Had all that youth and happy days could give him, Against th' assault of death, who to relieve him, Strook home but to the frail and mortal parts. Are in themselves but heathenish and profaned, And much more peaceful is a mean condition. As time can boast of, both for love and trust: So henceforth all (great glory to his blood), The wicked end their honor with their sin. Which, by a life well led, may honor have? The authorship of some poems published under Shakespeare's name in his lifetime has also been questioned. In death, which only then the good begin. There seems, however, to be a simple answer. For private persons, in their private home, As those descended from illustrious blood. Yet Whence young men sometime grow unfortunate; To purchase from all hearts a steady love; Than that he was so constant to his friends. Whence, when he falls, who did erewhile aspire, But virtues and perfections in our powers, Against th' assault of death, who to relieve him. “Well, Holmes,” I said, laying down the morning paper, “have you seen the report of the newly discovered ‘Funeral Elegy’ by Shakespeare?”. Of what he was, then shall his virtues grow. So that their glory die not with their breath. Whose inward eyes are dimmed with dignity. The pamphlet was registered by a stationer, Thomas Thorp, whose livelihood depended chiefly on the Shakespeare-Jonson theatrical circle and who had published Shakespeare’s Sonnets in 1609. Whereby t' enroll my name, as this of thine. A Funeral Elegy was written in February 1612 by “W. Those noble twins of heaven-infused races. Of hell, even in the triumph that it stood: May shorten when it please, and justly take. From what doth batter virtue now and then. Abrams invited me to help him mount a fresh and more assertive case for Shake- Nor servile to be liked, free from control. A FUNERAL ELEGY Since Time, and his predestinated end, Abridg'd the circuit of his hopeful days, Whiles both his Youth and Virtue did intend The good endeavors of deserving praise, 5 What memorable monument can last Whereon to build his never-blemsh'd name But his own worth, wherein his life was grac'd-- Still witness to the world. Betraying policies, and show their brains, Unto their shame, ridiculous; whose scope. Normalized text, ed. What more thou didst deserve than in thy name. Had been best-speaking witnesses with me; Respect most in itself, as who would scan, His honesty and worth, by them might prove, Cared he to be heard talk, nor in the float. As they will all go weeping to their beds. As he was both an husband and a father. Pity it was that blood had not been prized. In his pure life, for that his end was worse. But death to such gives unremembered graves. That gave peace to his bread, bread to his health; Which ever he maintained in sweet content, For in the vineyard of heaven-favored learning. Several poems published anonymously have been attributed by scholars to Shakespeare. (1612) was. Yet here on earth thy fame lives ever whole, In every heart sealed up, in every tongue, Fit matter to discourse, no day prevented. . It was, for a short time in the late 1990s, thought to have been written by Shakespeare. When those weak houses of our brittle flesh. Academic journal article Shakespeare Studies "A Funeral Elegy": W(illiam) S(hakespeare)'s "Best-Speaking witnesses. So in his mischiefs is the world accursed: Hence conster they with corrupt commentaries. His due deserts, this sentence on him gives, Those perfect graces which were ever wont, From which detained, and banished in th' exile. Yet here on earth thy fame lives ever whole. For whom and whose Since time, and his predestinated end, Abridged the circuit of his hopeful days, Whiles both his youth and virtue did intend The good endeavors of deserving praise, What memorable monument can last Whereon to build his never-blemished … The good t' exceed the wicked in their life. When sin shall tread on merit in the dust. Blood, pomp, state, honor, glory and command. Normalized text, ed. In 1989, Donald Foster attributed A Funeral Elegy for Master William Peter to William Shakespeare based on a stylometric computer analysis of its grammatical patterns and idiosyncratic word usage. Which, harvest-like, did yield again the crop. Falls deeper down, for that he climbed higher. As, had it chanced, thou mightst have done to me. Read "Funeral Elegy" by William Shakespeare available from Rakuten Kobo. None have received universal acceptance. William Peter was born in Devonshire on or about Christmas Day of 1582, the younger son of an Exeter merchant. A Funeral Elegy for Master William Peter. Yet time, the father of unblushing truth. Had taught him in both fortunes to be free; Whence now retired home, to a home indeed. Hence sprung the deadly fuel that revived, The rage which wrought his end, for had he been, Slacker in love, he had been longer lived. Have fittest times in reason's rules to thrive, And those are much more noble in the mind. Did jointly both, in their peculiar graces, With reason's