THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. [The Passionate Pilgrim was first published by William Jaggard in small 8vo. in 1599, with our author's name, in which are inserted a sonnet and ode, which had appeared during the preceding year in a collection of poems written by Richard Barnefield. In the year 1612 the same publisher proceeded still farther; for he then added to the former miscellany a celebrated madrigal of Marlowe, beginning with the words, Come, live with me, and be my love,' together with several pieces written by Thomas Heywood, who loudly complained of Jaggard's fraud: notwithstanding which remonstrance, these productions still continued to be inserted in all subsequent editions of our author's poems till the time of Malone; nor was the fallacy detected till the year 1766, when it was pointed out by Dr. Farmer, in his very ingenious Essay on the Learning of Shakspeare. The order in which these little pieces stand in the old copy is not followed by Mr. Malone, who has classed all those which relate to Adonis together.] I. SWEET Cytherea, sitting by a brook, She told him stories to delight his ear; But whether unripe years did want conceit, Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward: He rose, and ran away; ah, fool, too froward! II. Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, brim; The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye, He, spying her, bounced in, whereas he stood : • O Jove,' quoth she, 'why was not I a flood?' ΙΙΙ. Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,1 Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove, See in my thigh,' quoth she, 'here was the sore.' one; And blushing fled, and left her all alone. IV. Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her, • Even thus,' quoth she, 'the warlike god embraced me!' And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms : An intermediate line is here lost. • Even thus,' quoth she, 'the warlike god unlaced me!' As if the boy should use like loving charms : And as she fetched breath, away he skips, And would not take her meaning nor her plea. sure. Ah! that I had my lady at this bay, v. Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together: 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; O, my love, my love is young! |