'By 1584 Fowler was still in contact with Walsingham and English agents, but
that year also marked his formal and literary entry into the inner Scottish
court circle of James VI. Francis Stewart, first earl of Bothwell, presented
Fowler with the parsonage of Hawick. As early as 1581 with the publication of An
Answer, Bothwell had served as Fowler's literary patron; this patronage
continued throughout Fowler's writing life with the exception of one dedication
in 1587 to Lady Jean Fleming, wife of Sir John Maitland, chancellor and
secretary to James and allegedly an enemy of Bothwell; Fowler's affinity with
the controversial Bothwell occasionally courted disfavour.'
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----- Original Message ----
From: Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Sent: Friday, 17 September, 2010 15:17:37
Subject: Re: an old poem
Nice to see someone doing the aureate thing (thanx!) that late. Doubt if it
will knock out Dunbar's "Hail, sterne superne" yet, but.
Did Jimmie the Sixth and One know your Fowler mannie back then? Or
Alexander Montgomerie (c. 1550? - 1598)? The dates would play out that way,
with Fowler donning the sonnet mantle that Montgomerie exchanged for a
shroud (godelp uz).
Robin
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From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, September 17, 2010 1:59 PM
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: an old poem
> No pox?
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: British & Irish poets [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of GILES GOODLAND
> Sent: 17 September 2010 12:56
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: an old poem
>
> Fowler, William, 1560-1612 : X. SONETT PEDANTESQUE. [from The Works
> (1914-1940)]
>
>
>
> 1 transcendant Sun! Sublime irradiant lux!
> 2 quhase solshyne rayes my eyes to vewe dar vix,
> 3 quha in tempestouous procells is my dux,
> 4 and keips my name fro Lethes Laike and stix,
> 5 o charming circe! o lesbia faire as nix!
> 6 quha to my cupidineous thoughts is trux,
> 7 quha liquefacts my spreits as fyre dois pix,
> 8 and maks my lyfe exspyre as theif on crux,
> 9 lat thir hoarse [?] clamours of my vaucal vox
> 10 perverberat your eares or orcus vex,
> 11 facilitat the passage of my nox,
> 12 and w i t h his darte accelerat my nex:
> 13 bot gif the fates will not permitt me pax,
> 14 Lat atrops kill by falx as love be fax.
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