golden mean to make defense. Those perfect graces which were ever wont, Only those hopes which fate denies to grant, Who, if it were in plenty, still would want, From which detained, and banished in th' exile, Whereon to lean and rest itself the while, But the weak comfort of the hapless, "hope. (Well-worthy to be termed a rudeness rather), For in his life his love was so unfeigned. Which their fond dotage ever more admires. Even in which place the subject of the verse, Which now that subject's merits doth rehearse). TO MASTER JOHN PETER. His due deserts, this sentence on him gives, "He died in life, yet in his death he lives.". Thou didst deserve and hast; for though thy soul. How to augment their portion and ambition, Do toil their giddy brains, and ever sweat. This article first appeared in the Spring 1996 Shakespeare Oxford Newsletter. Who can make friendship, in those times of change. Of fond conceit, such as this age affords, Seemed rather answers which the wise embrace. Shall ruined be by death, our grace and strength. In 1997 A Funeral Elegy (on the death of William Peter), by 'W.S.' The love I bore to your brother, and will do to his memory, hath cravedfrom me this last duty of a friend; I am herein but a second to theprivilege of truth, who can … Those blessings which their sufferance did urge. Should both be like obscured in their end? Tributes to the great actor poured from the pens of good writers whose words he had made even better. In the meantime, I had found new evidence that convinced me the elegy was Shakespeare's. Is in the mouth of some in manner scorned, That "Such as is the end, the life proves so. Against the assault of youth's encouragement; (When now his father's death had freed his will), Could make him subject to the drunken rage, And shuns the glad sleights of ensnaring vice. How s'ere enriched by thy plenteous skill. Were even as boundless as their prompt desires; Only like lords, like subjects to their will. A bloody butchery, by the British troops: or, The runaway fight of the regulars … [To which is annexed] A funeral elegy to the imortal memory of those worthies, who were slain in the battle of Concord. Remembrance of their worth we may preserve. Those noble twins of heaven-infused races, With reason's golden mean to make defense, To progress out his life, I could display, The grave in peace, the times that should succeed, And though his qualities might well deserve. Soothed not the current of besotted fashion. So that he dies but once, but doubly lives. The attribution to Shakespeare of A Funeral Elegy (1612), by W.S., is often found unconvincing. Birth, blood, and ancestors, are none of ours, Nor can we make a proper challenge to them, But virtues and perfections in our powers. Will not consume his life and hapless end. Where once it was protested, alway sound. To progress out his life, I could display, That full of days he might have lived to see, The grave in peace, the times that should succeed. . Nor could disgest, as some loose mimics can. For could my worthless brain find out but how. To speak the language of a servile breath. "(Forum: "A Funeral Elegy" by W. S.) By Foster, Donald W. Read preview. Excerpt from "A Funeral Elegy", lines 492-50 On January 25th, 1612 a certain William Peter is said to have been murdered by a stab in the (rear)head. On the occasion of his death, only 2 1/2 weeks later a poem -->" A Funerall Elegye (1612) ", with 518 lines was submitted by the author "W.S." sake I will not forget to remember any friendly respects to you, or to any Shakespeare's only elegiac poem -- if A Funeral Elegyis indeed Shakespeare's -- is a work probably indebted to Donne's mourning poems, yet, more certainly, it is NEWS ITEM: With the aid of computers, scholars are attributing a poem titled “A Funeral Elegy,” published in 1612 and signed “W.S.,” to William Shakespeare. Hence conster they with corrupt commentaries, The text of malice, which so often varies, Which understands all things amiss, whose light. Ford has been mentioned, and this article gives some of the evidence for his authorship, in particular many word combinations and single words (sometimes characteristic of Ford) that occur in the elegy and in Ford's prose works, poems, and plays, but never in Shakespeare. His pleading best perfections as neglected. Let then the false suggestions of the froward, By suppositions fond and thoughts untoward, That may disprove their malice, and confound, Their souls into the roll that doth unsound. Were even as boundless as their prompt desires; Whence now retired home, to a home indeed, Than that he was so constant to his friends. . And right the hopes of my endangered youth. Which might make known his unaffected care, His bosom and his store, which did declare. Which way to wound with defamation's spirit, (Close-lurking whisper's hidden forgeries). Foreshowing what he was, and what should be, Most true presage; and he discharged the same, Though in the complemental phrase of words. Shines not amidst the dark