THOMAS SACKVILLE, BARON BUCKHURST, AND EARL OF DORSET, [Born, 1536. Died, April 19, 1608.] WAS the son of Sir Richard Sackville, and was born at Withyam, in Sussex, in 1536. He was educated at both universities, and enjoyed an early reputation in Latin as well as in English poetry. While a student of the Inner Temple, he wrote his tragedy of Gorboduc, which was played by the young students, as a part of a Christmas entertainment, and afterwards before Queen Elizabeth at Whitehall, in 1561. In a subsequent edition of this piece it was entitled the tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex. He is said to have been assisted in the composition of it by Thomas Norton; but to what extent does not appear. T. Warton disputes the fact of his being at all indebted to Norton. The merit of the piece does not render the question of much importance. This tragedy and his contribution of the Induction and Legend of the Duke of Buckingham to the "Mirror for Magistrates," compose the poetical history of Sackville's life. The rest of it was political. He had been elected to parliament at the age of thirty. Six years afterwards, in the same year that his Induction and Legend of Buckingham were published, he went abroad on his travels, and was, for some reason that is not mentioned, confined, for a time, as a prisoner at Rome; but he returned home, on the death of his father, in 1566, and was soon after promoted to the title of Baron Buckhurst. Having entered at first with rather too much prodigality on the enjoyment of his patrimony, he is said to have been reclaimed by the indignity of being kept in waiting by an alderman, from whom he was borrowing money, and to have made a resolution of economy, from which he never departed. The queen employed him, in the fourteenth year of her reign, in an embassy to Charles IX. of France. In 1587 he went as ambassador to the United Provinces, upon their complaint against the Earl of Leicester; but, though he per formed his trust with integrity, the favourite had sufficient influence to get him recalled; and on his return, he was ordered to confinement in his own house, for nine or ten months. On Leicester's death, however, he was immediately reinstated in royal favour, and was made knight of the garter, and chancellor of Oxford. On the death of Burleigh he became lord high-treasurer of England. At Queen Elizabeth's demise he was one of the privy councillors on whom the administration of the kingdom devolved, and he concurred in proclaiming King James. The new sovereign confirmed him in the office of hightreasurer by a patent for life, and on all occasions consulted him with confidence. In March, 1604, he was created Earl of Dorset. He died suddenly [1608] at the council table, in consequence of a dropsy on the brain. Few ministers, as Lord Oxford remarks, have left behind them so unblemished a character. His family considered his memory so invulnerable, that when some partial aspersions were thrown upon it, after his death, they disdained to answer them. He carried taste and elegance even into his formal political functions, and for his eloquence was styled the bell of the Star Chamber. As a poet, his attempt to unite allegory with heroic narrative, and his giving our language its earliest regular tragedy, evince the views and enterprise of no ordinary mind; but, though the induction to the Mirror for Magistrates displays some potent sketches, it bears the complexion of a saturnine genius, and resembles a bold and gloomy landscape on which the sun never shines. As to Gorboduc, it is a piece of monotonous recitals, and cold and heavy accumulation of incidents. As an imitation of classical tragedy it is peculiarly unfortunate, in being without even the unities of place and time, to circumscribe its dulness. COMPLAINT OF HENRY, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. FROM SACKVILLE'S INDUCTION TO THE THE wrathful Winter, 'proaching on apace, With blust'ring blasts had all ybared the treen, And old Saturnus, with his frosty face, With chilling cold had pierced the tender green; The mantles rent wherein enwrapped been The gladsome groves that now lay overthrown, The tapets torn, and every tree down blown. The "Mirror for Magistrates" was intended to celebrate the chief unfortunate personages in English history, in a series of poetical legends spoken by the characters themselves, with epilogues interspersed to connect the stories, in imitation of Boccaccio's Fall of Princes, which had been translated by Lydgate. The historian of English poetry ascribes the plan of this work to Sackville, and seems to have supposed that his Induction and legend of Henry Duke of Buckingham appeared in the first edition: but Sir E. Brydges has shown that it was not until the second edition of the Mirror for Magistrates that Sackville's contribution was published, viz. in 1563. Baldwin and Ferrers were the authors of the first edition, in 1559. Hig gins, Phayer, Churchyard, and a crowd of inferior versifiers, contributed successive legends, not confining themselves to English history, but treating the reader with the lamentations of Geta and Caracalla, Brennus, &c. &c. till the improvement of the drama superseded those dreary monologues, by giving heroic history a more engaging air. a Sweet. Hawthorn had lost his motley livery, The naked twigs were shivering all for cold, When lo, the Night with misty mantles spread, ... And pale Cynthea, with her borrow'd light, Beholding dark oppressing day so near; That musing on this worldly wealth in thought, Such fall of Peers as in this realm had be, And strait forth-stalking with redoubled pace, Sackville's contribution to "The Mirror for Magistrates,” is the only part of it that is tolerable. It is observable that his plan differs materially from that of the other contributors. He lays the scene, like Dante, in Hell, and makes his characters relate their history at the gates of Elysium, SORROW THEN ADDRESSES THE POET. For forth she paced in her fearful tale: Come, hear the plaining and the bitter bale We now were come, where,hand in hand embraced, It was no way for any mortal wight. . . . ALLEGORICAL PERSONAGES DESCRIBED IN HELL. And first within the porch and jaws of Hell So was her mind continually in fear, Toss'd and tormented by the tedious thought Next saw we Dread, all trembling how he shook, His face was lean and some-deal pined away, under the guidance of Sorrow; while the authors of the other legends are generally contented with simply dreaming of the unfortunate personages, and, by going to sleep, offer a powerful inducement to follow their example. Been. Stopped.