NOTES.

_Page_ 3.

Thomas Weelkes was organist of Winchester College in 1600, and of

Chichester Cathedral in 1608. His first collection, "Madrigals to three,

four, five, or six voices," was published in 1597. Here first appeared

the verses (fraudulently ascribed, in "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599, to

Shakespeare), "My flocks feed not." In 1598 Weelkes published "Ballets

and Madrigals to five voices," which was followed in 1600 by "Madrigals

of five and six parts." Prefixed to the last-named work is the following

dedicatory epistle:--

"To the truly noble, virtuous, and honorable, my very good Lord Henry,

Lord Winsor, Baron of Bradenham.

My Lord, in the College at Winchester, where I live, I have heard

learned men say that some philosophers have mistaken the soul of man for

an harmony: let the precedent of their error be a privilege for mine. I

see not, if souls do not partly consist of music, how it should come to

pass that so noble a spirit as your's, so perfectly tuned to so

perpetual a _tenor_ of excellence as it is, should descend to the notice

of a quality lying single in so low a personage as myself. But in music

the _base_ part is no disgrace to the best ears' attendancy. I confess

my conscience is untoucht with any other arts, and I hope my confession

is unsuspected; many of us musicians think it as much praise to be

somewhat more than musicians as it is for gold to be somewhat more than

gold, and if _Jack Cade_ were alive, yet some of us might live, unless

we should think, as the artisans in the Universities of Poland and

Germany think, that the Latin tongue comes by reflection. I hope your

Lordship will pardon this presumption of mine; the rather, because I

know before Nobility I am to deal sincerely; and this small faculty of

mine, because it is alone in me, and without the assistance of other

more confident sciences, is the more to be favoured and the rather to be

received into your honour's protection; so shall I observe you with as

humble and as true an heart, as he whose knowledge is as large as the

world's creation, and as earnestly pray for you to the world's Creator.

Your Honor's in all humble service,

THOMAS WEELKES."

In 1608 appeared Weelkes' last work, "Airs or Fantastic Spirits for

three voices," a collection of lively and humorous ditties. Oliphant

writes:--"For originality of ideas, and ingenuity of construction in

part writing, (I allude more especially to his ballets,) Weelkes in my

opinion leaves all other composers of his time far behind." The verses

in Weelkes' song-books are never heavy or laboured; they are always

bright, cheerful, and arch.

_Page_ 3. Robert Jones was a famous performer on the lute. He had a

share in the management of the theatre in the Whitefriars (Collier's

"Annals of the Stage," i. 395). His works are of the highest rarity. The

delightful lyrics in Jones' song-books have escaped the notice of all

the editors of anthologies.

_Page_ 4. Thomas Morley, who was a pupil of William Byrd, was the author

of the first systematic treatise on music published in this country--"A

plain and easy Introduction to practical Music," 1597, quaintly set down

in form of a dialogue. The verses in his collections are mere airy

trifles, and hardly bear to be separated from the music.

"About the maypole new," &c., is a translation of some Italian lines,

beginning--

"Al suon d'una sampogn' e d'una citera,

Sopra l'herbette floride

Dansava Tirsi con l'amata Cloride," &c.

In Morley's "Canzonets to three Voices," 1593, we have the following

pleasant description of the preparations for a country wedding:--

"Arise, get up, my dear, make haste, begone thee:

Lo! where the bride, fair Daphne, tarries on thee.

Hark! O hark! yon merry maidens squealing

Spice-cakes, sops-in-wine are a-dealing.

Run, then run apace

And get a bride-lace

And gilt rosemary branch the while there yet is catching

And then hold fast for fear of old snatching.

Alas! my dear, why weep ye?

O fear not that, dear love, the next day keep we.

List, yon minstrels! hark how fine they firk it,

And how the maidens jerk it!

With Kate and Will,

Tom and Gill,

Now a skip,

Then a trip,

Finely fet aloft,

There again as oft;

Hey ho! blessed holiday!

All for Daphne's wedding day!"

_Page_ 9. John Wilbye is styled by Oliphant "the first of madrigal

writers." He published his "First Set of English Madrigals" in 1598, and

his "Second Set" in 1609. The Second Set was dedicated to the

unfortunate Lady Arabella Stuart. The composer concludes his dedicatory

epistle with the prayer, "I beseech the Almighty to make you in all the

passages of your life truly happy, as you are in the world's true

opinion, virtuous." In the very year when the epistle was written the

gifted patroness of art and learning was accused before the Privy

Council and ordered to be kept in close confinement. She made her

escape, but after a few hours was captured at sea in her flight to

Dunkirk, brought back to London, and committed to the Tower, where she

died of a broken heart in 1615. It is pleasant to think that the

song-book dedicated to her honour may have cheered her in the long hours

of solitude. The collection consists chiefly of love-lyrics; but such

verses as "Happy, O happy he," &c. (p. 37) and "Draw on, sweet Night"

(p. 21), must have been carefully cherished by the poor captive.

