I extract the following few lines on Prayer from The Shippe of Safegarde,—an allegorical poem on the Life of Man by G. B., letters which are supposed by Hazlewood to stand, with initials reversed, for Barnaby Googe. Its date is 1569 :— A thousand happy hands may here be seen, He The following is from A Gorgious Gallery of Gallant Inventions, edited by Thomas Proctor in 1578. himself largely contributed to that collection :Wherefore I wish that each degree With lotted chance contented be. Remember who doth give and take : But seek that wealth, the which will last In heaven is joy and pleasure still; The world is vain and full of ill. Nicholas Breton, a somewhat prolific writer of verse, was an Oriel College man, a Roman Catholic in creed. He travelled much, and served as a captain under the 1 Sir Egerton Brydges' British Bibliography, ii. 630: 'A thousand happie hands.' From A Gallery, etc., Heliconia, ed. T. Park: 'Wherfore I wishe that eche degree.' Earl of Leicester in the Low Countries. From a hymn in his Small Handfull of Fragant Flowers (1575), comes this aspiration of a Christian soldier : Arm us with faith to bear the shield In his Pilgrimage to Paradise (1592), occur the lines: And on they walk, until anon they come Unto a church not built of lime or stone, But that true church of that immortal fame That is world's wonder, and heaven's love alone,- In the earlier part of Elizabeth's reign religious verses were printed broadside, as sacred ballads, to be sung to bright tunes. This is from one headed Songe of the Lambe's Feast, printed 1576: Thomas Becon (1511-70) was among the most popular of the Reformers. He was chaplain to Archbishop Cranmer. During the reign of Mary he took refuge in the Continent. After her death he returned and was rector of Bucklands, in Herefordshire, and prebend of 1 A Small Handfull, etc.; Heliconia, i. 20. 3 Id. ii. 130: I hearde one say Canterbury. I quote a few verses from A Newe Dialoge betwene the Angel of God and ye Shepherds of ye Felde: This Child alone, Sent from God's throne All kind of moan Shall put away. Shall want no grace, Nor yet decay. He is the King, Obeyeth humbly. He is the Peace, And grievous pain. He is the Stay, He is the Way, He is the Light, George Gascoigne, son of Sir G. Gascoigne, served with distinction under the command of the Prince of Orange in 1572. The year after, he accompanied Queen Elizabeth on one of her state progresses, and wrote one of the masques celebrated in her honour. 1 Corser's Collectanea Anglo-Poetica, ii. 239: This chylde alone.' He died in 1577. Among his religions poems his Good-Morrow and Good-Night are both pretty. In the former there is a fresh brightness like the air of a summer morning. I quote a few verses :— You that have spent the silent night In sleep and quiet rest, And joy to see the cheerful light That riseth in the east : Now clear your voice; now cheer your heart; Come, help me now to sing : Each willing wight come bear a part To praise the heavenly King. Then, after, comparing the night to the night of death : And of such hope and heavenly joys As then we hope to hold, All earthly sights and worldly toys The day is like the day of doom, The sun, the Son of man, The sky's the heavens, the earth the tomb The rainbow bending in the sky, The misty clouds that fall sometime Are like to troubles of our time Which do but dim our eyes. The little birds which sing so sweet Are like the angels' voice Which render God His praises meet, His Good-Night begins thus: : When thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delight Sir Philip Sydney (1554-86) contributed to the sacred verse of the Elizabethan age. In an age when religious and poetical feeling were alike full of movement, his ardent, sensitive genius, ever eager to take an active part, intellectual, emotional, and physical, in the stir of life around him, could scarcely fail to give vent in song to the spiritual impulses of his nature. If he had not died so young, it is very likely that he might in later years have taken a more leading place among Christian poets. The following is the concluding sonnet of the passionate struggle between love and duty which finds expression in his Astrophel and Stella: CX.-ASPIRE TO HIGHER THINGS. Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust; In this small course which birth draws out to death, Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath. |