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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love -- Christopher Marlowe

This week's theme: obviously, love poetry:
(Poem #997) The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
 Come live with me and be my love,
 And we will all the pleasures prove
 That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
 Woods or steepy mountain yields.

 And we will sit upon the rocks,
 Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
 By shallow rivers to whose falls
 Melodious birds sing madrigals.

 And I will make thee beds of roses
 And a thousand fragrant posies,
 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
 Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

 A gown made of the finest wool
 Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
 Fair lined slippers for the cold,
 With buckles of th purest gold;

 A belt of straw and ivy buds,
 With coral clasps and amber studs:
 And if these pleasures may thee move,
 Come live with me and be my love.

 The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
 For thy delight each May morning:
 If these delights thy mind may move,
 Then live with me and be my love,
-- Christopher Marlowe
The first pastoral verse in English was written during the reign of Queen
Elizabeth the First. Edmund Spenser, Christopher Marlowe and their
contemporaries at court discarded the elaborate framework of convention that
governed the masques and morality plays of medieval times to create a new
genre that was light-hearted, direct and unpretentious. "The Passionate
Shepherd" is an excellent example of the type: it's not a poem that demands
a great deal of analysis or explication, yet that very simplicity is its
strength, and the source of its lasting popularity.

thomas.

[Minstrels Links]

Marlowe is capable of both beauty and bombast, often in quick succession. I
have to confess that I prefer the energy of his plays to the often vapid
sentiments of his poetry (but then, I'm not a big fan of pastoral verse in
the first place; give me the metaphysicals any day :)). By way of contrast
to today's poem, check out:
        Poem #75, The face that launch'd a thousand ships
        Poem #506, Lament for Zenocrate
both of which are actually verse extracts from his plays (Faustus and
Tamerlane, respectively).

[Britannica on the Pastoral]

Pastoral literature: a class of literature that presents the society of
shepherds as free from the complexity and corruption of city life. Many of
the idylls written in its name are far remote from the realities of any
life, rustic or urban. Among the writers who have used the pastoral
convention with striking success and vitality are the classical poets
Theocritus and Virgil and the English poets Edmund Spenser, Robert Herrick,
John Milton, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Matthew Arnold.

The pastoral convention sometimes uses the device of "singing matches"
between two or more shepherds, and it often presents the poet and his
friends in the (usually thin) disguises of shepherds and shepherdesses.
Themes include, notably, love and death. Both tradition and themes were
largely established by Theocritus, whose Bucolics are the first examples of
pastoral poetry. The tradition was passed on, through Bion, Moschus, and
Longus, from Greece to Rome, where Virgil (who transferred the setting from
Sicily to Arcadia, in the Greek Peloponnese, now the symbol of a pastoral
paradise) used the device of alluding to contemporary problems--agrarian,
political, and personal--in the rustic society he portrayed. His Eclogues
exerted a powerful effect on poets of the Renaissance, including Dante,
Petrarch, and Giovanni Boccaccio in Italy; Pierre de Ronsard in France; and
Garcilaso de la Vega in Spain. These were further influenced by medieval
Christian commentators on Virgil and by the pastoral scenes of the Old and
New Testaments (Cain and Abel, David, the Bethlehem shepherds, and the
figure of Christ the good shepherd). During the 16th and 17th centuries,
too, pastoral romance novels (by Jacopo Sannazzaro, Jorge de Montemayor,
Miguel de Cervantes, and Honoré d'Urfé) appeared, as did in the 15th and
16th centuries the pastoral drama (by Torquato Tasso and Battista Guarini).

In English poetry there had been some examples of pastoral literature in the
earlier 16th century, but the appearance in 1579 of Edmund Spenser's
Shepheardes Calender, which imitated not only classical models but also the
Renaissance poets of France and Italy, brought about a vogue for the
pastoral. Sir Philip Sidney, Robert Greene, Thomas Nash, Christopher
Marlowe, Michael Drayton, Thomas Dekker, John Donne, Sir Walter Raleigh,
Thomas Heywood, Thomas Campion, William Browne, William Drummond, and
Phineas Fletcher all wrote pastoral poetry. (This vogue was subjected to
some satirical comment in William Shakespeare's As You Like It--itself a
pastoral play.) The first English novels, by Robert Greene and Thomas Lodge,
were written in the pastoral mode. Apart from Shakespeare, playwrights who
attempted pastoral drama included John Lyly, George Peele, John Fletcher,
Ben Jonson, John Day, and James Shirley.

