Guess Who
Art Neuendorffer
*UNDONE by The Guess Who*
.
She's come undone
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
It was too late
.
She's come undone
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
It was too late
.
It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
She wanted truth but all she got was lies
Came the time to realize
And it was too late
.
She's come undone
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
Mama, it was too late
.
It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
.
Too many mountains, and not enough stairs to climb
Too many churches and not enough truth
Too many people and not enough eyes to see
Too many lives to lead and not enough time
.
It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
.
It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
It was too late
.
She's come undone
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
Mama, it was too late
.
It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
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. _A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man_ by James Joyce
.
It gave him an intense sense of power to know that he could, by
a single act of consent, in a moment of thought, undo all that he
had done. He seemed to feel a flood slowly advancing towards his
naked feet and to be waiting for the first faint timid noiseless
wavelet to touch his fevered skin. Then, almost at the instant of
that touch, almost at the verge of sinful consent, he found himself
standing far away from the flood upon a dry shore, saved by a sudden
act of the will or a sudden ejaculation; and, seeing the silver line
of the flood far away and beginning again its slow advance towards
his feet, a new thrill of power and satisfaction shook his soul
to know that he had not yielded nor *UNDONE* all.
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. _Ulysses_ by James Joyce : Oxen of the Sun
.
She waved her scarf and cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the
straight on the run home when all were in close order the dark horse
Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. All was lost now.
Phyllis was silent: her eyes were sad anemones. Juno, she cried,
I am *UNDONE*. But her lover consoled her and brought her a bright
casket of GOLD in which lay some oval sugarplums which she partook.
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[FW 25.20] If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the
oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and
when you were *UNDONE* in *EVERy PoINt FORE* the laps of goddesses
you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old
Gunne, they do be saying, (skull !) that was a planter for you,
a spicer of them all. Begog but he was, the G.O.G!
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[FW 58.1] His Thing Mod have *UNDONE* him:
and his madthing has done him man. His beneficiaries are
legion in the part he created: they number up his years.
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[FW 75.6] Nile (shall Ariuz forget Arioun or Boghas the baregams
of the Marmarazalles from Marmeniere?) it may be, tots wearsense
full a naggin in twentyg have sigilposted what in our brievingbust,
the besieged bedreamt him stil and solely of those lililiths
undeveiled which hat *UNDONE* him, gone for age, and knew not
the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, fooi,
chamermissies! Zeepyzoepy, larcenlads! Zijnzijn Zijnzijn! It may
be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed?
presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold
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[FW 94.9] at the top told the stone that moans when stricken.
Wind broke it. Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. Syce ran with it.
Hand tore it and wild went war. Hen trieved it and plight
pledged peace. It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime,
uptied by a harlot, *UNDONE* by a child.
It was life but was it fair? It was Free but was it Art?
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Nicholas_Hilliard_012.jpg
.
February 2, 1602, John Donne wrote his father-in-law
George More concerning his unapproved marriage to Anne More.
When Donne was put under virtual house arrest for marrying
the girl, he used a diamond to write on a windowpane,
. *John DONNE, Anne DONNE, UNDONE* ."
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Elizabeth writes:
.
BACON: "Things DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE." Promus, 1593-95
.
LADY MACBETh "What's DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE."
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. The Taming of the Shrew Act 5, Scene 1
.
Tra. : Sir, what are you that offer to beate my seruant?
.
Vinc. : What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immor-
tall Goddes: oh fine villaine, a silken doublet, a vel-
uet hose, a *scarlet CLO-AKE, and a *COPATAINE* hat* :
*OH I AM VNDONE, I AM VNDONE* : while I plaie
the good husband at home, my sonne and
*my SERUANT spend all at the VnIUERSitie*
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I had nEVER before been spoken to by a man in a *COPATAINE* hat.
Mr Shakespeare was tall and thin, and he wore that hat with
an air of great authority. He had also a quilted silken doublet,
goose-turd GREEN; grey velvet hose; and *A SCARLET CLOAK* .
NEVER believe those who tell you he was not a dandy.
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. GOOD FREND FOR [IE]{SVS}' S[AKE]_F{OR}[BE]{ARE},
___ TO DIGG THE DV[ST] ___ EN[CLO]ASED [HE]{ARE}:
.
. BLESTE BE Ye MAN Yt SPA[RE]S THES STONES,
. AND CVRST BE HE Yt MO[VE]S MY BONES.
.
http://library.thinkquest.org/5175/images/grave1.jpg
.
___________ [IE] [AKE] [BE] [RE]
__________ [ST] [CLO] [HE] [VE]
.
. in a manner highly reminiscent of Ben Jonson's
. "two feet by two feet will do for all I *WANT* "
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<<Sir Joseph realizes that Ralph should have been the Captain,
and the Captain should have been Ralph. He summons both, and they
emerge wearing one another's uniforms: Ralph is now middle-class,
and in command of the Pinafore, while the former Captain is now
a common sailor. Sir Joseph's marriage with Josephine is now
impossible. As he explains it, "love levels all ranks...to a
considerable extent, but it does not level them as much as that."
He gives her to now-Captain Rackstraw. The former Captain, with
his rank reduced, is free to marry Buttercup. Sir Joseph settles
for his cousin *HEBE* , and all ends in general rejoicing.>>
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"From thousands of our *UNDONE* widows
. One may derive some wit." -Thomas Middleton. (1580-1627)
_A Trick to catch the Old One_ Act i. Sc. 2.
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"Some *UNDONE* widow sits upon mine arm." -Philip Massinger:
_A New Way to pay Old Debts_ , act v. sc. 1.
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Thomas Shelton's _Don Quixote_ , Part 1.
.
Certain Sonnets, Written by Knights-Errant, Ladies, Squires, and
Horses, in the Praise of Don Quixote, His Dame, His Squire & Steed
.
DON BELIANIS OF GREECE TO DON QUIXOTE OF THE MANCHA.
.
. I TORE, I hackt, abolish'd, said and did,
. More than knight-errant else on earth hath done:
. I, dexterous, valiant, and so stout beside,
. Have thousand wrongs reveng'd, millions *UNDONE*.
. I have done acts that my fame eternise,
. In love I courteous and so peerless was:
. Giants, as if but dwarfs, I did despise;
. And yet no time of love-plaints I let pass.
