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JOHN COLLOP.

His productions were printed by himself, with the arrogant title of "Poesis Redeviva: or POESIE REVIV'D," 1656, 12mo. How far this rhyming physician promoted the revival of the Muses, will best appear by the following specimen.

On a retired Lady.

SPRING of beauty, mine of pleasure,
Why so like a miser treasure?

Or a richer jewel set

In a viler cabinet?

Virtue and vice

Know but one price;

Seem both allied;

Ne'er distinguish'd if ne'er tried.

The Sun's as fair, as bright as you,
And yet expos'd to public view;
Who, if envious grown, or proud,
He masks his beauty in a cloud,

The Wind and Rain
Him back again

In sighs and tears

Woo, till smiling he appears.

Ceruse or Stibium can prevail,

No art repairs where age makes fail.
Then, Euphormia, be not still

A prisoner to a fonder will;
Nor let's in vain

Thus Nature blame,

'Cause she confines

To barren grounds the richer mines.

SIR JOHN MENNIS, AND JAMES SMITH.

THESE gentlemen were joint authors of a 12mo volume, twice published, in 1655 and 1656, under the title of "Musarum Delicia," from whence the subsequent fanciful little poem is extracted.

The former was born in 1598, and died in 1670. Having studied at Corpus Christi College, Oxford, for some years, he became equally remarkable for the versatility of his talents, and the variety of his occupations. We find him successively a militia officer, commander of a troop of horse, captain of a ship, vice admiral, governor of Dover castle, and chief comptroller of the navy. Besides being a great traveller, and singularly well-versed in marine affairs and ship-building, Wood tells us he was an honest and stout man, generous and religious, and well skilled in physic and chemistry." To complete all, he was "poetically given," and is said not only to have assisted Suckling in his compositions, but to have ridiculed him and his runaway troop in a well-known ballad. (Vide Percy, vol. ii. p. 327, 4th edit.)

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Smith was born about 1604, educated at Christ Church and Lincoln Colleges, in Oxford; afterwards naval and military chaplain to H. Earl of Holland, and domestic chaplain to Tho. Earl of Cleveland; and amongst other preferments, on his majesty's return, became canon and chauntor in Exeter cathedral. In 1661 he was created D.D. and died in 1667.

Wood informs us he was much in esteem "with the poetical wits of that time, particularly with Philip Massinger, who call'd him his son."

In "Wit restored," a miscellany already quoted, many of his pieces are to be met with.

King Oberon's Apparel.

[From 78 lines.]

WHEN the monthly-horned queen

Grew jealous that the stars had seen
Her rising from Endymion's arms,

In

rage

she throws her misty charms

Into the bosom of the night,
To dim their curious prying light.

Then did the dwarfish fairy elves
(Having first attir'd themselves)
Prepare to dress their Oberon king
In highest robes for revelling:
In a cob-web shirt, more thin
Than ever spider since could spin,
Bleach'd by the whiteness of the snow,
As the stormy winds did blow
It in the vast and freezing air:
No shirt half so fine, so fair.

A rich waistcoat they did bring
Made of the trout-fly's gilded wing.

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The outside of his doublet was

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Made of the four-leav'd true-love grass

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On every seam there was a lace

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Drawn by the unctuous snail's slow trace;

To it the purest silver thread Compar'd did look like dull pale lead. Each button was a sparkling eye Ta'en from the speckled adder's fry, Which in a gloomy night and dark Twinkled like a fiery spark:

And, for coolness, next his skin,

'Twas with white poppy lin'd within.

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A rich mantle he did wear
Made of tinsel gossamer,
Be-starred over with a few
Diamond drops of morning dew.

His cap was all of ladies'-love: So passing light, that it did move, If any humming gnat or fly But buzz'd the air in passing by. About it was a wreath of pearl, Dropp'd from the eyes of some poor girl Pinch'd because she had forgot

To leave fair water in the pot.

And, for feather, he did wear

Old Nisus' fatal purple hair.

The sword they girded on his thigh.

Was smallest blade of finest rye.

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