THOMAS HAY, A CELEBRATED poet and historian, born about 1596, in Sussex, of a worshipful but decayed family, says Fuller: bred fellow-commoner in Sidney College, Cambridge, and afterwards resident in Westminster and about the court. He died suddenly in 1652, and lies buried in Westminster Abbey. See his character in Lord Clarendon's History. His English version of Lucan's Pharsalia, and his Latin Supplement to the same, have been much esteemed. He translated also Virgil's Georgics, (1628, small 12mo,) and selected epigrams of Martial (1629, small 12mo): besides which he wrote metrical histories of Henry II. (1633, 12mo,) and Edward III. (1635, 12mo,) a History of the Parliament, in prose, both Latin and English, and five plays. SONG. [From "The Old Couple," 1658, 4to.] DEAR, do not your fair beauty wrong, Your cherry lip, red, soft, and sweet, PATRICK HANNAY APPEARS to have served in a military capacity under Sir Andrew Gray, Knt., a colonel of foot, and general of artillery to the King of Bohemia. His "Happy Husband, with a Wife's Behaviour after Marriage," was printed in 1619, and again, with " Philomela, the Nightingale," "Sheretine and Mariana," "Elegies," "Songs and Sonnets," in 1622. These productions he describes to be the "fruit of some hours he with the Muses spent." SONG. Amantium ira amoris redintegratio est. CELIA jealous, lest I did In my heart affect another, Me her company forbid. Women cannot passion smother. The dearer love, the more disdain, I vow'd (in anger) to abstain. She found her fault, and me invited. I came with intent to chide her, 'Cause she had true love abus'd, Resolved never to abide her: Yet, her fault she so excus'd, As it did me more entangle; Telling "True love must have fears.". They ne'er lov'd that ne'er did wrangle; Lovers' jars but love endears. 66 SONG. SERVANT, farewell!"-Is this my hire? Do my deserts no more require? No! do not think to cheat me so; I will have more yet ere you go. Thy lov'd idea I'll arrest, * Nor think it ever shall part thence, * [Extracted from "Philomela."] THE maple with a scarry skin The trembling ill Of tongues of womankind, Which never rest, But still are prest To wave with every wind. JOHN HAGTHORPE. A SMALL Volume of his poems, consisting of " Divine Meditations and Elegies," was published in 1622, and in the next year a second collection, which he calls "Visiones Rerum, the Visions of Things.” All of these bear testimony to his learning and piety, but his subjects were too sublime for his genius. Of the anecdotes of his life I know nothing. On Time. TIME! I ever must complain Of thy craft and cruel cunning; Seeming fix'd here to remain, When thy feet are ever running: Still resumes Courses new, repose most shunning. Like calm winds thou passest by us; |