the edition of 1599, we believe, has been preserved, and that is among Capell's books in the library of Trinity College, Cambridge. No other copy of "The Passionate Pilgrim" of 1612 has the two title pages, with and without the name of Shakespeare, but that formerly belonging to Malone, and bequeathed by him, with so many other valuable rarities, to the Bodleian Library.

Robert Chester, dated 16011. Malone preceded "The Phoenix and the Turtle," by the song "Take, O1 take those lips away:" this we have not thought it necessary to repeat, because we have given the whole of it, exactly in the same words, in "Measure for Measure," Act IV., Sc. 1 The first verse only is found in Shakespeare, and the second, which is much inferior, in Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother." It may be doubted, therefore, whether Shakespeare wrote it, or, like Beaumont and Fletcher, only introduced part of it into his play as a popular song of the time.. Penniless," 1592, (Shakespeare Society's reprint, pp. 38 99) and Thorns's Anecdotes and Traditions," (printed for the Camden SoIt is called "Love's Martyr, or Rosalin's Complaint" Of the eiety) p. 56. Charles Chester is several times mentioned by name in author or editor nothing is known; but he is not to be confoundedSkialetheia," a collection of Epigrams and Satires, by E. Guilpin with Charles Chester, called Carlo Buffone in Ben Jonson's "Every printed in 1598, as well as in "Ulysses upon Ajax," 1596. Man out of his Humour," and respecting whom see Nash's "Pierce

"The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599, concludes with a piece of moral satire, "Whilst as fickle fortune smil'd," &c., and we have followed it by a poem found only in a publication by broad. It contains some curious variations from the text of the first edition in 1589. 4to.

WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my years be past the best,
I smiling credit her false speaking tongue,
Out-facing faults in love with love's ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love's best habit is a soothing tongue,
And age, in love, loves not to have years told.

Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.

II.'

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man, right fair,
The worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt a saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her fair pride:
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
For being both to me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell.

The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

III.'

Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye,
'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument,
Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.
A woman I forswore; but I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me.
My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is :
Then thou fair sun, that on this earth dost shine,
Exhale this vapour now; in thee it is:
If broken, then it is no fault of mine.
If by me broke, what fool is not so wise

To break an oath, to win a paradise ?

IV.

Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook,
With young Adonis, lovely, fresh and green,
Did court the lad with many a lovely look,
Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen.
She told him stories to delight his ear;
She show'd him favours to allure his eye:

To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there
Touches so soft still conquer chastity.
But whether unripe years did want conceit,
Or he refus'd to take her figur'd' proffer,
The tender nibbler would not touch the bait,
But smile and jest at every gentle offer:

Then, fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward:
He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward!

If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
O! never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd:
Though to myself fors worn, to thee I'll constant prove,
Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers
bow'd.

Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes,
Where all those pleasures live, that art can comprehend.
If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee com-
mend;

All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder,
Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire:
Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dread-

ful thunder,

Which (not to anger bent) is music and sweet fire.
Celestial as thou art, O! do not love that wrong,
To sing the heavens' praise with such an earthly
tongue.

VI.

Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,

And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade,
When Cytherea, all in love forlorn,

A longing tarriance for Adonis made,
Under an osier growing by a brook,

A brook, where Adon us'd to cool his spleen :
Hot was the day; she hotter that did look
For his approach, that often there had been.
Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,
And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim;
The sun look'd on the world with glorious cye,
Yet not so wistly as this queen on him :

1 This sonnet is substantially the same as Sonnet cxxxviii. in the quarto published by Thorpe, in 1609. 2 This sonnet is also included in the collection of 1609, (Sonnet cxliv.) but with some verbal variations. 3 This sonnet is found in "Love's Labour's Lost," but with some slight variations, published in 1598. 4 We may suspect, notwithstanding the concurrence of the two ancient editions in our text. that the true reading was sugar'd, the long s having been, as in other places, mistaken for the letter f. This poem, with variations, is read by Sir Nathaniel, in "Love's Labour's Lost"

1 This poem was published in 1598, in Richard Barnfield's "Encomion of Lady Pecunia." There is little doubt that it is his property, notwithstanding it appeared in the Passionate Pilgrim," 1599; and it was reprinted as Barnfield's in the new edition of his "Encomien," in 1605. 2 The next line is lost. This sonnet, with considerable variations, is the third in a collection of seventy-two sonnets, published in 1596, under the title of "Fidessa," with the name of B. Griffin, as the author. A syllabic defect in the first line is there remedied by the insertion of "young" before "Adonis." A manuscript of the time, now before us, is without the epithet, and has the initials W.S at the end. The line so stands in both editions of "The Passionate Pilgrim," and in the contemporaneous man script; but in Griffis's "Fidessa," it is: And as he fell to her, so fell she to him.

Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether:
'T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile,
'T may be, again to make me wander thither;
"Wander," a word for shadows like thyself,
As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf.

XV.

Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east!
My heart doth charge the watch, the morning rise
Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,

While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
And wish her lays were tuned like the lark ;

For she doth welcome day-light with her ditty,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty;
Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight;

Sorrow chang'd to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow;
For why? she sigh'd, and bade me come to-morrow.

Were I with her, the night would post too soon;
But now are minutes added to the hours;
To spite me now, each minute seems a moon;'
Yet not for me, shine sun to succour flowers!

