of Sir Henry Cary, printed 12mo. 1612: and in the poetical dedication there are four or five stanzas upon her, wherein it appears that Davis was a writing-master; she had been his scholar," &c. Chorus in Act III. of MARIAM. 'Tis not enough for one that is a wife And bare herself of power as well as will. 'Tis not so glorious for her to be free, As by her proper self restrain'd to be. When she hath spacious ground to walk upon, Why on the ridge should she desire to go? It is no glory to forbear alone Those things that may her honour overthrow: But 'tis thankworthy, if she will not take All lawful liberties for honour's sake. That wife her hand against her fame doth rear, That more than to her lord alone will give A private word to any second ear; And though she may with reputation live, Yet tho' most chaste, she doth her glory blot, And wounds her honour, tho' she kills it not. When to their husbands they themselves do bind, Do they not wholly give themselves away? Or give they but their body, not their mind, Reserving that, tho' best, for others' prey? No, sure, their thoughts no more can be their own, And therefore should to none but one be known. Then she usurps upon another's right, That seeks to be by public language grac'd; And tho' her thoughts reflect with purest light Her mind, if not peculiar, is not chaste. For in a wife it is no worse to find A common body, than a common mind. |