The climax of this phase of the pastoral tradition was reached in the unique
blend of freshness and learned imitation achieved by the poetry of Herrick
and of Andrew Marvell. Later 17th-century work, apart from that of Milton,
was more pedantic. The 18th-century revival of the pastoral mode is chiefly
remarkable for its place in a larger quarrel between those Neoclassical
critics who preferred "ancient" poetry and those others who supported the
"modern." This dispute raged in France, where the "ancient" sympathy was
represented in the pastoral convention by René Rapin, whose shepherds were
figures of uncomplicated virtue in a simple scene. The "modern" pastoral,
deriving from Bernard de Fontenelle, dwelled on the innocence of the
contemporary rustic (though not on his miseries). In England the controversy
was reflected in a quarrel between Alexander Pope and Ambrose Philips,
though the liveliest pastorals of the period were by John Gay, whose mode
was burlesque (and whose Beggar's Opera is ironically subtitled "A Newgate
Pastoral"--Newgate being one of London's prisons).

A growing reaction against the artificialities of the genre, combined with
new attitudes to the natural man and the natural scene, resulted in a
sometimes bitter injection of reality into the rustic scenes of such poets
and novelists as Robert Burns, George Crabbe, William Wordsworth, John
Clare, George Eliot, Thomas Hardy, George Sand, Émile Zola, B.M. Bjørnson,
and Knut Hamsun. Only the pastoral elegy survived, through Shelley and
Matthew Arnold.

In the time since Wordsworth, poets have sometimes revived the pastoral
mode, though usually for some special purpose of their own--often ironic, as
in the eclogues of Louis MacNeice, or obscure, as when W.H. Auden called his
long poem The Age of Anxiety "a baroque eclogue."

        -- EB

Lament for Zenocrate -- Christopher Marlowe

 From Xian in China, the Silk Road winds its way across the steppes of Mongolia,
home of Genghis Khan and the Golden Horde...
(Poem #506) Lament for Zenocrate
 Black is the beauty of the brightest day,
 The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire,
 That danced with glory on the silver waves,
 Now wants the fuel that inflamed his beams:
 And all with faintness and for foul disgrace,
 He binds his temples with a frowning cloud,
 Ready to darken earth with endless night:
 Zenocrate that gave him light and life,
 Whose eyes shot fire from their ivory bowers,
 And tempered every soul with lively heat,
 Now by the malice of the angry skies,
 Whose jealousy admits no second mate,
 Draws in the comfort of her latest breath
 All dazzled with the hellish mists of death.
 Now walk the angels on the walls of heaven,
 As sentinels to warn th'immortal souls,
 To entertain divine Zenocrate.
 Apollo, Cynthia, and the ceaseless lamps
 That gently looked upon this loathsome earth,
 Shine downwards now no more, but deck the heavens
 To entertain divine Zenocrate.
 The crystal springs whose taste illuminates
 Refined eyes with an eternal sight,
 Like tried silver runs through Paradise
 To entertain divine Zenocrate.
 The Cherubins and holy Seraphins
 That sing and play before the King of Kings,
 Use all their voices and their instruments
 To entertain divine Zenocrate.
 And in this sweet and curious harmony,
 The God that tunes this music to our souls,
 Holds out his hand in highest majesty
 To entertain divine Zenocrate.
 Then let some holy trance convey my thoughts,
 Up to the palace of th'imperial heaven:
 That this my life may be as short to me
 As are the days of sweet Zenocrate.
-- Christopher Marlowe
 From Tamburlaine the Great, Part II.

 Marlowe's Tamburlaine fascinates me. He's a 'most bloody and insatiate' tyrant,
wanton in his cruelty and destructiveness, cold and ruthless in his pursuit of
power. And yet Marlowe gives him the most eloquent of tongues, capable of both
subtle meditations and vaunting flights of fancy... indeed, it's almost
impossible not to be swayed by Tamburlaine's rhetoric even as he puts cities to
the sword and declares himself 'the Scourge of God'.

