Some pleasing verses, In Praise of a Good Minde, quite in the spirit of the best Elizabethan writers, were written about 1590, by Rychard Denys. I quote some lines from the beginning of the poem : What thing of greater price On earth may any find, What gold or riches may compare With virtue of the mind? The mind doth still possess In man a kingly place, And guides the steps of mortal wights, Who that can rule his mind And thinks all pleasures vain, No worldly wealth can move Nor force compel him once to yield Barnaby Barnes, son of a Bishop of Durham, was a soldier of Queen Elizabeth. In 1591 he held command in France under the Earl of Essex. His Divine Centurie of Spirituale Sonnets was published in 1595, with a preface which breathes a very fervid spirit of devotion. The verses themselves are by no means wanting in power of expression and in exaltation of feeling. The following are two of the sonnets:— SONNET XXXVII. O my dear God! how shall my voice prevail? How shall my tongue give utterance to my mind? 1 Pieces of Ancient Poetry from Unpublished Manuscripts and Scarce Books, by N. G., Bristol (1814), p. 45. O my dear God! my comfort and soláce: SONNET XXXVIII. Gracious, Divine, and most Omnipotent! From Thy rich treasuries of endless grace, Henry Constable, of St. John's College, Cambridge, was a Roman Catholic, who wrote in the latter part of the sixteenth century. The following are a few lines from one of the Spirituall Sonnettes to the Honour of God and His Sayntes, by H. C. The initials are almost certainly his : No marvel though Thy birth made angels sing, And kings, like shepherds, humbled for Thy sake, William Hunnis, 'one of the gentlemen of her Majestie's honourable Chappel, and Maister to the Children of the same,' published in 1597 Seven Sobs of a Sorrowful Soule for Sinne, being David's Peenitentiall Psalms 1 Poems of Barnabe Barnes: A Divine Centurie, etc. (Grosart), 1875, p. 179: 'O my deare God! how shall my voice prevaile?' 2 Spiritual Sonnettes, p. 4; Heliconia, ii. : No mervayle, though thy byrth mayd angells synge, framed into familiar Praiers. They are paraphrased very freely. Thus, part of the 38th Psalm is made a text for the following: Sin may well be compared Unto a serpent vile, Which with his body, head, and tail, Doth many one beguile. For where the serpent's head To enter doth begin, Thereat the body with the tail Unto the head apply; And when the heart consents thereto, The fact once being done, Then is the serpent's tail With head and body entered in, The following is from his Handful of HonisucklesShort and Pithie Prayers Gathered by him : O Jesu dear, do Thou with me Jesus, behold, I am but Thine Be I or good or ill; Yet by Thy grace I ready am Jesu, I am Thy workmanship! Most blessed mayst Thou be; In England's Helicon, a delightful collection of pastoral verse, published in 1600, is a Christmas Carol by Edward Bolton, a Roman Catholic, a scholar and antiquary of repute, attached to the household of the Duke of Buckingham. It is very melodious, and its 1 Seven Penitential Sobs, by W. Hunnis, etc., 1597: 'Sinne may wel be comparde.' A Handful of Honisuckles, by William Hunnis, 1597. Arcadian tone and delicate conceits of language were quite in accordance with the taste of that age: Sweet music, sweeter far Than any song is sweet : Mine ears (O peers) doth greet. Yon gentle flocks, whose fleeces, pearl'd with dew, Our pipes make sport to shorten weary night :- Make blissful harmony; For what else clears the sky? Tunes can we hear, but not the singers see; Lo how the firmament Within an azure fold The flock of stars hath pent, That we them might behold! Yet from their beams proceedeth not this light, Glory to glory's King, Angels they are, as also, shepherds, He, 'Let not amazement blind Your souls,' said he, 'annoy : To you and all mankind My message bringeth joy.' For, lo! the world's great Shepherd now is born, In David's city doth this Sun appear, Clouded in flesh;-yet, shepherds, sit we here!1 1 England's Helicon: The Shepheard's Song, a Caroll or Himne for Christmas, p. 147: 'Sweet musicke, sweeter farre.' Samuel Rowlands published, in 1598, a series of poems on the Passion of our Lord. They are not in any way remarkable; but, for the sake of the thought expressed in them, I quote a stanza on the name 'friend,' as addressed to the traitor Judas : To call thee friend, it doth thus much betoken, If thou, with David, 'I have sinned,' couldst say, 1 The following verses from his Highway to Mount Calvarie stand on a higher level of merit than most of his poems : Follow their steps in tears, And with those women mourn, Join thou unto the Cross; If willing underta'en ; The labour's done in vain. The voluntary death That Christ did die for thee, Up to Mount Calvary, If thou desire to go; Then take thy cross and follow Christ, When thou art there arrived, His glorious wounds to see, Say, but as faithful as the thief, 'O Lord, remember me.' 2 S. Rowlands' Betraying of Christ, etc., 1598; Reprinted for the Hunterian Society, No. xxix. 2 From Mrs. E. Charles' Voice of Christian Life and Song, 1873, p. 312. |