Thomas D'Urfey or Tom D'Urfey, as he was more generally known, was descended from a family of French Huguenot refugees, and born at Exeter. The date is variously given as 1628, 1630, 1649, 1650, and 1653. The probabilities are in favour of the last date being the correct one. He was the author of many comedies and a large body of songs and party lyrics. He was a large contributor to the miscellany called Laugh and be Fat, or Pills to Purge Melancholy. He died in 1723. Still Water DAMON, let a friend advise ye, Does but show their hurtless nature; When the stream seems rough and frowning, There is still least fear of drowning. Let me tell the adventurous stranger, In our calmness lies our danger; Like a river's silent running, Stillness shows our depth and cunning: She that rails ye into trembling Only shows her fine dissembling; But the fawner, to abuse ye, Thinks ye fools, and so will use ye. Charles Cotton was the author of a supplement to Walton's Complete Angler, and by this work his name has almost certainly achieved immortality. He was the author of a volume of poems, and translated the Horace of Corneille, and the Essays of Montaigne. He was born in 1630 and died in 1687. The rondeau appended is not the usual passionless vein of Charles Cotton. His second wife was Mary, Countess Dowager of Ardglass, the widow of Lord Cornwall. She had a jointure of £1500 a year, made secure upon her Thou Fool THOU fool! if madness be so rife To that a world of woe and strife, Thou'lt nothing find but disrespect, For she'll all tabor be or fife. Then prithee go and whet thy knife, Thou fool! John Dryden was born in Northamptonshire in 1631, and was educated at Westminster and Cambridge. He settled in London in 1657, and acted for a while as secretary to a relation who was a member of Cromwell's Council. He mourned the death of the Protector, and greeted the accession of Charles II. He was the author of many plays, written at the suggestion of the King, but some of his best work was produced in a succeeding reign, when he was no longer the recipient of royal bounty. To his later years belong his translation of Virgil and his Fables. The commanding genius of Dryden does not come out fully in his songs, and it seems that whilst entertaining the poorest opinion of his audience he yet wrote for their pleasure. He died in 1700. Concealed Love I FEED a flame within, which so torments me, Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it; Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel, John Dryden And while I suffer this to give him quiet, On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me ; While I conceal my love no frown can fright me : To be more happy, I dare not aspire ; Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher. To Matilda on the Anniversary of our Marriage WHEN first, in all thy youthful charms, The nuptial knot was tied, Entranced in Hymen's blissful bowers, While wing'd with joys the rosy hours And still we blest the heavenly powers, Now, as with fairy-footed tread, Thy mildly beaming virtues spread A Pair well matched FAIR Iris I love, and hourly I die, 'Tis civil to swear, and to say things of course; We mean not the taking for better or worse: (When present we love; and when absent agree; I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me : The legend of Love no couple can find, So easy to part, or so equally join'd. The Fair Stranger HAPPY and free, securely blest, |