ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "A Gratulatory to Mr. Ben. Johnson for his adopting of him to be his Son" 1632 ca.; Randolph, Poems (1638) 22-24.
1598: Rev. Francis Meres
1603: Hugh Holland
1605: Hugh Holland
1605: George Chapman
1607: Francis Beaumont
1607: George Chapman
1611 ca.: John Davies of Hereford
1611: Francis Beaumont
1611: John Fletcher
1611: Nathaniel Field
1612: John Taylor the Water Poet
1616: William Browne of Tavistock
1616: Edward Heyward
1618 ca.: Edmund Bolton
1619: William Drummond
1620: Henry Peacham
1627: Michael Drayton
1632 ca.: Thomas Randolph
1637: Henry King
1637: Rev. William Cartwright
1637: John Suckling
1638: Lucius Cary
1638: Thomas May
1638: Edmund Waller
1638: Joseph Rutter
1638: Shakerley Marmion
1638: Owen Feltham
1638: William Habington
1639: Thomas Bancroft
1646: Samuel Sheppard
1648: Rev. Robert Herrick
1651: Samuel Sheppard
1670 ca.: Lord Clarendon
1675: Edward Phillips
1678: John Oldham
1682: Thomas Shadwell
1683: John Dryden
1687: William Winstanley
1689: Edward Howard
1699: Charles Gildon
1700: Samuel Cobb
1711: Elijah Fenton
1720: Giles Jacob
1750 ca.: William Oldys
1761: Rev. Charles Churchill
1779: J. H.
1784: Rev. Joseph Warton
1793: Isaac D'Israeli
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1797: Rev. Joseph Warton
1799: William Seward
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1805: Rev. Henry John Todd
1817: John Hamilton Reynolds
1819: Thomas Campbell
1820: William Hazlitt
1823: J. C. B.
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1834: Robert Aris Willmott
1835: L. L.
1836: Richard Cattermole
1837: Henry Hallam
1842: C. H. Timperley
1844: Leigh Hunt
1847: Edward Farr
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1860: George Gilfillan
1880: A. W. Ward
1632: Sir Kenelm Digby
1632 ca.: Ben Jonson
I was not borne to Helicon, nor dare
Presume to thinke my selfe a Muses heire.
I have no title to Parnassus hill,
Nor any acre of it by the will
Of a dead Ancestour, nor could I bee
Ought but a tenant unto Poetrie.
But thy Adoption quits me of all feare,
And makes me challenge a childs portion there.
I am a kinne to Hero's being thine,
And part of my alliance is divine.
Orpheus, Musaeus, Homer too; beside
Thy Brothers by the Roman Mothers side;
As Ovid, Virgil, and the Latine Lyre,
That is so like thy Horace; the whole quire
Of Poets are by thy Adoption, all
My uncles; thou hast given me pow'r to call
Phoebus himselfe my grandsire; by this graunt
Each Sister of the nine is made my Aunt.
Go you that reckon from a large descent
Your lineall Honours, and are well content
To glory in the age of your great name,
Though on a Herralds faith you build the same:
I do not envy you, nor thinke you blest
Though you may beare a Gorgon on your Crest
By direct line from Perseus; I will boast
No farther then my Father; that's the most
I can, or should be proud of; and I were
Unworthy his adoption, if that here
I should be dully modest; boast I must
Being sonne of his Adoption, not his lust.
And to say truth, that which is best in mee
May call you father, 'twas begot by thee.
Have I a sparke of that coelestiall flame
Within me, I confesse I stole the same
Prometheus like, from thee; and may I feed
His vulture, when I dare deny the deed.
Many more moones thou hast, that shine by night,
All Bankrups, wer't not for a borrow'd light;
Yet can forsweare it; I the debt confesse,
And thinke my reputation ne're the lesse.
For Father let me be resolv'd by you;
Is't a disparagement from rich Peru
To ravish gold; or theft, for wealthy Ore
To ransack Tagus, or Pactolus shore?
Or does he wrong Alcinous, that for want
Doth take from him a sprig or two, to plant
A lesser Orchard? sure it cannot bee:
Nor is it theft to steale some flames from thee,
Grant this, and I'le cry guilty, as I am,
And pay a filiall reverence to thy name.
For when my Muse upon obedient knees,
Askes not a Fathers blessing, let her leese
The fame of this Adoption; 'tis a curse
I wish her 'cause I cannot thinke a worse.
And here, as Piety bids me, I intreat
Phoebus to lend thee some of his own heat,
To cure thy Palsie; else I will complaine
He has no skill in hearbs; Poets in vaine
Make him the God of Physicke; 'twere his praise
To make thee as immortall as thy Baies;
As his owne Daphne; 'twere a shame to see
The God, not love his Preist, more then his Tree.
But if heaven take thee, envying us thy Lyre,
'Tis to pen Anthems for an Angels quire.