. I have held fortune prostrate at my feet,
. And by my wit seiz'd on Occasion's top,
. Whose wandering steps I led where I thought meet;
. And though beyond the moon my soaring hope
. Did crown my HAP with all felicity,
. Yet, great Quixote, do I still ENVY thee.
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The Third Book V. Of the Discreet Discourse Passed between
Sancho and His Lord; with the Adventure Succeeding
of a Dead Body; and Other Notable Occurrences
.
And I would have your rEVEREnce to understand that
I am a knight of the Mancha, called Don Quixote;
and mine office and exercise is, to go throughout the world
righting of wrongs and undoing of injuries.'
'I cannot understand how that can be, of righting wrongs,' quoth the
bachelor, 'seeing you have made me, who was right before, now VERy
crooked by breaking of my leg, which can nEVER be righted again as
long as I live; and the injury which you have *UNDONE* in me,
is none other but to leave me so injured as I shall remain injured
for EVER. And it was VERy great disventure to have encountered
with you that go about to SEEK adventures.'
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Thomas Shelton's _The History of the Valorous &
Witty Knight-Errant Don Quixote of the Mancha
.
The Second Part CHAPTER LXIV: Of an Adventure that most
perplexed Don Quixote, of any that hitherto befel him
.
Sancho, all sad and sorrowful, knew not what to do or say, and
all that had happened to him seemed but a dream, and all that
machine a matter of enchantment; he saw his master was vanquished,
and bound not to take arms for a year. Now he thought the light
of his glory was eclipsed, the hopes of his late promises were
*UNDONE* and parted as smoke with wind; he feared lest
Rozinante's bones were broken, and his master's out of joint;
finally, in a chair, which the viceroy commanded to be brought,
he was carried to the city, whither the viceroy too returned,
desirous to know who the Knight of the White Moon was,
that had left Don Quixote in so bad a taking.
...............................................
The Second Part CHAPTER LIII: Of the Troublesome End
and Upshot that Sancho Panza's Government had
.
To think that the affairs of this life should last EVER in one
being is needless; for it rather seems otherwise: the summer follows
the SPRING; after the summer, the fall; and the fall, the winter;
and so time goes on in a continued wheel. Only man's life runs to
a speedy end, swifter than time, without hope of being renewed,
except it be in another life, which hath no bounds to limit it.
.
This said Cid Hamet, a MAHOMETICAL philosopher; for many, without
the light of faith, only with a natural instinct, have understood
the swiftness and uncertainty of this life present, and the lasting
of the eternal life which is expected. But here the author speaks
it for the speediness with which Sancho's government was ended,
consumed, and *UNDONE*, and vanished into a shade and smoke, who
being abed the seventh night after so many days of his government,
nor cloyed with bread or wine, but with judging and giving sentences,
making proclamations and statutes, when sleep, maugre and in despite
of hunger, shut his eyelids, he heard such a noise of bells and
outcries, as if the whole island had been sunk. He sat up in his bed,
and was VERy attentive, hearkening if he could guess at the cause of
so great an uproar; but he was so far from knowing it, that a noise
of a world of drums and trumpets added to that of the bells and cries
made him more confused and more full of fear and horror; and, rising
up, he put on a pair of slippers for the moistness of the ground,
and without any nightgown upon him, or anything like it, he went out
at his chamber door, at such time as he saw at least twenty persons
come running thorough the entries, with torches in their hands
lighted, and swords unsheathed, crying all out aloud, 'Arm, arm,
sir governor, arm! for a world of enemies are entered the island,
and we are *UNDONE*, if your skill and valour help us not!'
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Art Neuendorffer
Your *COPATAINE* hat was a high-crowned job
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http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/Newsletter/NewsletterMain.htm
http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/Ashbourne.htm
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A Golden Book, bound richly up by Barbara Burris
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In 1580 Gabriel Harvey used the words *APISH & APE* to lampoon Oxford
and the French and Italianate dress & tendencies that Oxford brought
back from his travels to the continent, in his satirical yet equally
admiring poem about the earl of Oxford, Speculum Tuscanismi,
which included the following lines:
.
"...A little *APISH* flat couched fast to the pate like an *OYSTER* ,
French Camerick ruffs, deep with a whiteness starched to the purpose..."
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http://www.philological.bham.ac.uk/anagrams/text.html
.
<< EDOUARUS VEIERUS
___ per anagramma
__ AURE SURDUS VIDEO
.
[A]uribus hisce licet studio, *FORTUNA* , SUSurros
[PE]rfidiae et technas efficis esse procul,
. Attamen accipio (quae mens horrescit et auris)
. Rebus facta malis corpora surda tenus.
. Imo etiam cerno Catilinae* fraude propinquos
. Funere solventes *FATA* aliena suo.
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. AURE SURDUS VIDEO ( *DEAF* IN MY EAR, I SEE)
.
. Though by your zeal, FORTUNE, you keep perfidy's
murmurs & schemings at a distance, nonetheless I learn
. (at which my mind & EAR quake) that our bodies have
been *DEAF* ened with respect to evil affairs. Indeed,
I perceive men who come close to Catiline* in deception,
. freeing other men's *FATES* by their death.
.
* Catiline was the rabble-rouser suppressed by Cicero.
His name became a watchword for incendiary troublemakers.>>
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Oxford was never awarded the Order of the Garter.
Was he ostracized a-la-Lear/Socrates?
.
Ostracize, v. t. [Gr. ostrakon, a tile or potsherd used in voting,
an oyster shell.] (Gr. Antiq.) To exile by ostracism; to banish
by a popular vote, as at Athens. --Grote.
.
Foole : Canst tell how an *OYSTER* makes his shell.
.
Lear : No.
.
Foole : Nor I neither, but I can tell why a snayle has a HOUSE.
.
Lear : Why ?
.
Foole : Why, to put his HEAD IN, not to giue it away to his
. daughter, and leaue his HORNES without a case.
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Oxford gave up his family estate: Castle HEDINGHAM [HEAD-IN-HOME]
to his father-in-law in a trust for his 3 daughters (Dec. 1591).
.
HAM, n. Home. [North of Eng.] --Chaucer.
.