 There's more about Marlowe's play in the notes that follow, but for now I'll be
content to merely analyse this particular speech of Tamburlaine's. It's an odd
blend of bombast and tenderness: lines such as
 "That this my life may be as short to me
  As are the days of sweet Zenocrate."
play a sorrowful counterpoint to the grandeur of
 "The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire,
  That danced with glory on the silver waves."

 The initial conceit foreshadows the Metaphysicals in the multiple levels of
meaning which Marlowe teases out of it: Zenocrate's beauty is such that the sun
himself falls in love with her; this arouses the jealousy of 'the angry skies',
which are the cause of her ailment [1]. The laboured breaths of the dying queen
are not enough to draw replenishment from the baleful air; the sun, meanwhile,
darkens the earth with endless night in his sorrow and his shame.

 From this point onwards, the images are piled on thick and fast, as Tamburlaine
describes how Heaven itself strives 'to entertain divine Zenocrate' [2]. Two
rhetorical tricks are noteworthy here: first, the progression from Apollo to the
Cherubim and Seraphim to the King of Kings is a wonderful example of how to
build up to a climax [3], and second, the refrain of 'to entertain divine
Zenocrate' adds structure and direction to each stirring phrase.

 All in all, a magnificent speech.

thomas.

[1] Keep in mind the belief, widespread in Elizabethan times, that sickness and
health were governed by four humours - phlegm, blood, choler, bile -
corresponding to the four elements - earth, water, fire and air. Hence the
ability of the sky (air) to cause illness in a mortal. Furthermore, Empedocles
identifies Hera with the sky and Zeus with fire; given Hera's reputation as a
jealous consort, it's hardly surprising that Zenocrate should arouse her wrath.

[2] I like the double-meaning of the word 'divine' here.

[3] It's also a wonderful example of how to mix mythologies, but we'll let that
pass in this case <grin>.

[Biography]

baptized Feb. 26, 1564, Canterbury, Kent, Eng.
died May 30, 1593, Deptford, near London, Eng.

Marlowe was the second child and eldest son of John Marlowe, a Canterbury
shoemaker. Nothing is known of his first schooling, but on Jan. 14, 1579, he
entered the King's School, Canterbury, as a scholar. A year later he went to
Corpus Christi College, Cambridge. Obtaining his bachelor of arts degree in
1584, he continued in residence at Cambridge--which may imply that he was
intending to take Anglican orders. In 1587, however, the university hesitated
about granting him the master's degree; its doubts (arising from his frequent
absences from the university) were apparently set at rest when the Privy Council
sent a letter declaring that he had been employed "on matters touching the
benefit of his country"--apparently in Elizabeth I's secret service.

After 1587 Marlowe was in London, writing for the theatres, occasionally getting
into trouble with the authorities because of his violent and disreputable
behaviour, and probably also engaging himself from time to time in government
service. Marlowe won a dangerous reputation for "atheism," but this could, in
Elizabeth I's time, indicate merely unorthodox religious opinions. In Robert
Greene's deathbed tract, Greenes groats-worth of witte, Marlowe is referred to
as a "famous gracer of Tragedians" and is reproved for having said, like Greene
himself, "There is no god" and for having studied "pestilent Machiuilian
pollicie." There is further evidence of his unorthodoxy, notably in the
denunciation of him written by the spy Richard Baines and in the letter of
Thomas Kyd to the lord keeper in 1593 after Marlowe's death. Kyd alleged that
certain papers "denying the deity of Jesus Christ" that were found in his room
belonged to Marlowe, who had shared the room two years before. Both Baines and
Kyd suggested on Marlowe's part atheism in the stricter sense and a persistent
delight in blasphemy. Whatever the case may be, on May 18, 1593, the Privy
Council issued an order for Marlowe's arrest; two days later the poet was
ordered to give daily attendance on their lordships "until he shall be licensed
to the contrary." On May 30, however, Marlowe was killed by Ingram Frizer, in
the dubious company of Nicholas Skeres and Robert Poley, at a lodging house in
Deptford, where they had spent most of the day and where, it was alleged, a
fight broke out between them over the bill.

