SLEE Thy sheep be in the corn; And for one blast of thy minniken mouth, RABBED age and youth CRA Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young! Age, I do defy thee : O, sweet shepherd, hie thee! For methinks thou stay'st too long. Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish: 'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban Has a new master-get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, Freedom! Freedom, hey-day, Freedom! LIFE. LORD BACON.-1561–1626. [The great English Philosopher and Chancellor was the youngest son of Sir Nicholas Bacon, and educated at Cambridge. Called to the Bar in 1582, he entered Parliament in 1583, was Knighted in 1603, became Attorney-General in 1613, Lord Keeper four years later, and shortly afterwards Lord Chancellor, Baron Verulum, and Viscount St. Albans. Although of comparatively less celebrity as a poet, the following claims attention, coming from a man of such mature experience and thought, seldom expressing himself in verse.] THE HE World's a bubble, and the Life of Man In his conception wretched; from the womb So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years Who then to frail mortality shall trust, Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest, Courts are but only superficial schools The rural parts are turned into a den And where's a city from foul vice so free, Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, Those that live single, take it for a curse, Some would have children; those that have them, moan, Or wish them gone: What is it, then, to have, or have no wife, But single thraldom, or a double strife? Our own affections still at home to please To cross the seas to any foreign soil, Wars with their noise affright us; when they cease, What then remains, but that we still should cry I MUST NOT GRIEVE. BY SAMUEL DANIEL.-1562-1619. [SAMUEL DANIEL was born near Taunton in Somersetshire, in 1562; and was educated at Oxford, at the charge of the Countess of Pembroke, the sister of Sir Philip Sidney. He became Poet Laureate at the death of Spenser, but was soon superseded by Ben Jonson. In the reign of James I. he was made Groom of the Privy Chamber to the Queen. Some years before his death he retired to a farm in Somersetshire, where he died in 1619. Daniel was a good and amiable man: his diction is admirable, and his poems abound in beautiful passages.] I MUST not grieve, my love, whose eyes would read Lines must delight, whereon her youth might smile; Flowers have time before they come to seed, |