[BARNFIELD, who wrote the following piece about the year 1592, is little known in any other way.] As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made; Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring; Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn; Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry; That, to hear her so complain, For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah! (thought I) thou mourn'st in vain; None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee: King Pandion he is dead; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead; All thy fellow-birds do sing, Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd, Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind ; Faithful friends are hard to find. Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend : But, if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call; And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king.' If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice; But if fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown : They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep, If thou wake he cannot sleep: Thus, of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe. [CHRISTOPHER MARLOW was born in the year 1562. his birth and the circumstances of his family are unknown, though it The place of is recorded that he was educated at Cambridge, and on leaving that university became an actor and dramatic writer. He fell in an unworthy brawl with a servant, in 1593. Marlow is considered the most distinguished of Shakspeare's predecessors. The character of his works is well described by Hazlitt:"There is a lust of power in his writings, a hunger and thirst after unrighteousness, a glow of imagination unhallowed by anything but its own energies. His thoughts burnt within him like a furnace of flickering flame, or throwing out black smoke and mists that hide the dawn of genius, or like a poisonous mineral corrode the heart." The incidents of his death but too well accorded with the licentiousness of his character.] COME live with me, and be my love, L And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls And I will make thee beds of roses, A cap of flowers and a kirtle, Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle: A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy buds, The shepherd swains shall dance and sing, |