As from a tree we sundry times espy A twissell grow by nature's subtle might, For one are taʼen, and so appear in sight: O! where is now become that blessed lake Then should our limbs with lovely link be tied, I would not strive, I would not stir a whit, • Double fruit. • Together. But, well content to be hermaphrodite, Would cling as close to thee as e'er I might: And laugh to think my hap so good to be, As in such sort fast to be link'd to thee. The assured promise of a constant Lover. And golden virtue friend to vice; Then will I false, and not before. "Till all these monsters come to pass, I am Timetus, as I was. • Mates. My love, as long as life shall last, A lover, and a friend to thee. SIR EDWARD DYER, A poet whose lot has been rather singular. His name is generally coupled with that of Sir Philip Sidney, and of the most fashionable writers of the age; and yet Bolton, though almost a contemporary critic, professes "not to "have seen much of his poetry." Though a knight, in a reign when knighthood was nobility, the time of his birth is unknown. Of six pieces, preserved in England's Helicon, only half of one, appeared worth transcribing, as a specimen of his style. TO PHILLIS THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS. My Phillis hath the morning sun, At first to look upon her; And Phillis hath morn-waking birds, My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flow'rs, That leaps since she doth own them. 1 |