HORN, n. [AS. horn; akin to D. horen, hoorn, G., Icel., Sw., & Dan.
horn, Goth. ha['u]rn, W., Gael., & Ir. corn, L. cornu, Gr. ?, and
perh. also to E. cheer, cranium, cerebral.] The hollow horns of
the Ox family consist externally of true horn, and are never shed.
An emblem of a cuckold; ``Thicker than a cuckold's horn.'' -Shak.
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. Like Lear, Oxford had 3 daughters:
.
Elizabeth(b.1575), Lady Montgomery [temporarily disowned]
Bridget(b.1584) & Susan(b.1587), Lady Derby
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. King Richard II Act 1, Scene 4
.
KING RICHARD II: He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,
*When time shall call him home from BANISHMENT*
Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
Ourself and BUSHY, Bagot HERE and *GREEN*
*OBS-ERVED* his courtship to the common people;
How he did seem to dive into their hearts
With humble and familiar courtesy,
What rEVEREnce he did throw away on slaves,
Wooing poor CRAFTsmen with the CRAFT of smiles
And patient underbearing of his fortune,
As 'twere to banish their affects with him.
*Off goes his bonnet to an OYSTER-wench* ;
A brace of draymen bid God speed him well
And had the tribute of his supple knee,
With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;'
As were our England *IN REVERSION HIs*
And he our subjects' NEXT DEGREE IN HOPE.
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. Late Mr. Shakespeare by Robert Nye
"All there is that's fit to know about Shakespeare."
..................................................
. Chapter One
.
. A nEVER writer to
. an EVER reader:
. News.
.
In which Pickleherring takes his pen to tell
of his first meeting with Mr Shakespeare
.
For instance, William Shakespeare. Tell you all about him. All there
is that's fit to know about Shakespeare. Mr William Shakespeare.
All there is that's not fit, too, for that matter. Who he was and why.
Where he was and when. What he was and wherefore. And then, besides,
to answer sEVERal difficult questions that might be bothering you.
Such as, who was the Dark Lady of the sonnets? Such as, why did he
leave his wife only his second-best bed? Such as, is it TRUe he
died a Papist, and lived a sodomite? Such as, how come he placed
that curse on his own grave? All this, and more, you will find
answered here. But better begin at the beginning, while we can.
.
Who am I? Reader, I will tell you suddenly. My name is Robert
Reynolds alias Pickleherring and my game is that of a comedian and
believe me I was well-acquainted with our famous Mr Shakespeare when
I was young. I acted in his plays. I knew his ways. I played Puck to
his Oberon. To his Prosper, I was Ariel. I washed my hands sleep-
walking too, as the Scottish queen. Why, once, at Blackfriars,
the man was sick in my cap. I loved the lovely villain,
ladies and gentlemen.
.
By the time I have finished I think you will have to admit it.
There is no man or woman alive in the world who knows more
than old Pickleherring about the late Mr Shakespeare.
.
I call to mind as if it was just yesterday, forinstance, the first
time I EVER clapped eyes on the dear fellow. He was wearing a
*COPATAINE* hat. You won't know those hats now, if you're under
fifty. They were good hats. They wore good hats and they wrote good
VERSE in those days. Your *COPATAINE* hat was a high-crowned job in
the shape of a sugar-loaf. Some say the word should be *COPOTINK*
& that it comes from the Dutch. I call a *COPATAINE* hat
a *COPATAINE* hat. So did Mr Shakespeare, let me tell you.
I nEVER heard him say that his hat came from Holland. And
in his tragical history of Antony and Cleopatra he has the word
*COPATAINE*. Which part, friends, he wrote first for your servant:
Cleopatra. I nEVER wore a *COPATAINE* hat myself, but then
I was only a boy at the time we are speaking of.
.
[Cleo. : Call all his Noble *CAPTAINEs* to my Lord.]
.
I was living in those far-off but nEVER to be forgotten days in
a cottage made of clay and wattles just outside the north gate of
the city of Cambridge. That cottage stood by a fen. Fatherless,
motherless, I was being looked after by a pair of sisters,
whiskered virgins, Meg and Merry Muchmore, two spinsters
with long noses for the smelling out of knavery.
.
It was the pleasure of each of these ladies in turn to spank me
naked while the other watched. I think they liked to see my little
pintle harden. Meg's lap smelt of liquorice but there was no
pleasing Merry. I had a well-whipped childhood, I can tell you.
.
All their long lives these two WEIRD sisters had dedicated
themselves to piety and good works, and I, the bastard
son of a priest's bastard, conceived in a confessional,
born in a graveyard, was one of the best of them.
I mean, what better work than Pickleherring?
.
I was a posthumous child. Of my father, I heard from my mother
only that his mouth was so big and cavernous that he could thrust
his clenched fist into it. How often he performed this trick
for her amusement I know not. I know only that he could do it,
and that also he had some interest in the occult.
That is an interest which I do not share.
.
Reader, don't get me wrong. I believe in ghosts and visions.
I pray only to be spared from seeing them.
.
My mother died when I was seven years old. She smelt of milk and
comfrey fritters. She used to tell me tales by the chimneyside.
It was from her sweet LIPS that I first heard of Tattercoats and
of Tom-Tit-Tot and of Jack and his beanstalk. She sang to me,
too, my mother - all the old English songs.
.
I remember her singing me to sleep with a ballad called O Polly
Dear. But she died of a fEVER and then there was no more music.
My bed was under thatching and the way to it was up a rope ladder.
.
I had nEVER before been spoken to by a man in a *COPATAINE* hat.
Mr Shakespeare was tall and thin, and he wore that hat with
an air of great authority. He had also a quilted silken doublet,
goose-turd GREEN; GREY velvet hose; and *A SCARLET CLOAK* .
NEVER believe those who tell you he was not a dandy.
.
This first meeting of ours took place in the yard of a tavern
called the Cock. A small rain fell like brightness from the air.
Ah, what a DREAM it seems now, seventy years away.
.
One thing I can tell you that you'll perhaps not learn elsewhere.
Mr William Shakespeare nEVER minded a bit of rain. He sat under
the SPRINGing mulberry tree that grew in the middle of the Cock's
back yard. He had a damask napkin over his knee and a little
knife of silver in his hand. He was opening oysters.
.