Pack night, peep day, good day, of night now borrow:
Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow.

XVII.

On a day (alack the day!)
Love, whose month was ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover (sick to death)
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath,
Air (quoth he) thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alas! my hand hath sworn
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack! for youth unmeet:
Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet.
Thou for whom Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiop were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.

1 an hour: in old eds. Steevens made the change; moon having the sense of month. 2 This is the first piece in the division of "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599, called "Sonnets to sundry Notes of Music." As the signatures of the pages run on thoughout the small volume, we have continued to mark the poems by numerals, in the order in which they were printed. 3 This poem, n a more complete state, and with the addition of two lines only found there, may be seen in "Love's Labour's Lost." The poem is also printed in "England's Helicon." (sign. H.) a miscellany of poetry, first published in 1600, (reprinted in 1812) where "W. Shakespeare" is appended to 1. In England's Helicon," 1600, this poem immediately follows "On a day (alack the day!)" but it is there entitled, "The unknown Shepherd's Complaint," and it is subscribed Ignoto. Hence, we may suppose that the compiler of that collection knew that it was not by Shakespeare, although it had been attributed to him in "The Passionate Pilgrim," of the year preceding. It had appeared anonymously, with the music, in 1597, in a collection of Madrigals, by Thomas Weelkes. Love's denying: in England's Helicon." Heart's renying in England's Helicon." 1 Part. Both editions of "The Passionate Pilgrim," have With for My, which last not only is D-cessary for the sense, but is confirmed as the true reading by Weelkes' Madrigals, 1597.

What though her frowning brows be bent,
Her cloudy looks will clear ere night;
And then too late she will repent
That thus dissembled her delight;
And twice desire, ere it be day,

That which with scorn she put away.
What though she strive to try her strength,
And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
Her feeble force will yield at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say,-
"Had women been so strong as men,
In faith you had not had it then."

And to her will frame all thy ways:
Spare not to spend, and chiefly there
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:

The strongest castle, tower, and town,
The golden bullet beats it down.

1 So both editions of "The Passionate Pilgrim," and "England's Helicon." rigals:

Serve, always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble, true;
Unless thy lady prove unjust,

Seek never thou to choose a new.

When time shall serve, be thou not slack
To proffer, though she put thee back.

The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?

Think, women still to strive with men
To sin, and never for to saint:
There is no heaven; be holy then,
When time with age shall them attaint.
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.

"Loud bells ring not
Cheerfully."

But soft! enough,-too much, I fear;
Lest that my mistress hear my song,
She will not stick to warm my ears,
To teach my tongue to be so long:

Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
XX.'

Live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove.
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And the craggy mountain yields.

There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then, live with me and be my love.

LOVE'S ANSWER.

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

Malone preferred the passage as it stands in Weelkes' Mad

The Passionate Pilgrim," and "England's Helicon," both have love for lass, which the rhyme shows to be the true reading, as it stands in Weelkes' Madrigals, 1597. 3 So England's Helicon" and Weelkes' Madrigals: "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599, has tebe for

moan.

4 In some modern editions, the stanzas of this poem have been given in an order different to that in which they stand in The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599: to that order we restore them, and that text we follow, excepting where it is evidently corrupt. The line. “As well as partial fancy like," we have corrected by a manuscript of the time. The edition of 1599 reads: "As well as fancy party al might," which is decidedly wrong. Malone substituted "As well as fancy, partial tike." The manuscript by which we have corrected the fourth line of the stanza also gives the two last lines of it thus:

"Ask counsel of some other head,
Neither unwise nor yet unwed."

But no change from the old printed copy is here necessary. In the manuscript the whole has Shakespeare's initials at the end. manuscript in our possession, and another that Malone used: the old copies read, with obvious corruption,

"And set her person forth to sale."

So the

Tha

So the manuscript in our possession: "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599, has it, "She will not stick to round me on th' ear." poen, here incomplete, and what is called "Love's Answer," still more imperfect, may be seen at length in "Percy's Reliques," Vol 1 They belong to Christopher Marlowe and Sir Walter Raleigh: the first is assigned by name to Marlowe, in "England's Helicon," 1600, (sign A 2) and the last appears in the same collection, under the name of Ignoto, which was a signature sometimes adopted by Sir Walter Raleigh. They are, besides, assigned to both these authors in Walton's "Angler," (p. 149, edit. 1808) under the titles of “The mik maid's song," and "The Milk-maid's Mother's answer."

This poem is contained in R. Barnfield's "Encomion of Lady Pecunia," 1599. It is also inserted in "England's Helicon," 1600, H. 2) under the signature of Ignoto; but as Barnfield reprinted it as his, in 1605, there can be little doubt that he was the author of it. "England's Helicon" here adds this couplet: :

"Even so, poor bird, like thee,
None alive will pity me."

This is the last poem in "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599. It is a separate production, both in subject and place, with a division between it and Barnfield's poem, which precedes it: nevertheless they have been incautiously coupled in some modern editions. This poem is printed, as we have given it, with the name of Shakespeare, in Robert Chester's "Love's Martyr, or Rosalin's Complaint," 1601. It occurs near the end, among what are called on the title-page, "new Compositions of several modern Writers, whose names are subscribed to their several Works."