-d Astonished. Fetched. Save clouts and patches, pieced one by one; His food, for most, was wild fruits of the tree; Whose wretched state, when he had well beheld By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, A very corps, save yielding forth a breath; And next in order sad Old Age we found, GEORGE GASCOIGNE [Born, 1536. Died, 1577.] WAS born in 1536,* of an ancient family in Essex, was bred at Cambridge, and entered at Gray's-Inn; but being disinherited by his father for extravagance, he repaired to Holland, and obtained a commission under the Prince of Orange. A quarrel with his colonel retarded his promotion in that service; and a circumstance occurred which had nearly cost him his life. A lady at the Hague (the town being then in the enemy's possession) sent him a letter, which was intercepted in the camp, and a report against his loyalty was made by those who had seized it. Gascoigne immediately laid the affair before the Prince, who saw through the design of his accusers, and gave him a passport for visiting his female friend. At the siege of Middleburgh he displayed so much bravery, that the Prince rewarded him with 300 gilders above his pay; but he was soon after made prisoner by the Spaniards," and having spent four months in captivity, re turned to England, and resided generally at Walthamstow. In 1575 he accompanied Queen Elizabeth in one of her stately progresses, and wrote for her amusement a mask, entitled the Princely Pleasures of Kenilworth Castle. He is generally said to have died at Stamford, in 1578; but the registers of that place have been searched in vain for his name, by the writer of an article in the Censura Literaria,† who has corrected some mistakes in former accounts of him. It is not probable, however, that he lived long after 1576, as, from a manuscript in the British Museum, it appears that, in that year, he complains of his infirmities, and nothing afterwards came from his pen. Gascoigne was one of the earliest contributors to our drama. He wrote The Supposes, a comedy, translated from Ariosto, and Jocasta, a tragedy from Euripides, with some other pieces.‡ DE PROFUNDIS. FROM depth of dole, wherein my soul doth dwell, From heavy heart, which harbours in my breast, * Mr. Ellis conjectures that he was born much earlier. Cens. Lit. vol. i. p. 100. Gascoigne died at Stamford on the 7th of October, 1577.-See COLLIER's Annals, vol. i. p. 192. From troubled sprite, which seldom taketh rest, From hope of heaven, from dread of darksome hell, [One of his principal works is The Fruits of War: it was suggested by his personal adventures and observations. His verse is smooth, flowing, and unaffected. One of his best pieces is De Profundis, which I have added to Mr. Campbell's selections.-G.] O gracious God, to thee I cry and yell: My God, my Lord, my lovely Lord, alone To thee I call, to thee I make my moan. And thou, good God, vouchsafe in grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint; Oh! hear me, then, for thy great mercy's sake. Oh! bend thine ears attentively to hear, Oh! turn thine eyes, behold me how I wail! Oh! hearken, Lord, give ear for mine avail, Oh! mark in mind the burdens that I bear; See how I sink in sorrows everywhere. Behold and see what dolors I endure, Give ear and mark what plaints I put in ure ;" Bend willing ears; and pity therewithal My willing voice, With hasty wing From me doth fling, And striveth still unto the Lord to fly. O Israel! O household of the Lord! O Abraham's sons! O brood of blessed seed! O chosen sheep, that love the Lord indeed! O hungry hearts! feed still upon his word, And put your trust in Him with one accord. For He hath mercy evermore at hand, His fountains flow, his springs do never stand; And plenteously He loveth to redeem Such sinners all As on Him call, And faithfully his mercies most esteem. He will bring home the sheep that go astray, From all that is Or was amiss Since Abraham's heirs did first his laws reject. ARRAIGNMENT OF A LOVER. AT Beauty's bar as I did stand, My lord, quod I, this lady here, Quoth Beauty, No, it fitteth not` Jealous the gaoler bound me fast, George, quoth the judge, now thou art cast, : Misery. Down fell I then upon my knee, And though this Judge doth make such haste To save the man that meant you good; Thus am I Beauty's bounden thrall, THE VANITY OF THE BEAUTIFUL. THEY course the glass, and let it take no rest; They pass and spy, who gazeth on their face; They darkly ask whose beauty seemeth best; They hark and mark who marketh most their grace; They stay their steps, and stalk a stately pace; They jealous are of every sight they see; They strive to seem, but never care to be.... What grudge and grief our joys may then sup press, To see our hairs, which yellow were as gold, VANITY OF YOUTH. Of lusty youth then lustily to treat, SWIFTNESS OF TIME. THE heavens on high perpetually do move; FROM GASCOIGNE'S GRIEF OF JOY, An unpublished Poem in the British Museum. THERE is a grief in every kind of joy, That is my theme, and that I mean to prove; And who were he which would not drink annoy, To taste thereby the lightest dram of love? .... JOHN HARRINGTON. [Born, 1534. Died, 1582.] JOHN HARRINGTON, the father of the translator of Ariosto, was imprisoned by Queen Mary for his suspected attachment to Queen Elizabeth, by whom he was afterwards rewarded with a grant of lands. Nothing that the younger Harrington has written seems to be worth preserving; but the few specimens of his father's poetry which are found in the Nuga Antiquæ may excite a regret that he did not write more. His love verses have an elegance and terseness, more modern, by an hundred years, than those of his contemporaries. VERSES ON A MOST STONY-HEARTED MAIDEN WHO DID SORELY BEGUILE THE NOBLE KNIGHT, |