As for me, I had climbed up on the RED-BRICK WALL to keep him in my
sight. My friends mocked me. One of them said the man was from Wales,
and an alchemist. They said he could make GOLD, and fly in the air.
They said he was in Cambridge for blood for his lamp. I pretended
not to care. I did not want his art, but I had no father.
.
. `Pickleherring's mad again!' piped my playmates.
.
Then they all ran away and left me on my own to face the necromancer.
.
Mr Shakespeare must have seen me watching him.
But I don't believe that his eyes EVER left the oysters.
.
His voice was soft and gentle when he spoke. But it was the sort of
softness that you stop and listen to, like the sound of the theorbo.
[ http://www.guitarsite.com/history12.htm ]
.
. `Boy,' he said, suddenly.
.
I nearly fell down off the WALL. Instead I said, `Yes, sir?'
.
. I was SHAKING in my boots.
.
`Say this, boy,' he said. `I am afraid, and yet I'll venture it.'
.
. What kind of spell was this?
.
. I looked at Mr Shakespeare.
.
. He looked up from his oysters and looked at me.
.
Something in his look made me take him straight. So I forgot all
about spells and I said the words he said. I said them simply.
I do not think I can say that I said them well. But I said
them more or less as he said them, which is to say that
I spoke the speech trippingly on the tongue,
not mouthing it, not sawing the air with my hand.
.
It was, as I learned later, the way he liked it. He nEVER
could abide the ranting sort. TRUTH to tell, I had nEVER then
acted in my life, so I knew no worse. Also, I was afraid,
which helped me to say that I was as though I meant it.
.
. My performance seemed to please Mr Shakespeare.
.
. He took off his hat to me.
.
'Good,' he said. And then, `Good, boy,' he said. And then again,
after a little while, `Good boy,' Mr Shakespeare said finally.
.
. He swallowed an oyster.
.
. `Say this,' he said. `Say that.'
.
I mean, I can't remember now all Mr Shakespeare bade me say then.
He sat there downing oysters while I recited. Sometimes he said
`Good' and sometimes he said `Good, boy' and once he said
`Good boy' again and more than once he said nothing
but just wiped his mouth with his napkin.
.
. I do recall that he asked me at last to sing.
.
. So I sat down on the WALL and I sang for Mr Shakespeare.
.
. I had a good voice in those days.
.
. I sang for him the ballad of O Polly Dear.
.
The sweet rain fell and the drops ran down my face
and I sat there in the rain, legs dangling, singing
O Polly Dear that my mother used to sing to me.
.
*Mr Shakespeare listened with his EYES as well as his EARS*
. [ *DEAF* IN MY EAR, I SEE ]
.
When I finished he nodded
and he clapped his hands three times together.
.
. It was the first applause I EVER had.
.
Then at Mr Shakespeare's insTRUction I jumped down off the WALL.
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<<Nicholas Hilliard (c.1547 - bur.January 7, 1619), the first TRUe
English miniature painter born in England, is said to have been the
son of Richard Hilliard (1519-1594) of Exeter, Devon, England high
sheriff of the city and county in 1560, and a daughter of John WALL,
goldsmith, of London, by the name of Laurence WALL, although Laurence
is a man's name and the name of one of Nicholas' sons, Laurence
Hilliard (1582-1648), who was also a "limner." His wife, Alice
Brandon (1556-1611) the daughter of Robert Brandon (d. 1591)
and Katherine Barber, appears to have been either a niece or
granddaughter of Charles Brandon, 1st Duke of Suffolk (1484-1545).
Nicholas himself also appears to have been a close relative of
Grace Hiller or Hilliar, first wife of Theophilus Eaton (1590-1657)
the co-founder of New Haven Colony in America. He was appointed
goldsmith, carver and portrait painter to Elizabeth I and engraved
the Great Seal of England in 1586. He was in high favour with
James I as well as with Elizabeth, receiving from the king a special
patent of appointment, dated May 5, 1617, granting him a sole licence
for royal work for twelve years. He is believed to have been the
author of an important treatise on miniature painting, The Art of
Limning, now preserved in the Bodleian Library; but it seems more
probable that the author of that treatise was John de Critz,
Serjeant Painter to James I. It is probable, howEVER, that the
treatise was taken down from insTRUctions by Hilliard for the
benefit of one of his pupils, perhaps Isaac Oliver.
The esteem of his contemporaries for Hilliard
is testified to by John Donne, who in a poem called
The Storm (1597) praises the work of this artist.>> - Wikipedia
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The Storm (1597) By John Donne.
.
To Mr. Christopher Brooke, From the Island
Voyage with they Earl of Essex
.
Thou which art I--'tis nothing to be so--
Thou which art still thyself, by these shalt know
Part of our passage ; and a hand or eye
*By HILLIARD drawn is worth a history*
By a worse painter made ; and, without pride,
When by thy judgement they are dignified,
My lines are such. 'Tis the pre-eminence
Of friendship only to impute excellence.
England, to whom we owe what we be and have,
Sad that her sons did SEEK a foreign grave
--For *FATE'S* or Fortune's drifts none can soothsay ;
Honor and misery have one face, and way--
From out her pregnant entrails sigh'd a wind,
Which at th' air's middle marble room did find
Such strong resistance, that itself it threw
Downward again ; and so when it did view
How in the port our fleet dear time did leese,
Withering like prisoners, which lie but for fees,
Mildly it kiss'd our sails, and fresh and sweet
--As to a stomach starved, whose insides meet,
Meat COMES--it came ; and swole our sails, when we
So joy'd, as Sarah her swelling joy'd to see.
But 'twas but so kind as our countrymen,
Which bring friends one day's way, and leave them then.
Then like two mighty kings, which dwelling far
ASUNDER, meet against a third to war,
The south and west winds join'd, and, as they blew,
Waves like a rolling trench before them threw.
Sooner than you read this line, did the gale,
Like shot, not fear'd till felt, our sails assail ;
And what at first was call'd a gust, the same
Hath now a storm's, anon a TEMPEST's name.
Jonas, I pity thee, and curse those men
Who, when the storm raged most, did wake thee then.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil
All offices of death, except to kill.
But when I waked, I saw that I saw not ;
I, and the sun, which should teach me, had forgot
East, west, day, night ; and I could only say,
If th' world had lasted, now it had been day.
