Song of Anarchus. KNow then, my brethren, heaven is clear, The righteous now shall flourish, and Good days are coming on: Come then, my brethren, and be glad, And eke rejoice with me; Lawn sleeves and rochets shall go down, And hey! then up go we! We'll break the windows which the whore Of Babylon hath painted, And when the popish saints are down, Then Barrow shall be sainted. There's neither cross nor crucifix Shall stand for men to see; Rome's trash and trumperies shall go down, And hey! then up go we! * We'll down with all the 'Varsities, The language of the beast. We'll drive the doctors out of doors, And arts, whate'er they be; We'll cry both arts and learning down, * VOL. III. I If once that Anti-Christian crew Be crush'd and overthrown, We'll teach the nobles how to crouch, And turn to pride we see ; We'll therefore cry good manners down, The name of lord shall be abhorr'd, No reason why, in church, or state, We'll make the wanton sisters stoop, Our coblers shall translate their souls We'll crush and fling the marriage ring Into the Roman see; We'll ask no bands, but e'en clap hands, And hey! then up go we! GEORGE HERBERT, THIRD brother of the celebrated Lord Herbert of Cherbury, was born in 1593. Nature seems to have intended him for a knight-errant, but disappointed ambition made him a saint. Walton tells us that no less than ten thousand copies of his poems were sold; a circumstance which proves the religious zeal, much more than the good taste,! of his contemporaries. There is less reason to wonder at the popularity of his "Priest to the Temple, or the Country Parson, his Character, and Rule of Holy Life," 1652, 12mo, in prose, a work of unpretending practical utility, exhibiting the duties and employments of a character never to be mentioned without respect, that of a conscientious clergyman residing in his parish. He was fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge, and orator of the University; and (because not desiring, says Fuller,) had no higher preferment than the benefice of Bemerton, near Salisbury, and the prebend of Leighton, in the cathedral of Lincoln; at the former of which he built a parsonage, and at the latter a church. He died in 1632-3. LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time did beckon to the flowers, and they And wither'd in my hand. heart; My hand was next to them, and then my Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Yet sugaring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flowers! sweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye liv'd, for smell and ornament, And after death for cures. I follow straight, without complaints or grief, It be as short as yours. IZAAC WALTON. THIS author was born at Stafford in 1593. He was by trade a sempster, in Chancery-lane, but in 1643 quitted London, finding it dangerous to remain there any longer, and lived sometimes at his native place, though chiefly in the families of eminent clergymen," of whom," says Wood, "he was much beloved.” He died at Winchester in 1683, at the house of his son-in-law Dr. William Hawkins, one of the prebendaries. He is justly celebrated for his biographical pieces, and has described the characters of Sir H. Wotton, Bishop Sanderson, Donne, Hooker, and George Herbert, with a degree of minuteness which he alone could render interesting. But he is principally known by his "Complete Angler;" a truly original treatise on the theory of an art, from which the invincible patience of some men is able to extract amusement. The Angler's Wish. I IN these flowery meads would be; Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love. Or on that bank feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty, please my mind. |