Where conscience judgeth plainly, O happy who thus liveth, To keep him from the cold. [At an annual Triumph, held in honour of Queen Elizabeth, Nov. 17, 1590, in the Tilt-yard, Westminster, the following verses were pronounced and sung by M. Hales, her Majesty's servant, a gentleman in that arte excellent, and for his voice both commendable and admirable. Segar's Honour, Civil and Military, c. 54.] My golden locks time hath to silver turn'd, My helmet now shall make an hive for bees, A man at arms must now sit on his knees, And when I sadly sit in homely cell, I'll teach my swains this carol for a song: "Blest be the hearts that think my sovereign well, "Curs'd be the souls that think to do her wrong." Goddess! vouchsafe this aged man his right, To be your bondsman now, that was your knight. THE PRAISE OF AMARGANA. [From England's Helicon.] THE sun, the season, in each thing Hath put to flight the winter keen, The paths where Amargana treads, The groves put on their rich array, The silent river stays his course, The woods at her fair sight rejoice, Great Pan, our god, for her dear sake, And every swain his chance doth prove, To win fair Armagana's love; In sporting strifes, quite void of spleen, To glad our lovely summer queen. All happiness let heav'n her lend, THE silly swain, whose-love breeds discontent, But when his fortune's malice doth relent, Then Tityrus, whom love hath happy made, Yet did love at last relieve him. END OF VOL. II. Printed by W. Bulmer and Co. VOL. II. Bb |