Thousands our noises were, yet we 'mongst all
*Could none by his right name, but THUNDER, call*
Lightning was all our light, and it rain'd more
Than if the sun had drunk the sea before.
Some coffin'd in their cabins lie, equally
Grieved that they are not dead, and yet must die ;
And as sin-burden'd souls from grave will creep
At the last day, some forth their cabins peep,
And trembling ask, " What news ?" and do hear so
*As jealous husbands, what they would not know*
Some sitting on the hatches would seem there
With hideous gazing to fear away fear.
Then note they the ship's sicknesses, the MAST
SHAKED with an ague, and the hold and waist
With a salt dropsy clogg'd, and all our tacklings
Snapping, like too-too-high-stretch'd treble strings.
And from our tatter'd sails rags drop down so,
*As from one HANG'D IN CHAINS a year ago*
Even our ordnance, placed for our defence,
Strive to break loose, and 'scape away from thence.
Pumping hath tired our men, and what's the gain ?
Seas into seas thrown, we SUCK in again ;
Hearing hath DEAF'D our sailors, and if they
Knew how to hear, there's none knows what to say.
Compared to these storms, death is but a qualm,
Hell somewhat lightsome, the *BERMUDAS* calm.
Darkness, light's eldest brother, his birthright
Claims o'er the world, and to heaven hath chasèd light.
All things are one, and that one none can be,
Since all forms uniform deformity
Doth cover ; so that we, except God say
Another Fiat, shall have no more day.
So violent, yet long, these furies be,
That though thine absence starve me, I wish not thee.
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Lyra <mountain_qu...@RockAthens.com> wrote:
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
<<Nicholas Hilliard & his Pupil Isaac Oliver
.
From his workshop in Gutter Lane, London, Nicholas Hilliard
painted both courtiers and other wealthy patrons. Many of his
miniatures included elaborate symbols and mottoes, presumably
chosen by the sitter. Similar personal symbolism was used in
the annual Accession Day jousts, on the banners that courtiers
carried to express their devotion to the queen. Isaac Oliver
probably came to England to escape the wars of religion in France.
He learned the techniques of miniature painting from Hilliard,
but also had some experience of mainstream European art.
Unlike Hilliard, he used light and shadow (chiaroscuro)
to give a three-dimensional realism to his portraits.>>
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> [1602] Picture of a woman , with the motto
>
> *VIDETUR ET VERE EST*
>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Nicholas_Hilliard_012.jpg
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> It's the motto that made me wonder...and the Puritan hat..
> weren't some of them married into
> Puritan-tending families, like the Pembrokes?
> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> (quotes)
> 1. Mottoes on paintings
> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> Many of his miniatures (Nicholas Hilliard) included elaborate
> symbols and mottoes, presumably chosen by the sitter.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> 2. Motto includes VERE
> ^^^^^^^^^^
> Picture of a woman, with the motto
> *VIDETUR ET VERE EST*
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> 3. PURITAN
> or Pilgrim hat
> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> Woman in a Capotain by Nicholas Hilliard, 1602
>
> A capotain, capatain or copotain is a tall-crowned, narrow-brimmed,
> slightly conical hat, usually black, worn by men and women from the
> 1590s into the mid-seventeenth century in England and northwestern
> Europe. Earlier capotains had rounded crowns; later, the crown was
> flat at the top.The capotain is especially associated with
> Puritan costume in England in the years leading up to
> the English Civil War and during the years of the Commonwealth
> It is also commonly called a Pilgrim hat >
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capotain
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Nicholas_Hilliard_012.jpg
--------------------------------------------------
http://www.saradouglass.com/popimage.html
.
<<The foolish Italianated traveler surfaced extremely quickly
after the publication of The Scholemaster. George Gascoigne:
.
Nowe, sir, if I shall see your maistershippe
Come home *DISGUYSDE and cladde IN QUEYNT araye* ,
As with a piketoothe byting on your lippe,
Your braue MUSTACHYOS turnde the *TURKY* waye,
*A COPOTAIN HATTE* made on a Flemmish blocke,
A nightgowne *CLO-AKE* downe trayling to your toes,
A slender sloppe close-couched to your docke,
A curtold slipper and a shorte silke hose:
Bearing your Rapier pointe aboue the hilte,
And looking bigge like Marquise of *ALL-BEEFE* ,
Then shall I compte your toyle and trauayle spilte.
.
*Gabriel Harvey* used imagery similar to Gascoigne's
when he satirized the Italianated Earl of Oxford.>>
--------------------------------------------------
Lyra wrote:
<<Letter dated 1 March 1599 from John Chamberlain to Dudley Carleton
mentioning that a contract has been concluded for the marriage of
Oxford's daughter, Bridget de Vere, to Francis Norris
.
Letter dated 3 February 1601 from John Chamberlain to Dudley
Carleton mentioning that Bridget, Dowager Duchess of Bedford,
has 'bequeathed the greatest part of her wealth'
to Oxford's son-in-law, Francis Norris
.
Letter dated 24 October 1605 from John Chamberlain to
Dudley Carleton mentioning the serious illness in Paris of
Oxford's son-in-law, Francis, 2nd Baron Norris of Rycote,
the husband of Oxford's daughter Bridget
.
Letter dated 11 May 1606 from Dudley Carleton to John Chamberlain
mentioning that Oxford's daughter, Bridget, is estranged from her
husband Francis, 2nd Baron Norris of Rycote, and is residing
at the Kensington home of Sir Walter Cope
.
Letter dated 16 February 1622 from John Chamberlain to Sir Dudley
Carleton mentioning the suicide of Oxford's son-in-law,
Francis Norris, 1st Earl of Berkshire, and the return from sea
of Oxford's son and heir, Henry de Vere, 18th Earl of Oxford>>
----------------------------------------
Right...nothing specific about the portrait date of 1602.
.
Suggestions that it might be a wedding portrait of Anne More Donne:
----------------------------------------
Bridget married Francis, Lord Norris
(afterwards earl of Berkshire) in May or June 1599.
.........................................
February 2, 1602, John Donne wrote his father-in-law
George More concerning his unapproved marriage to Anne More.
When Donne was put under virtual house arrest for marrying
the girl, he used a diamond to write on a windowpane,
. *John DONNE, Anne DONNE, UNDONE* ."