of their dissension? A Funeral Elegyliminally within a peculiarly Donnean moment, the creation of a new form of English elegy. Which, pain to many men, I do not owe it. Dedication to the Elegy TO MASTER JOHN PETER OF BOWHAY IN DEVON, ESQUIRE. That pities not thy sad and sudden wrong, In this last act of friendship, sacrifice, My love to thee, which I could not set forth. If I must die. Whiles parents to their children will make known, Whereof as many as shall hear that sadness. But whiles the minds of men can judge sincerely. And not oppressed by wrath's unhappy sin. That lives encompassed in a mortal frame. ‘ “Exercise in this Kind”: Shakespeare and the “Funeral Elegy” for William Peter ’. Had yielded store to thy well-abled quill. Until which end, there is none rightly can. Short exposé of W.S., the true Shakespeare, author of "A Funeral Elegy" ,1612 Sith as that ever he maintained the same? Whereto the world and heat of sin entices. Comparing by thy death what thou hast been. Our virtual staged reading of "A Funeral Elegy" and "The Phoenix And Turtle" from 12/30/20Intro 0:00Elegy 2:09Phoenix 37:33Outro 41:30 $9.99 — Paperback “I have heard something about it,” Sherlock Holmes replied. Which afterwards his praises will express. A Funeral Elegy A Poem written in 1612 by William Shakespeare. ", And hope must in despite of fearful change. For popular applause and power's commission. It was, for a short time in the late 1990s, thought to have been written by Shakespeare. Exercise in this kind I will little affect, and am less addicted Do feel the greatest loss they could have had. By vain conceit, to please such ones as know it. When sin shall tread on merit in the dust, Remembering what he was, with comfort then. Which wise posterity shall give him then; T' ennoble that best part, although his state. Than busy questions such as talkers make. The Funeral Elegy Poem: Is the emperor wearing any clothes? remembrance to this departed gentleman, I would not willingly undergo. 19 Ratings The Wonder of Shakespeare One who reads a few of Shakespeare's great plays and then the meager … Donald Foster. Of that same ignorance which makes them blind. That Christ was his, and he was friendship's rock: Though in the complemental phrase of words, Slacker in love, he had been longer lived, So henceforth all (great glory to his blood), Sincere in singleness of heart, adventers. Not hired, as heaven can witness in my soul. Which shall not thence be sundered, but in death. W[illiam] S[hakespeare], "A Funeral Elegy for Master William Peter," Whereto the world and heat of sin entices. Yet time, the father of unblushing truth, Whereof as many as shall hear that sadness. To speak the language of a servile breath. Th' unsteady change of his fantastic forms, When the proud height of much affected sin, Shall this man's actions be revealed, to show. Never untrue, where once he love professed; Long sought though rarely found, and he is best. In knowing, but for that it was the best, The one to lodge the other, both like framed, For fair conditions, guests that soonest win, If trim behavior, gestures mild, discreet. “A Funeral Elegy” is no longer considered to be Shakespeare’s work. In 1995 Donald Foster, a professor of English at Vassar College, made a startling case for Shakespeare's being the author of an obscure 578-line poem called ''A Funeral Elegy.'' Donald Foster. To give fit cause, ere love begin to end: His unfeigned friendship where it least was sought. The attribution received much attention and was accepted into the canon by several highly respected Shakespeare editors. Who sit with crowns of glory on their heads, Washed white in blood, from earth hence have not gone. Whose name is like to live a longer day. Does think most safety doth remain above. T' enlarge my thoughts was hindered at first. So that he dies but once, but doubly lives. 0.4. . Which now sits mourning his untimely spoil. ", Gave sweet redemption, offering up his blood, To conquer death by death, and loose the traps. A Funeral Elegy. 3 reviews. His taintless goodness, his desertful merit. Of hell, even in the triumph that it stood: He thus, for that his guiltless life was spilt. When death you think is least to be respected! Others were attributed to him in 17th century manuscripts. Do feel the greatest loss they could have had. of those that have loved him for himself, and himself for his In nothing surely prosperous, but hope... Who when they die, die all, shall not entomb. Whiles hope remains of gain (base fee of slaves). In life thou lived'st, in death thou died'st beloved. However, according to David Bevington, 'the attribution remains uncertain'. Professor Stanley Wells of the University of Birmingham began the round by rejecting the identification of W.S. Look hither then, you that enjoy the youth, Of your best days, and see how unexpected. For should he lie obscured without a tomb. He well provided 'gainst the hand of need. I am herein but a second to the privilege of truth, who can warrant