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A pair of buskins they did bring,
Of the cow-lady's coral wing,
Powder'd o'er with spots of jet,
And lin'd with purple violet.
His belt was made of myrtle leaves,
Plaited in small curious threaves,
Beset with amber cowslip studs,
And fring'd about with daisy buds;
In which his bugle horn was hung,
Made of the babbling Echo's tongue;
Which, set unto his moon-burn'd lip,
He winds, and then his fairies skip.
At that the lazy dawn 'gan sound,
And each did trip a fairy round.

VOL. III.

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THOMAS FLATMAN,

A MISERABLE imitator of Cowley, was born about 1635, educated at Winchester School, and New College, Oxford, and becoming afterwards a barrister of the Inner Temple, neglected the law to pursue his inclination to painting and poetry. "Some of his tasteless contemporaries," says Mr. Granger, “thought him equally excellent in both; but one of his heads is worth a ream of his pindarics, I had almost said, all the pindarics written in this reign. He really excelled as an artist: a man must want an ear for harmony, that can admire his poetry, and even want eyes that can cease to admire his painting." Notwithstanding, the Duke of Ormond was so pleased with Flatman's ode on the death of his son, the Earl of Ossory, that he sent him a diamond ring worth 100%.; and Phillips, by no means an indiscriminate panegyrist, commends his ingenuity in poetry as well as painting. The first edition of his poems appeared in 1674, the fourth in 1682. death took place in 1688. Vide Walpole's Anecdotes of Painting in England.

His

"This person," says Wood, (Ath. ii. 826) “was in his younger days much against marriage, and made a song describing the cumbrances of it, beginning thus—

"Like a dog with a bottle tied close to his tail;

Like a tory in a bog, or a thief in a jail," &c.

But being afterwards smitten with a fair virgin, and more with her fortune, did espouse her, 26th Nov. 1672; whereupon his ingenious comrades did serenade him that night, while he was in the embraces of his mistress, with the said song.

Of the three following extracts, the first is in the best

style of his poetry; the second a specimen of his wit; and the third is remarkable from its having been imitated by Mr. Pope in his ode of "The Dying Christian."

SONG.

The Renegado.

REMOV'D from fair Urania's eyes
Into a village far away,

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Fond Astrophil began to say;

Thy charms, Urania, I despise !

Go, bid some other shepherd for thee die
That never understood thy tyranny!"

Return'd at length the amorous swain,
Soon as he saw his deity,

Ador'd again and bow'd his knee,
Became her slave, and wore her chain.
The needle thus, that motionless did lie,
Trembles and moves when the lov'd loadstone's nigh.

Batchelor's Song.

[Second Part.]

How happy a thing were a wedding,

And a bedding,

If a man might purchase a wife

For a twelvemonth and a day :

But to live with her all a man's life,

For ever and for aye;

Till she grow as grey as a cat,—

Good faith, Mr. Parson, I thank you for that.

A Thought of Death.

[From 20 lines.]

WHEN on my sick bed I languish,
Full of sorrow, full of anguish ;
Fainting, gasping, trembling, crying,
Panting, groaning, speechless, dying,-

Methinks I hear some gentle spirit say,
Be not fearful, come away!

SIR CHARLES SEDLEY,

SON of Sir John Sedley, of Aylesford in Kent, Bart., was born about 1639, entered at Wadham College, Oxford, 1656, where he spent only a short time, lived in retirement during Cromwell's usurpation, and coming to court after the Restoration, soon distinguished himself by superior wit and debauchery amongst the witty and profligate companions of Charles II. His conduct in parliament showed that he possessed in an equal degree the talents necessary for serious business. He was the author of six plays, and of a volume of poems, and died in 1701.

See a more particular account in the Biographia Dramatica.

SONG.

PHILLIS, let's shun the common fate,
And let our love ne'er turn to hate.
I'll doat no longer than I can,
Without being call'd a faithless man.
When we begin to want discourse,
And kindness seems to taste of force,
As freely as we met we'll part;
Each one possess'd of their own heart.
Thus, whilst rash fools themselves undo,
We'll game, and give off savers too.
So equally the match we'll make,
Both shall be glad to draw the stake:

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