----------------------------------------
Elizabeth writes:
>
>BACON: "Things DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE." Promus, 1593-95
>
>LADY MACBETh "What's DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE."
--------------------------------------------------
. The Taming of the Shrew Act 5, Scene 1
.
Tra. : Sir, what are you that offer to beate my seruant?
.
Vinc. : What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immor-
tall Goddes: oh fine villaine, a silken doublet, a vel-
uet hose, a *scarlet CLO-AKE, and a *COPATAINE* hat* :
*OH I AM VNDONE, I AM VNDONE* : while I plaie
the good husband at home, my sonne and
*my SERUANT spend all at the VnIUERSitie*
---------------------------------------------------
I had nEVER before been spoken to by a man in a *COPATAINE* hat.
Mr Shakespeare was tall and thin, and he wore that hat with
an air of great authority. He had also a quilted silken doublet,
goose-turd GREEN; grey velvet hose; and *A SCARLET CLOAK* .
NEVER believe those who tell you he was not a dandy.
---------------------------------------------------
. GOOD FREND FOR [IE]{SVS}' S[AKE]_F{OR}[BE]{ARE},
___ TO DIGG THE DV[ST] ___ EN[CLO]ASED [HE]{ARE}:
.
. BLESTE BE Ye MAN Yt SPA[RE]S THES STONES,
. AND CVRST BE HE Yt MO[VE]S MY BONES.
.
http://library.thinkquest.org/5175/images/grave1.jpg
.
___________ [IE] [AKE] [BE] [RE]
__________ [ST] [CLO] [HE] [VE]
.
in a manner highly reminiscent of Ben Jonson's
"two feet by two feet will do for all I *WANT* "
.....................................................
<<Sir Joseph realizes that Ralph should have been the Captain,
and the Captain should have been Ralph. He summons both, and they
emerge wearing one another's uniforms: Ralph is now middle-class,
and in command of the Pinafore, while the former Captain is now
a common sailor. Sir Joseph's marriage with Josephine is now
impossible. As he explains it, "love levels all ranks...to a
considerable extent, but it does not level them as much as that."
He gives her to now-Captain Rackstraw. The former Captain, with
his rank reduced, is free to marry Buttercup. Sir Joseph settles
for his cousin *HEBE* , and all ends in general rejoicing.>>
--------------------------------------------
Portrait miniature of an unknown woman from the City
http://preview.tinyurl.com/25rzew
.
<<Nicholas Hilliard was nEVER employed full-time by the monarchy,
so he was forced to set up his business in the City of London, much
like any other craftsman. He thus lived by erratic commissions rather
than being supported by the luxury of a steady pension. Many of
Hilliard's sitters were none the less from the social class that
centred on the court, and this miniature is a rare example of a
portrait of a person from the very different world of the city
merchants and their families. With her tall black hat, smocked
stomacher and APRON, this woman is typical of her class. Her dress
is enlivened not by elaborate jewellery but by means of naturalistic
touches in the form of roses and other flowers tucked into the
corners of her dress. From the gold ring, which hangs from a black
thread attached to a yellow knot at her breast, it is conceivable
that the portrait commemorates her marriage. The Latin inscription,
*VIDETUR ET VERE EST* , literally means *IT SEEMS AND TRULY IS* .
It could be her family motto, meaning something on the
lines of 'free from deception', but it could also imply
that this portrait is indeed an accurate likeness.>>
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______*VIDETUR ET VERE EST*
______*TUTTI DE VERE VERSE*
______*DE VERE SERVE TUTTI*
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John Donne Society's Online Forum
http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?forumID=60549&p=3&topicID=3143575
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Name: Dennis Flynn
Date: Mon Jun 6 12:46 PM, 2005
RE: OK let's talk about Anne More
.........................................
I've been looking at this portrait without really seeing
what it is for nearly ten years It's about time the TRUth
was known, and not just by me.
.
Still, I think you can figure it out for yourself
if I supply one or two hints:
1) What is the date of the portrait?
.
2) What hangs from the *MARIGOLD* pinned to the center of her bodice?
------------------------------------------------------
____ *MARIGOLD*: *NEVEN* (Serbo-Croatian)
.
"This riddle, Cuddy, if thou canst, explain ...
What flower is that which bears the Virgin's name,
The richest metal added to the same?"
. - Gay: Pastoral.
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"Peter Farey" <Peter.Fa...@prst17z1.demon.co.uk> wrote
.
<<The flower most associated with Marlowe is in fact
the *MARIGOLD*, as we discussed last January in your
thread "Did the Queen call Marlowe *MARIGOLD*?".
.
The reason for the choice of *MARIGOLDS* at the Dedication
Service in Westminster Abbey was that this flower appears
in a woodcut on the title page of the second 1598 edition
of *Hero and Leander*, as finished by George Chapman. It
had the motto *Ut Nectar Ingenium* - Genius is like nectar.
.
The insignia has two *MARIGOLDS* in fact. One wide open as
the flower is at midday, the other closed up as at night,
This particular quality of the *MARIGOLD* is, of course,
one that Shakespeare mentions in *Lucrece* (lines 397-9)
.
Her eyes like *MARIGOLDS* had sheathed their light,
And canopied in darkness sweetly lay
Till they might open to adorn the day.
.
and in Sonnet 25 (5-8)
.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the *MARIGOLD* at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.>>
.
For those who think it possible that Marlowe was not
killed in 1593, but banished in disgrace, there is
clearly a further symbolic relevance to this choice
of emblem.>>
---------------------------------------------------
Especially since Marlowe was killed during
a London partial solar eclipse: May 30, 1593 (Greg.)
http://www.eclipse.org.uk/eclipse/0211593/
.
. The Winter's Tale Act 4, Scene 4
.
PERDITA: The *MARIGOLD*, that goes to bed wi' the SUN
. And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
. Of middle summer, and I think they are given
. To men of middle age. You're VERy welcome.
.
. Act 4, Scene 1
.
MARINA: The purple violets, and *MARIGOLDS*,
. Shall as a carpet hang upon thy GRAVE,
. While summer-days do last.
------------------------------------------------------
<<How long did it take Drake to sail around the world?
.