more in his behalf than I undertook to deliver. The Wonder of Shakespeare One who reads a few of Shakespeare's great plays and then the meager story of his life is generally filled with a vague wonder. Then why should he, Those saints before the everlasting throne. Admired more for being firm than strange. The … His flourishing and fair long-lived deserts. That Christ was his, and he was friendship's rock: A rock of friendship figured in his name. The poem was included in the Shakespeare 2020 Project because the Project took its reading list from the Riverside Shakespeare (Second Edition), which was published in 1997 and includes the poem. The battle over the A Funeral Elegy by W.S. Of his short-lived deserts; but still they must, Claim fit respect, that they, in every limb, Remembering what he was, with comfort then. All to their joys in quiet on their beds, Of torture and affliction ere they gained. privilege of truth, who can warrant more in his behalf than I undertook to In minds from whence endeavor doth proceed. To raise thee from the sepulcher of dust, Undoubtedly thou shouldst have partage now, Of life with me, and heaven be counted just, Where life is missed; whereby discomfort should, Right his old griefs, and former joys retain, Which now with thee are leaped into thy tomb. S.,” a poet of “name and credit” closely familiar with Shakespearean texts. deserts. deliver. Which, underneath the roof of safe content, Feeds on the bread of rest, and takes delight. by Stephanie Caruana. Although I could not learn, whiles yet thou wert. from me this last duty of a friend; I am herein but a second to the . Endeavors, modest speech, beseeming mirth. TO MASTER JOHN PETER 0.1. of Bowhay in Devon, Esquire. Lost in all the document shuffling is what it might mean that a genius like Shakespeare could write a poem as bad as "A Funeral Elegy." An elegy, written under Shakespeare's byline. W[illiam] S[hakespeare], "A Funeral Elegy for Master William Peter,"(London: G.Eld for T.Thorpe, 1612). ORDER PART VERSE … Is envy, whose endeavors fruitless pains. And that same hope, so lame, so unprevailing, Which being crossed, gives matter of bewailing. By vain conceit, to please such ones as know it. A Funeral Elegy. Their trust to be betrayed by being caught. For when the world lies wintered in the storms. Once in his proper self, then in his name; Against the rigor that hath overgone him, Which guides to doing well, wherein so few, As then the loss of one, whose inclination, So specially his friends, in soft compassion. Their name by doing what they do not care). Amongst them all, she who those nine of years, Hath the most share in loss; for I in hers. This is Shakespeare for a funeral that reflects on facing death with courage. Than time's strict flinty hand will let 'em know. That had not made thee know how much I prized thee, To think love best in silence: for I sized thee, By what I would have been, not only ready, Since then I still reserved to try the worst. By shunning all invitements strange, of those, In being rare in shame (which strives to raise. A Funeral Elegy , Shakespeare, and Elizabeth Cary A Funeral Elegy , Shakespeare, and Elizabeth Cary 2000-01-01 00:00:00 JAMES HIRSH The Bard's New Clothes A Funerall Elegye in memory of the late vertuous Maister William Peeter, a 578-line poem published in 1612 by someone who used the initials "W. S.," was guardedly attributed to Shakespeare by Donald W. Foster in a 1989 book. A life free from such stains as follies are, Nor can the tongue of him who loved him least, Of thankfulness and kindness: Truth doth leave, The curious eye of a quick-brained survey, Of his too-shortened days, or make a prey, Not that he was above the spleenful sense. Their vain designs, on whom want hath dominion. When the proud height of much affected sin, Shall this man's actions be revealed, to show. For its own sustenance, both day and night; Whiles others, plotting which way to be great. While thou hadst life; I took this task upon me. Will blame the one's hard fate, the other's madness; Whiles such as do recount that tale of woe. True 'tis, this man, whiles yet he was a man. . Adamson, Sylvia. The chaste embracements of conjugal love, For in his life his love was so unfeigned. Gave death for free good will, and wounds for love. In nothing surely prosperous, but hope. As they will all go weeping to their beds. (London: G.Eld for T.Thorpe, 1612). Though not in eminent courts or places great, Where he enjoyed his birth, life, death, and seat. included in three 'complete' editions of Shakespeare published in America: Bevington (updated fourth edition), Riverside (second edition), and Norton. Though I, rewarded with some sadder taste, Of knowing shame, by feeling it have proved, My country's thankless misconstruction cast, By some whose fortunes, sunk into the wane. In accents brief to thee, O thou deceased! Play in the strongest closet of my breast. . Cast down, and utterly decayed at length; When all shall turn to dust from whence