[Assessment]

Marlowe ... alone realized the tragic potential inherent in the popular style,
with its bombast and extravagance. His heroes are men of towering ambition who
speak blank verse of unprecedented (and occasionally monotonous) elevation,
their "high astounding terms" embodying the challenge that they pose to the
orthodox norms and limitations of the societies they disrupt. In Tamburlaine the
Great (two parts, published 1590) and Edward II (c. 1591; published 1594)
traditional political orders are overwhelmed by conquerors and politicians who
ignore the boasted legitimacy of weak kings; The Jew of Malta (c. 1589;
published 1633) studies the man of business whose financial acumen and trickery
give him unrestrained power; The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus (c. 1593;
published 1604) shows the overthrow of a man whose learning and atheism threaten
even God. The main focus of all these plays is on the uselessness of society's
moral and religious sanctions against pragmatic, amoral will. They patently
address themselves to the anxieties of an age being transformed by new forces in
politics, commerce, and science; indeed, the sinister, ironic prologue to The
Jew of Malta is spoken by Machiavelli. In his own time Marlowe was damned as
atheist, homosexual, and libertine, and his plays remain disturbing because his
verse makes theatrical presence into the expression of power, enlisting the
spectators' sympathies on the side of his gigantic villain-heroes. His plays
thus present the spectator with dilemmas that can be neither resolved nor
ignored, and they articulate exactly the divided consciousness of their time.

[Tamburlaine]

In the earliest of his plays, the two-part Tamburlaine the Great (c. 1587;
published 1590), Marlowe's characteristic "mighty line" (as Ben Jonson called
it) established blank verse as the staple medium for later Elizabethan and
Jacobean dramatic writing. It appears that originally Marlowe intended to write
only the first part, concluding with Tamburlaine's marriage to Zenocrate and his
making "truce with all the world." But the popularity of the first part
encouraged Marlowe to continue the story to Tamburlaine's death. This gave him
some difficulty, as he had almost exhausted his historical sources in part I;
consequently the sequel has, at first glance, an appearance of padding. Yet the
effort demanded in writing the continuation made the young playwright look more
coldly and searchingly at the hero he had chosen, and thus part II makes
explicit certain notions that were below the surface and insufficiently
recognized by the dramatist in part I.

The play is based on the life and achievements of Timur (Timurlenk), the bloody
14th-century conqueror of Central Asia and India. Tamburlaine is a man avid for
power and luxury and the possession of beauty: at the beginning of part I he is
only an obscure Scythian shepherd, but he wins the crown of Persia by eloquence
and bravery and a readiness to discard loyalty. He then conquers Bajazeth,
emperor of Turkey, he puts the town of Damascus to the sword, and he conquers
the sultan of Egypt; but, at the pleas of the sultan's daughter Zenocrate, the
captive whom he loves, he spares him and makes truce. In part II Tamburlaine's
conquests are further extended; whenever he fights a battle, he must win, even
when his last illness is upon him. But Zenocrate dies, and their three sons
provide a manifestly imperfect means for ensuring the preservation of his wide
dominions; he kills Calyphas, one of these sons, when he refuses to follow his
father into battle. Always, too, there are more battles to fight: when for a
moment he has no immediate opponent on earth, he dreams of leading his army
against the powers of heaven, though at other times he glories in seeing himself
as "the scourge of God"; he burns the Qur'an, for he will have no intermediary
between God and himself, and there is a hint of doubt whether even God is to be
granted recognition. Certainly Marlowe feels sympathy with his hero, giving him
magnificent verse to speak, delighting in his dreams of power and of the
possession of beauty, as seen in the following of Tamburlaine's lines:

      Nature, that fram'd us of four elements
      Warring within our breasts for regiment,
      Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds:
      Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend
      The wondrous architecture of the world,
      And measure every wandering planet's course,
      Still climbing after knowledge infinite,
      And always moving as the restless spheres,
      Wills us to wear ourselves and never rest,
      Until we reach the ripest fruit of all,
      That perfect bliss and sole felicity,
      The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

But, especially in part II, there are other strains: the hero can be absurd in
his continual striving for more demonstrations of his power; his cruelty, which
is extreme, becomes sickening; his human weakness is increasingly underlined,
most notably in the onset of his fatal illness immediately after his arrogant
burning of the Qur'an. In this early play Marlowe already shows the ability to
view a tragic hero from more than one angle, achieving a simultaneous vision of
grandeur and impotence.

