1809.] 
cond, that which I call’onr Dimeter, be-. 
from the end of our 
the beginning of our 
third, “is our English 
Trochaick verse: the fourth, our English 
Eleveick : the fift, sixt, and seaventh, our 
English Sapphick, and-two other Lyricall 
numbers, the one beginning with that 
verse w Hic b Tcallour Dimeter, the other 
ending with the same:” the eighth and 
Jast, is a kind of Anacreontic verse. 
“ These numbers,” he adds, * which 
bymy long observation I have found agree- 
able with the nature of our sillables, I 
have set forth for the benefit of our lan- 
guage, which I presume the learned will. 
ing derived either 
Tambick, or from 
Trochaick -” the 
not only itate, but also polish and am-_ 
plifie with their own inventions.” 
The first of ‘the Lyrical numbers al-- 
luded to in the eighth See we shall 
here transcribe: 
- 
“*Rose-cheekt Laura come, - 
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauties 
Silent musick, either other- _- 
Sweetely gracing. 
** Lovely formes do flowe, 
From content devinely framed, 
Heay’n is musick, and thy beauties 
Birth isheavenly. _ / 
«¢ These dull notes-we sing, 
Discordes neede for helps to gracethem, 
Oaly beauty purely loving, 
Knowes no discord. 
*¢ But still mooves delight, 
Like clear springs renu’d by flowing © 
Ever perfit, ever in them- 
Selves eternall."?. 
Hexameter and Pentameter verses, it 
may be observed, of which Gabriel! Har- 
vey had wished to be epitaphed the in--_- 
ventor, and which had heen so frequently 
written by Stansburst and Fraunce, form 
no part of Campion’s assemblage. 
Campion’s werk was soon answered in 
another treatise, by. Daniel, whose rea- 
soning, united to the ridicule of one or two 
of our satirical poets, seems to have 
placed rhyme upon its proper basis in 
general estimation ; and to have prevented 
the world from being inundated with af> 
fected imitations of measures, with which 
the native genius of our language could 
not assimilate. The defence of Rhyme, 
against a pamphlet, entitled “ Observati- 
ens in the Art of English Poesie,” by 
Samuel Daniel, was printed at London, 
1607. 16mo. 
Lhe Works of Master George Wither, of 
Lincolnes Inne, gentleman, containing 
Bontuty Mac, No, 199, 
N 
The Works of Mr. George Wither. 
O85. 
Satyrs, Epigrams, Eclogues, Sonnets, 
and Poems; whereunto is annexed a Pas 
raphrase on the Creed and the Lords 
Prayer.” 8vo. Louden, 1620, 
“ The Shepheard’s Pipe,” which was 
really written by Wilham Browne, form- 
“ing a considerable portion of the present 
volume, without any mention of the name 
of that ‘author: In the first title, has some- 
times occasioned this edition of “The 
Workes of Master George Wither,” to 
be considered as spurious. It issupposed 
to have been published at the time with- 
out Wither’s leave, and contains like- 
wise, ‘* other Eclogues, by Master 
Brooke, and Master Davies.” 
The following is a specimen of one 
eal Os ihe Dialogue i in the ia oa ae 
Pipe 
ROGET. a 
Ah Willie, Willie, why shouldI 
Sound my notes of jollity ? 
Since no sooner can I play, 
Any pleasing roundelay, 
But some one or other still, 
>Gins to descant on my quill ; 
And will say, by this, he me 
Meaneth in his minstralsie : 
If I chance to name an asse 
In my song; it comes to passe § : 
One or other, sure will take it 
As his proper name, and make it 
Fit to tell his nature to. 
Thus what’ere I chance to do, 
Happens to my losse; and brings 
To my name the venom’d stings 
Of ill report :. Mow should I 
- Sound them notes of jollitie ? 
At the end of all are these Sonnets, 
y oT 
Hence away, thou Syren leave me, 
Pish, unclasp these wanton armes, 
Sugred words can nere deceive me, 
Though thou prove a thousand charms: 
Fie, fie, forbeare; no common snare 
Can ever my Hae chaine 5 
Thy sugred baites of love deceits 
Are all bestow’d on me in vaine, 
I have elsewhere vow'd a duty, 
Turne away thy tempting eye, 
Shew not me thy painted beauty, 
‘These impostures I defy: 
My spirit lothes where gawdy clothes, 
And feigned othes, may love obtaine 4 
I love her coe leoks sweare nO, 
That all thy labour will be vaine. 
Iam no slave to such as you be, 
’ Nor shall that soft snowy breast, 
Rowling eye, and lip of ruby, 
Ever rob me of my rest: 
Go, go, display thy beauty’s ray, 
Yo sume more soon enamour’d swain 3 
Thy forced wiles, of sighes and smiles, 
Are all bestow’d on me ip vaine, 
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