we came. Which hardest fate and time thus can lay on me. Shakespearean moment, it may be more illuminating to locate W.S.' May one day lay ope malice which hath crossed it. William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 (baptised) – 23 April 1616) was … One greater than his faith, which did persever. In public view of greatness, whence they come. Here is an unknown country boy, poor and poorly educated according to the standards of his age, who arrives at the great city of London and goes to … So in his mischiefs is the world accursed: The willful blindness that hoodwinks the eyes, Presuming still it sees, even in the night. Without true proof and knowledge of a friend, Sincere in singleness of heart, adventers. (William Shakespeare?) . (Fair lovely branch too soon cut off) to thee. Whence, when he falls, who did erewhile aspire. Within the snares of making truth a pawn; Whiles it, not doubting whereinto it enters. But his own worth, wherein his life was graced. (1613) rages on in the pages of the London Times Literary Supplement.. With joint assistance to grace one another, But since the sum of all that can be said, Can be but said that "He was good" (which wholly. Drive me beyond myself, fast friend, soon lost. Play in the strongest closet of my breast, But whether doth the stream of my mischance. “A Funeral Elegy” is no longer considered to be Shakespeare’s work. Of boast, such as the common breath affords; He was in use most fast, in tongue most plain, Nor amongst all those virtues that forever. whatsoever is here done, is done to him and to him only. Who when they die, die all, shall not entomb. Proceed most truly from us, if we do them. Despising chiefly men in fortunes wracked. $5.99 — Paperback, April 8, 2012: $9.99 . For popular applause and power's commission. And limn thee to the world but as thou wert. Though 't be not as I would, 'tis as I can: In minds from whence endeavor doth proceed, From thee, fair mark of sorrow, let me frame, Some ampler work of thank, wherein to tell. . to, but there must be miracle in that labor which, to witness my Shakespeare Studies 25 (1997): 141–70. The following excerpt from a funeral elegy is the most famous because of its reference to Burbage playing Shakespeare's characters, most notably his Hamlet scant of breath: A Funeral Elegy On the Death of the Famous Actor, Richard Burbage, In equal worth--time shall to time renew 't. Nor could disgest, as some loose mimics can. Shall speak for him when he shall lie below; Of what he was, then shall his virtues grow. The attribution to Shakespeare of A Funeral Elegy (1612), by W.S., is often found unconvincing. Article excerpt. Purchasing credit in the place I lost it. (A Funeral Elegy) It is natural to wonder why the death of Burbage was a national tragedy, while the passing of Shakespeare himself just three years earlier received such little attention. Subject Headings Are, without ornaments to praise them, vile: And such as have that beauty, well deserve. To spend his spring of days in sacred schools. In praise of virtue and reproach of folly). Feel what distemperature this chance hath bred. What more thou didst deserve than in thy name, And free thee from the scandal of such senses, Measure thy course of life, with false pretenses. Can merit praise, then justly may we say. In knowing, but for that it was the best, For fair conditions, guests that soonest win, If these, or all of these, knit fast in one, As those descended from illustrious blood. Price New from Used from Paperback "Please retry" $5.99 . A Funeral Elegy Lyrics To Master JOHN PETER of Bowhay in Devon, Esquire. of Bowhay in Devon, Esquire. The love I bore to your brother, and will do to his memory, hath craved 1775] Salem Printed and sold by E. Russell Created / Published Boston, 1775. The poem was included in the Shakespeare 2020 Project because the Project took its reading list from the Riverside Shakespeare (Second Edition), which was published in 1997 and includes the poem. True friendship, active grace, persuasion sweet, If these, or all of these, knit fast in one. My truth stole from my tongue into my heart. 0.2. By death, which was made subject to the curse, Might in like manner be reproved of guilt. . How s'ere enriched by thy plenteous skill. . Abridged the circuit of his hopeful days, Whiles both his youth and virtue did intend, Whereon to build his never-blemished name. Here shall be reckoned up the constant faith. . And though his qualities might well deserve, Just commendation, yet his furnished mind, Knowing the best, and therefore not presuming. Above fate's reach, his singleness was such. A FUNERAL ELEGY. May shorten when it please, and justly take, Whose fame the angels in melodious choirs. problem of WS's Funeral Elegy was not seriously debated until 1994, when Richard Abrams reopened discussion at the annual meeting of the Shakespeare Association ("'Miracle'"). Whereby the grace fore-promised they attained. 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