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Looking more narrow, by the fire's flame
I spied his quiver hanging by his back;

Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame,
I would have gone, for fear of farther wrack,

But what I drad did me poor wretch betide:

For forth he drew an arrow from his side.

He pierc'd the quick, and I began to start;

A pleasing wound, but that it was too high; His shaft procured a sharp, yet sugar'd smart;

Away he flew: for why, his wings were dry: But left the arrow sticking in my breast, That sore I griev'd, I welcom'd such a guest.

Philomela's Ode that she sung in hef Arbour.

[From the " Lady Fitzwater's Nightingale," 1815.]

Sitting by a river's side,
Where a silent stream did glide,
Muse I did of many things
That the mind in quiet brings.
I 'gan think how some men deem
Gold their God: and some esteem
Honour is the chief content
That to man in lite is lent.
And some others do contend,
Quiet none like to a friend.

Others hold, there re no wealth
Compared to a perfect health.
Some man's mind in quiet stands
When he is lord of many lands.
But I did sigh, and said, all this
Was but a shade of perfect bliss:
And in ray thoughts 1 did approve
Nought so sweet as is true love.
Love 'twixt lovers passeth these,
When mouth kisseth, and heart 'grees:
With amis folded, and lips meeting,
Each soul another sweetly greeting!
For by the breath the soul fleeteth,
And soul with soul in kissing meeteth.
If love be so sweet a thing
That such happy bliss doth bring,
Happy is love's sugar'd thrall;
But unhappy maidens all,
Who esteem your virgin's blisses
Sweeter than a wife's sweet kisses.
No such quiet to the mind
As true love, with kisses kind.
But, if a kiss prove unchaste,
Then is true love quite disgrac'd.
Thou love be sweet, learn this of me,
No love sweet but honesty!

Doron's Description of Samela.

[From Groeee's " Acadia," lfllo, 4to.; also in" England's Helicon."]

Like to Diana in her summer-weed,

Girt with a crimson robe of brightest die,
Goes fair Samela;
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed,
When, wash'd by Arethusa, faint they lie,
Is fair Samela.

As fair Aurora in her morning gray,

Deck'd with the ruddy glister of her love,
Is fair Samela;
Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day,

When as her brightness Neptune's fancies move,
Shines fair Samela.

Mcr tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams,
Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are Ivory
Of fair Samela;
Her cheeks like rose and lijy yield forth gleams,
Her brows' bright arches fram'd of ebony;
Thus fair Samela

Passeth fair Venus in her bravest* hue,
And Juno in the shew of majesty;
For she's Samela;
Pallas in wit: all three, if you well view
For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity,
Yield to Samela.

* Eng, Helicon,'' brightest."


An English Jesuit, was born in 1560, and executed at Tyburn in 1595. His poems, all of which are on moral or religious subjects, are far from deserving the neglect which they have experienced. It is remarkable, that the few copies of his works which are now known to exist, are the remnant of at least twenty-four different editions, of which eleven were printed between 1503 and 1600. The besj account of this writer is to be found in the Gentleman's Magazine, for November, 1J98.

Times go by turns.

I He lopped tree in lime may grow again,
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;

The sorriest wight may find release of pain,

The driest soil suck in some moistening shower:

Time goejs by turns, arid chances change by course,

from foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow; .

She draws her favours to the lowest ebb: Her tides have equal times to come and go;

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web:

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