Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
George Gascoigne (d. 1577)Critical Introduction by John W. Hales
[George Gascoigne was born circ. 1536; died 1577. The dates of his poems are:—
He was a man of family and position, well known to and amongst the ‘Inns of Court men,’ who, in the Elizabethan age, as in that of Queen Anne, passed for the arch wits and critics as well as the first gentlemen of the day; and when campaigning in the Low Countries he met with adventures which added to his personal prestige. Thus he was a conspicuous figure in the society of his time, and for this reason, if for nothing else, his verses would win esteem and circulation.
Gascoigne, then, is interesting as a poet who was popular during Shakspere’s boyhood and Spenser’s adolescence. But he is yet more important as one who did real service in the way of extending and improving the form of literature—as a pioneer of the Elizabethan Period. ‘Whoever,’ says Nash, ‘my private opinion condemns as faulty, Master Gascoigne is not to be abridged of his deserved esteem, who first beat the path to that perfection which our best poets have aspired to since his departure; whereto he did ascend by comparing the Italian with the English, as Tully did Græca cum Latinis.’ He is the author of our earliest extant comedy in prose—possibly the earliest written—The Supposes, a translation of Ariosto’s Suppositi, and in part the author of one of our earliest tragedies, of Jocasta—a paraphrase rather than a translation of the Phoinissai of Euripides; he is one of our earliest writers of formal satire and of blank verse, and in his ‘Certain Notes of Instruction concerning the making of verse or rime in English written at the request of Master Edouardo Donati,’ one of the earliest essayists, if not the earliest, on English metres.
Happily, we can add, his works have not only these historical claims on our attention; they have intrinsic merits. His lyrics are occasionally characterised by a certain lightness and grace, which give and will give them a permanent life. Singing of all a lover’s moods and experiences—how he passions, laments, complains, recants, is refused, is encouraged—he is never a mere mimic of his Italian masters, or, though somewhat monotonous, wanting in vigour and sincerity. His style is clear and unaffected. The crude taste of his age is often enough apparent; and in this respect his ‘poor rude lines,’ if we ‘compare them with the bettering of the times,’ may sometimes make but little show; but here too he rises above his fellows, who are often simply grotesque when they mean to be fervent, and are dull when they are not grotesque. He writes in various metres with various facility and skill. Of blank verse his mastery is imperfect; he is like a child learning to walk, whose progress is from chair to chair; he lacks freedom and fluency. The metre of his Complaint of Philomene is ill chosen for its purpose. It is a jig, not a movement of ‘even step and musing gait.’ Much of his work is autobiographical. We can trace him ‘from gay to grave,’ perhaps we may add ‘from lively to severe’; for in his later years, by a reaction that is common enough, it would seem he took a somewhat morbid view of the life he was leaving, under-prizing it, after the manner of zealots, even as in his youth he had prized it too highly.