LEGENDARY POEM. From MS. Bibl. Publ. Cantab. Ff. ii, 38, of the Fifteenth Century. The story is laid at Falmouth in Cornwall. MAN, for myschefe thou the amende, And to my talkyng thou take good hede: The leste of alle ys for to drede ; On hym that ys cawse of spouse-breke. For laste hyt schalle to domesday; Hys owne worde and we wylle holde, The grettyst kyng of alle thys worlde Be some cawse hys crown may forgon, I take wytnesse of kyng Rychard, Of kynge Saber, and of kyng Absalon ; And kyng Davyd that made the Sawter boke, Cryste fro hym hys crowne toke, The grettyst clerke that ever thou seyst Or ellys a bastard and he be borne, The ordur of preste he hath lorne. To be quykk slayne with a knyfe; But wrecchys thynken in ther herte, That fele themselfe gylty in thys case, With schryfte of mouthe and Ther dwellyd ij bredurne in a towne, Be oon fadur and modur geton and borne, Squyers they were of grete renown, As the story tellyth me beforne; The elder brodur had a wyfe, The fayrest woman in alle thys londe, And 3yt he usyd a cursyd lyfe, And broght hys soule in byttyr bonde. He roghte not what woman he toke, So lytylle he sett by hys spouse-hede, Tylle the devylle caghte hym in hys croke, And with grete myschefe merkyd hys mede. These ij. bredurne upon a day Wyth enemys were slayn in fyghte; The yonger to paradyse bryghte. He was wyse and holy in werke, To hym schulde falle the herytage; For hys fadur he made grete mone, As fallyth a gode chylde ever of kynde, Every ny3t to hys fadurs grave wolde he gon, Of hys fadur to have a syghte, To wyt in what place that he were. Oure Lady Mary or some goode frende ?" Sone, alle the seyntys that ben in hevyn, Nor alle the aungels under the Trynyte, Oon heere-brede owt of thys peyne They have no power to lyste mee. Sone, thou schalt be a preste, y wot hyt wele, At masse, at matens, mete nor mele, Into a foreste was feyre in brede, He ledd hym to a feyre herbere, The 3atys were of clene crystalle, To hys syghte were passyng feyre, Loste hyt had bothe frute and flowre. The blode of thys tree bledyth so rede?" For in the same place there thou seyst hyt blede, And that was thorow Evys rede, And the devylle of helle, wele y wott. Whan any synfulle comyth hereynne, As thou seyst now here, chylde, with me, The blode wylle renne out of thys tree." Of clothys of golde burnyschyd bry3t; As bryghte as any sonne beme, And aungels dyd hym gret honowre; "Lo! chylde," he seyde, "thys ys thyn eme! Thy fadur brodur thou may see In hevyn blys withowten ende; So myghte thy fadur have bee, And he to wedlok had ben kynde. But therfore he hathe getyn hym helle, Endeles to be in that depe dongeon, There evyr more for to dwelle, For fro that place ys no redempcion." Man, for myschefe thou the amende, And thou may sytt alle safe fro care; Fro dedely synne thou the defende, And streghte to blys thy soule shalle fare! THE RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW. ART. I.-Brayton's Polyolbion. Poly-olbion; or, a Chorographicall Description of Tracts, Rivers, Mountaines, Forests, and other Parts of this renowned Isle of Great Britaine, with intermixture of the most Remarquable Stories, Antiquities, Wonders, Rarityes, Pleasures, and Commodities of the same: Digested in a Poem by Michael Drayton, Esq. With a Table added, for direction to those occurrences of Story and Antiquitie whereunto the Course of the Volume easily leades not. London: Printed by H. L. for Mathew Lownes, I. Browne, I. Helme, and I. Busbie, 1613. Folio. THE Polyolbion is decidedly the poem by which the name of Michael Drayton is best known, for it contains certain attractions of a durable nature which are not contained in most of his other writings; yet few indeed are there at the present day who have read Drayton's Polyolbion. Drayton is, indeed, one of those writers who, estimated beyond his merits in his own time, and afterwards enjoying a reputation rather in consequence of the subjects on which he wrote than of the excellence of his verse, has since sunk in public estimation so much as to be nearly forgotten, except by antiquaries and bibliographers. The Polyolbion seems to have been the work on which he prided himself most, and on which he laboured most, and whatever poetry there may have been in it, it displays no small amount of erudition, and it had the fortune to be illustrated with notes by the learned John Selden. It is accompanied moreover with a series of poetical maps, which are as singular in their construction as the poem itself. John Leland had, nearly three quarters of a century before, given an impulse to research into the history and antiquities of our island, the taste for which had been increasing ever since, and had become fashionable at the beginning of the seventeenth century. Lambarde had, a few years before, published the first county history, and Carew had followed with his Survey of Cornwall; and Camden was publishing his general description of Britain. Numerous books on kindred subjects had made their appearance. Before the close of the sixteenth century, Warner attempted a poetical history of the island under the title of Albion's England. Whether this II.-6 8 |