The circumnavigation took three years, from 1577 to 1580. Originally,
the voyage was probably planned as a raid on Spanish ships and ports.
Five ships, manned by 164 seamen, left Plymouth, with Drake himself
sailing in the Pelican. Almost all the crew thought they were heading
for the Mediterranean. After reaching America, Drake was worried that
his ships might get separated from each other, so he gave orders for
two of them to be destroyed. Then the *MARIGOLD* was lost,
with all her crew, and the Elizabeth turned back and sailed home.
By October 1578, as the company started up the western coast
of South America, there were just 58 left, all on the Pelican.
Drake renamed his ship the *GOLDen Hind* .>>
...................................................
<<*MARIGOLD* is a name that signifies or is derived from:
"a sea of bitterness", "a rebelliousness", "a wished for child",
"loved". The *MARIGOLD* often has a pungent smell, though some
later varieties have been bred to be scentless. It is said to
deter common insect pests, as well as nematodes, and is hence
often used in companion planting. The petals are spicy
and are sometimes added to dishes as a garnish.
-----------------------------------------------------
L. M. Montgomery's novel _Magic for *MARIGOLD*_
..........................................
"'I was once afraid of Death. He was a foe then - now he is a lover.
Do you know *MARIGOLD* that it has been thirty years since any one
called me by my name? Do you know what my name is?'
.
'No-o,' admitted *MARIGOLD*. It was the first time
she EVER realised that Old Grandmother must have a name.
.
'My name is Edith. Do you know I have an odd fancy.
I want to hear some one call me that again. Just once.
Call me by my name, *MARIGOLD*.'
.
*MARIGOLD* gasped again. This was terrible. It was sacrilege.
Why, one might almost as well be expected to call God
by His name to His face." - Chapter V,4.
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Name: Gary Stringer
Date: Wed Jun 8 6:08 PM, 2005
RE: OK let's talk about Anne More
.........................................
Having a hard time getting this kick started, aren't we.
Let me just offer a couple of things and raise a question:
.
1. There must have been more than one young woman
. getting married in London in 1602.
.
2. This woman's hair doesn't seem bright enough to attract
any resurrected souls. At least not from very far away.
.
3. Her eyes don't seem bright enough to blind anyone, either,
though they might could weep a tear flood. Very soulful.
.
4. Donne's comment about Hilliard in "The Storm" indicates some
regard for the man-- I'd even venture so far as to say "admiration."
.
Is there anything particularly Donnean about the Latin motto?
Or is this more proof that Oxford wrote Shakespeare?
--------------------------------------------------
Name: Julia Guernsey-Shaw
Date: Thu Jun 9 12:23 AM, 2005
RE: OK let's talk about Anne More
.........................................
Did Anne More Donne actually wear her ring by a black thread.
Or is this a symbol within the picture--say of the marriage
itself (if it's Donne's to More) hanging by a thread?
A black thread, no less . . .
.
The intersection of "is" and "seems" does sound somewhat
like the idealized woman of a poem like "The DREAMe" :
.........................................
DEARE love, for nothing lesse then thee
Would I have broke this happy DREAMe,
. It was a theame
For reason, much too strong for phantasie,
Therefore thou wakd'st me WISEly; yet
My DREAMe thou brok'st not, but continued'st it,
*Thou Art so TRUTH* , that thoughts of thee suffice,
*To make DREAMes TRUTHS ; and fables histories* ;
Enter these armes, for since thou thoughtst it best,
Not to DREAMe all my DREAMe, let's act the rest.
.
As lightning, or a Tapers light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise wak'd mee;
. Yet I thought thee
(For thou lovest *TRUTH* ) an Angell, at first sight,
But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an Angels art,
When thou knew'st what I DREAMt, when thou knew'st when
Excesse of JOY would wake me, and cam'st then,
I must confesse, it could not chuse but bee
Prophane, to thinke thee any thing but thee.
.
Comming and staying show'd thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now,
. Thou art not thou.
That love is weake, where feare's as strong as hee;
'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave,
If mixture it of Feare, Shame, Honor, have.
Perchance as torches which must ready bee,
Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with mee,
Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; Then I
Will DREAMe that hope againe, but else would die.
---------------------------------------------------
Name: J. "Jackie" Whipple Walker
Date: Thu Jun 9 12:52 AM, 2005
RE: OK let's talk about Anne More
.........................................
I agree with Julia, because of the nature of a portrait,
we can't assume that the ring around the neck is anything
but "better to see"--plus, it could be purely an artistic device.
.
As for the Latin--It looks like "Videtue et vere est" on the image.
Is that correct? or are my eyes failing me? *VIDETUR ET VERE EST*-
-would be "She seemed and TRUely she is"--the passive indicative
form of "video" and the active indicative "est" lead us
to read the absence and presence, simultaneously.
She *SEEMS* would be "videt"--simple active indicative.
.
What do we really know about Anne?
--------------------------------------------------
Name: Tom Cain
Date: Mon Jun 13 2:08 PM, 2005
RE: OK let's keep talking about Anne More
.........................................
<<I agree that the ring probably commemorates a marriage in 1602,
but as the V&A description says, the sitter is on the face of
it more likely to be the wife of a tradesman than daughter of
a very wealthy gent. The motto *VIDETUR ET VERE EST*: I don't
know if there's a connection with the More or Donne families?
If anything, it might point to one of the Veres, who did pun
on the name, though I can't remember how. The date: as far as I know,
nobody has done any research on whether Hilliard used Lady Day as
the start of the year. Anyway, you cd still argue that the miniature
was painted after the decree legalising the marriage in April 1602.
But Donne was heavily in debt by then, and Hilliard charged £3
for a miniature, quite a large sum for a man in Donne's position.
Unless he blew part of the £100 from Egerton in July? It would
be good to hear that there was more to it than date and ring?>>
--------------------------------------------------------
Name: Colleen Gillis
.
Date: Sun Jun 19 6:35 PM, 2005
RE: OK let's keep talking about Anne More
.........................................
<<Brass tacks
.
There is a span of approximately 4 months where Donne & More are apart
from each other after taking their secret vows The first couple of
months of marriage are spent apart but in secret Let's refer to this
as the elopement phase When their marriage is made public, they are
still physically separated from each other but the future of their
marriage is clearly in question There is some question as to the
'validity' of their marriage; there's a suggestion that Anne's father
is attempting to have the marriage annulled due to the fact that
there is a breach of canon law This juncture in their marriage
history seems most precarious? It isn't until the end of
April 1602 that the final judgment on marriage is documented.