_Page_ 9. "April is in my mistress' face."--Compare Robert Greene's

verses in "Perimedes, the Blacksmith," 1588:--

"Fair is my love, for April in her face,

Her lovely breasts September claims his part,

And lordly July in her eyes takes place:

But cold December dwelleth in her heart:

Blest be the months that set my thoughts on fire,

Accurs'd that month that hindereth my desire!"

_Page_ 11. "The Urchins' Dance" is from the anonymous play "The Maid's

Metamorphosis," 1600. In the same play are the following dainty

verses;--

"_1 Fairy._ I do come about the copse

Leaping upon flowers' tops;

Then I get upon a fly,

She carries me above the sky,

And trip and go!

_2 Fairy._ When a dew-drop falleth down

And doth light upon my crown,

Then I shake my head and skip

And about I trip.

_3 Fairy._ When I feel a girl a-sleep,

Underneath her frock I peep,

There to sport, and there I play;

Then I bite her like a flea,

And about I skip."

Thomas Ravenscroft, compiler of the "Brief Discourse," won his spurs at

a very early age. He took his degree of Bachelor of Music before he had

reached his fifteenth year, as we learn from some commendatory verses

prefixed to the "Brief Discourse;"--

"Non vidit tria lustra puer, quin arte probatus,

Vita laudatus, sumpsit in arte gradum."

He was twenty-two when he published the "Brief Discourse" in 1614: but

in 1611 be had published "Melismata, musical fancies fitting the court,

city, and country humours," and he edited two collections that appeared

in 1609--"Pammelia" and "Deuteromelia." "Pammelia" is the earliest

English printed collection of Catches, Rounds, and Canons; both words

and music were for the most part older than the date of publication.

"Deuteromelia" was intended as a continuation of "Pammelia."

_Page_ 12. Robert Dowland, editor of "A Musical Banquet," was a son of

John Dowland; he succeeded his father as one of the Court musicians in

1626, and was alive in 1641.

_Page_ 16. Thomas Ford, when he published his "Music of sundry kinds,"

1607, was a musician in the suite of Prince Henry. At the accession of

Charles I. he was appointed one of his musicians, and he died in

1648--the year before his royal patron was beheaded.

_Page_ 23. "Little lawn then serve[d] the Pawn."--The Pawn was a

corridor, serving as a bazaar, in the Royal Exchange (Gresham's).

_Page_ 24. "Farewell, false Love, the oracle of lies."--"J. C." in

"Alcilia," 1595, writes:--

"Love is honey mixed with gall,

A thraldom free, a freedom thrall;

A bitter sweet, a pleasant sour,

Got in a year, lost in an hour;

A peaceful war, a warlike peace,

Whose wealth brings want, whose want increase;

Full long pursuit and little gain,

Uncertain pleasure, certain pain;

Regard of neither right nor wrong,

For short delights repentance long.

Love is the sickness of the thought,

Conceit of pleasure dearly bought;

A restless passion of the mind,

A labyrinth of arrows blind:

A sugared poison, fair deceit,

A bait for fools, a furious heat;

A chilling cold, a wondrous passion,

Exceeding man's imagination;

Which none can tell in whole or part,

But only he that feels the smart."

Robert Greene has a somewhat similar description of Love ("What thing is

Love? it is a power divine," &c.) in "Menaphon," 1589.

_Page_ 28. "Fond wanton youths."--This piece is also printed in "The

Golden Garland of Princely Delights," 1620, where it is headed "Of the

Inconveniences by Marriage," and is directed to be sung to the tune of

"When Troy town."

_Page_ 29, l. 22. "Their _longings_ must not be beguiled."--The original

gives "Their _laughings_" (which is unintelligible).

_Page_ 31. It was at Wanstead House, a seat of the Earl of Leicester,

that Sidney wrote his masque the "Lady of the May" in honour of Queen

Elizabeth's visit in 1578. "Was Raleigh retired there," writes Mr. W.

J. Linton (_Rare Poems_, p. 257), "during some season of her

displeasure? There is a look of him about this song, not unlike the

lines to Cynthia; and what mistress but Majesty should appoint his place

of retirement?

'Wanstead, my Mistress saith this is the doom.'"

The two lines that close each stanza are from a song in Sidney's

"Arcadia."

_Page_ 37. "Who, known to all, unknown to himself dies." From Seneca's

"Thyestes:"--

"qui notus nimis omnibus

Ignotus moritur sibi."

_Page_ 39. "How many things."--I have given four of John Maynard's

"Twelve Wonders of the World" (cf. pp. 44-5, 69); and, if I am not

mistaken, the reader will like to see the remaining eight. There is much

freshness and piquancy in these quaint old rhymes, which were written by

no less a poet than Sir John Davies.

"THE DIVINE.

My calling is Divine,

And I from God am sent;

I will no chop-church be,

Nor pay my patron rent,

Nor yield to sacrilege;

But like the kind true mother,

Rather will lose all the child

Than part it with another.

Much wealth I will not seek,

Nor worldly masters serve,

So to grow rich and fat

While my poor flock doth starve.

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