[Timur]

also spelled Timour, byname Timurlenk, (Turkish: 'Timur the Lame'), English
Tamerlane, or Tamburlaine,

b. 1336, Kesh, near Samarkand, Transoxania [now in Uzbekistan]
d. Feb. 19, 1405, Otrar, near Chimkent [now Shymkent,Kazakstan]

Turkic conqueror of Islamic faith, chiefly remembered for the barbarity of his
conquests from India and Russia to the Mediterranean Sea and for the cultural
achievements of his dynasty.

Timur began his rise as leader of a small nomad band and by guile and force of
arms established dominion over the lands between the Oxus and Jaxartes rivers
(Transoxania) by the 1360s. He then, for three decades, led his mounted archers
to subdue each state from Mongolia to the Mediterranean. He was the last of the
mighty conquerors of Central Asia to achieve such military successes as leader
of the nomad warrior lords, ruling both agricultural and pastoral peoples on an
imperial scale. The poverty, bloodshed, and desolation caused by his campaigns
gave rise to many legends, which in turn inspired such works as Christopher
Marlowe's Tamburlaine the Great.

The name Timur Lenk signified Timur the Lame, a title of contempt used by his
Persian enemies, which became Tamburlaine, or Tamerlane, in Europe. Timur was
heir to a political, economic, and cultural heritage rooted in the pastoral
peoples and nomad traditions of Central Asia. He and his compatriots cultivated
the military arts and discipline of Genghis Khan and, as mounted archers and
swordsmen, scorned the settled peasants. Timur never took up a permanent abode.
He personally led his almost constantly campaigning forces, enduring extremes of
desert heat and lacerating cold. When not campaigning he moved with his army
according to season and grazing facilities. His court traveled with him,
including his household of one or more of his nine wives and concubines. He
strove to make his capital, Samarkand, the most splendid city in Asia, but when
he visited it he stayed only a few days and then moved back to the pavilions of
his encampment in the plains beyond the city.

Timur was, above all, master of the military techniques developed by Genghis
Khan, using every weapon in the military and diplomatic armory of the day. He
never missed an opportunity to exploit the weakness political, economic, or
military) of the adversary or to use intrigue, treachery, and alliance to serve
his purposes. The seeds of victory were sown among the ranks of the enemy by his
agents before an engagement. He conducted sophisticated negotiations with both
neighbouring and distant powers, which are recorded in diplomatic archives from
England to China. In battle, the nomadic tactics of mobility and surprise were
his major weapons ofattack.

 Timur's most lasting memorials are the Timurid architectural monuments of
Samarkand, covered in azure, turquoise, gold, and alabaster mosaics; these are
dominated by the great cathedral mosque, ruined by an earthquake but still
soaring to an immense fragment of dome. His mausoleum, the Gur-e Amir, is one of
the gems of Islamic art. Within the sepulchre he lies under a huge, broken slab
of jade. The tomb was opened in 1941, having remained intact for half a
millennium. The Soviet Archaeological Commission found the skeleton of a man
who, though lame in both right limbs, must have been of powerful physique and
tall for a Tatar.

Timur's sons and grandsons fought over the succession when the Chinese
expedition disbanded, but his dynasty survived in Central Asia for a century in
spite of fratricidal strife. Samarkand became a centre of scholarship and
science. It was here that Ulugh Beg, his grandson, set up an observatory and
drew up the astronomical tables that were later used by the English royal
astronomer in the 17th century. During the Timurid renaissance of the 15th
century, Herat, southeast of Samarkand, became the home of the brilliant school
of Persian miniaturists. At the beginning of the 16th century, when the dynasty
ended in Central Asia, his  descendant Babur established himself in Kabul and
then conquered Delhi, to found the Muslim line of Indian emperors known as the
Great Mughals.