.
Given what we know of Donne and More's marriage history,
the pertinent year of 1602, the image of a suspended ring
and the phrase *VIDETUR ET VERE EST*, I think Dennis has
a legitimate and compelling argument for insisting the
miniature is Anne More Donne There is certainly enough
time to produce a portrait miniature, as well as, a motive.
.
What about portraiture? "The portrait is the skinny"
.
Dennis, you describe the quality of portraiture as, 'mysteriously
consTRUcted to signify certain things about the sitter and the
sitter's situation in life at a point in time,' yet this portrait
is also precious Let's expand the quality of portraiture and
its significance by looking at the implications of the miniature.
The miniature, unlike other portraiture, provides a unique purpose.
The humble scale of a miniature can be held in ones hand or kept
in ones breast pocket; a continual reminder of a loved one in
their absence The miniature has the ability to occupy the very
intimate space of the bearer, which other types of portraiture
cannot share. The miniature is 'sentimental' by nature
and holds a different kind of value.
.
If the miniature is Anne More Donne, then I can imagine two scenarios
for its commission. Either the portrait was commissioned during the
elopement phase of Donne and More's marriage or shortly after the
marriage was made public In either scenario, I can't help but think
that More acted alone in its procurement Aside from having means
to support such an endeavor, Anne's situation in life is
certainly credit to her having conceived such a notion.
.
The elopement phase of Donne and More's marriage is suspect for the
inception of the portrait because the marriage is in a state of
"limbo," if you will As you said Dennis, 'the ring is suspended,'
and by no more than a string! There is no question that Donne &
More are married to each other; howEVER, marriage is more than
the commitment between two people, it is a social consTRUct and
therefore isn't considered 'legitimate' without familial/public
support. In this sense, the marriage isn't 'official' and the
marriage is suspended In other words, it is left hanging.
This stage of their marriage supports the year and symbolism
of the portrait but I don't see a strong case for producing
something as precious as a miniature at this stage of the drama.
.
On the other hand, if the miniature was commissioned during the very
public phase of Donne and More's separation, which I suspect it was,
then the sentiment of the portrait as 'miniature' has a very different
meaning and motivation. The marriage is 'suspended' but does that
mean permanently 'suspended' as in dismissed' Maybe Anne's greatest
fear was that the marriage would be annulled A portrait miniature
could serve as a way of immortalizing the moment in the event the
marriage was not to be? Maybe she was preparing the portrait
as a keepsake and she wanted to say in a portrait, what
Donne would say many years later in one of his Elegies:
.
Here take my picture; though I bid farewell;
.
Thine in my heart, where my soule dwels, shall dwell.
.
If this be the case, then I suspect the miniature was nEVER given
to Donne because the marriage was not dismissed and the sentiment
was no longer appropriate Maybe Anne sold the miniature and
that's why it is hanging in the V&A Museum, 'sitter unknown.'
.
WhatEVER the case, I think *IT SEEMS AND TRULY IS* .
.
One last comment, I don't know if anybody noticed this but the
'V' in Videtur starts its italic with what looks like - infinity.>>
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Alan H. Nelson wrote:
.
<<Oxford's first wife, Anne, died at the queen's palace at Greenwich
on 5 June 1588, and was buried in state at Westminster Abbey on
25 June. Numerous elegies are preserved in the British Library.
Though she was well educated and is even said by Sturmius to have
spoken Latin, the four epitaphs written after her son died at birth
in May 1583, and attributed to Anne by John Southern in his Pandora
of 1584, were in fact translations (doubtless by Southern himself)
from the French poetry of Desportes. Anne's other children were:
.
Elizabeth Vere, born 2 July 1575, who married William Stanley,
. earl of Derby, at Greenwich on 26 January 1594
. and died at Richmond on 10 March 1627;
.
. Bridget, born 6 April 1584, who married Francis,
Lord Norris (afterwards earl of Berkshire) in May or June 1599;
.
Susan, born 26 May 1587, who married Philip Herbert, earl
of Montgomery on Dec. 27, 1605 , and died in 1628 or 1629.
.
Oxford's 2d wife, Elizabeth, buried at Hackney on 3 January 1613.
.
The illegitimate son of the earl & Anne Vavasour, Edward Vere,
distinguished himself as a soldier & died on 18 August 1629.>>
.
http://home.eol.ca/~cumulus/Shakespeare/ch35.htm
----------------------------------------------------------
. A Few Curiosities Regarding Edward de Vere
. and the Writer Who Called Himself Shakespeare
http://www.dEVERestudies.org/articles/oxford_shakespeare.cfm
. by Mark Alexander and Prof. Daniel Wright
Copyright 2005 - Shakespeare Authorship Studies Conference
.
<<The three dedicatees of Shakespeare's works
(the earls of Southampton, Montgomery & Pembroke)
were each proposed as husbands for the three daughters
of Edward de Vere. (Venus & Adonis and The Rape
of Lucrece were dedicated to Southampton and
the First Folio of Shakespeare's plays was dedicated to
Montgomery & Pembroke.) Southampton declined the hand
.
of Elizabeth Vere to marry
__ Elizabeth Vernon(e)
.
(Elizabeth Vere later married William Stanley, the 6th earl
of Derby, himself a man of the theatre); Montgomery married
Oxford's daughter, Susan, in 1604; & Bridget Vere, proposed
by her prospective father-in-law, the earl of Pembroke,
as a bride for his son, married Lord Norris.>>
------------------------------------------------------------
<<Bridget's husband was the 20 year old aspiring politician
Francis Norris, a hothead who would years later fight a
duel with Peregrine Bertie junior *upon an old RECKONING*
The de Vere-Norris was an understated affair due to
the recent passing of Lord Burghley. Soon after saying
"I do" Norris raced off to the continent
leaving his blushing bride behind.
.
On June 18, de Vere transferred custody of the forest of Essex
to his son-in-law Lord Norris and his cousin Sir Francis Vere.>>
. - Mark Anderson _Shakespeare by Another Name_
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Art Neuendorffer