        -- the above four sections from the Encyclopaedia Brittanica

The face that launch'd a thousand ships -- Christopher Marlowe

from Dr. Faustus...
(Poem #75) The face that launch'd a thousand ships
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
-- Christopher Marlowe
20 lines of blank verse, and a wealth of phrases that have passed into
the language - this speech of Faust's is deservedly celebrated.

I've often thought that one of the marks of true poetic genius is the
ability to coin phrases that resonate in the mind of the reader, phrases
which take on a life of their own, becoming, in the end, part and parcel
of the language they're written in. Shakespeare is, of course, the
pre-eminent figure of English poetry in this regard (as he was in so
many other ways), but name almost any other 'great' poet, and you'll
find that his/her works contain their own fair share of new expressions
which become commonplace as the years go by. Examples are too numerous
to mention... from Milton's "trip the light fantastic" to Eliot's "not
with a bang but a whimper", great poems and great poets have enriched
both literature and language.

thomas.

[Biography]

Christopher Marlowe was born on 6 February 1564, the eldest son of a
shoemaker. Apparently he was never really meant to follow in his
father's footsteps (sorry), because he was very well educated, which,
back then, meant that he could read and translate Ovid. At 23, he went
off to London and became the dramatist for the theatre company owned by
Lords Admiral and Strange. Dramatist was a rotten job, really, but
Christopher (or Kit, as he was often called) had several outside
hobbies, like talking to his friend Sir Walter Raleigh, being an
atheist, and getting arrested for an 'unspecified' offense.

Kit's plays include works such as The Famous Tragedy of the Rich Jew of
Malta, Edward the Second, and the infamous Dr. Faustus. His most
ambitious work was the heroic epic Tamburlaine the Great, a play in two
parts of five acts each. This was in poem form, as all plays were then,
but it has the added distinction of being the first play written in
English blank verse. This may not seem terribly exciting, but bear in
mind that it was Kit's pioneering use of blank verse that encouraged
Shakespeare to try it. He was the first to write a genuine tragedy in
English, again paving the way for Shakespeare. Kit also wrote one of the
most famous lyric poems in the English language, "The Passionate
Shepherd to his Love".

Now we get to the really interesting stuff. In the spring of 1593, a
friend of Kit's was captured and tortured by the Queen's Privy Council.
Based on this 'evidence,' the Council was preparing to arrest Kit. But
before this arrest could take place, Kit was killed in a brawl at a
rooming-house in the town of Deptford. He was staying there with three
of his friends--and let me tell you, these were some very interesting
friends. Ingram Frizer was a known con artist and (even worse) a
moneylender. Nicholas Skeres was Frizer's frequent accomplice and
probably a fence. Robert Poley was an occasional courier/spy for Her
Majesty's secret service, who had boasted of his ability to lie
convincingly under any circumstances. Frizer's master, Thomas
Walsingham, was a cousin of the noted spymaster Sir Francis Walsingham.
On the night of 30 May 1593, the four of them had just finished eating
when Frizer and Kit began arguing over the bill. Kit eventually grabbed
Frizer's dagger and attacked him from behind, and in the ensuing fight,
Frizer regained his dagger and stabbed and killed his friend. He was
quickly pardoned on grounds of self-defense, and his employers did not
fire or otherwise ostracize him.

Both the timing of Kit's death and the lack of any retribution against
his murderer have led some scholars to theorize that his death was faked
and Kit himself took up a new identity to escape the Privy Council. Some
go so far as to state that this new identity, was, of course, obviously,
that of William Shakespeare. Either people think it unreasonable for one
tiny island to have produced two literary geniuses in such a short space
of time, or they're subscribing to the idea that Shakespeare received a
terrible education.

But I've digressed sadly from our friend Kit. Regardless of how it
ended, he led a very interesting life, and it's a great shame that he
was unable to continue his pioneering work (under his own name, at
least).

    -- from the Web, http://www.incompetech.com

PS. I'm going on vacation for two weeks, starting today, but fear not -
the Minstrels will go on without me :-). Actually, I've already sent
Martin my next few poems; he'll do the list-sending thing.