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All is but feigned, and with oker dy'd
That every shower will wash and wipe away;
All things do change that under heaven abide, And after death all friendship doth decay: Therefore, whatever man bear'st worldly sway,
Living, on God and on thyself rely;
For, when thou diest, all shall with thee die.
Was bom in the wilds of Kent, about 1553, became a student in Magdalen College, Oxford, 1569, was afterwards a demy, took the degrees of B. A. and M. A. and is supposed to have died about 1600. That he possessed considerable talents for poetry the following specimens will testify; but he is said to have gained the admiration of Queen Elizabeth's court, by the invention of a new English, a model of which he exhibited in two prose works called " Euphues "and his England," &c. London, 1580, and " Euphues: "the Anatomy of Wit," &c. 1581. It is to be supposed that this strange and barbarous jargon, the obscurity of which no human intellect is able to pierce, was adopted by the fashionable beauties of that virgin-court for the purpose of shielding their virtue from the addresses of importunate ignorance.
Lylie wrote nine plays, six of which were republished, with the following songs, by Blount, in 1632, IE mo. under the title of" Sixe Court Comedies, often presented and acted "before Queene Elizabeth by the children of her Majestie's "chappell and the children of Paules: written by the "onely rare poet of that time, the witie, comicall, fa"cetiously-quicke, and unparallel'd John Lylie, Master "of Arts."
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"HAT bird so sings, yet so does wail?
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Jug, jug,—jug, jug,—tereu, she cries,
Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear 1
Hark, hark! with what a pretty throat
[From the same.]
Gr. Oh for a bowl of fat Canary,
Rich Palermo, sparkling sherry,
Oh these draughts would make us merry!
Ps. Oh for a wenoh (I deal in faces
M. Oh for a plump fat leg of mutton,
Veal, lamb, capon, pig, and coney;
None is happy but a glutton,
None an ass but who wants money.
Wines indeed, and girls are good,
Cupid and Campaspe.
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows:
Loses them too: then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the chrystal of his brow,
And then, the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes:
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me!
O Yes! O yes! if any maid
O yes! O yes! has any lost
A heart which many a sigh hath cost?
Is any cozen'd of a tear
Which, as a pearl, Disdain does wear?
Here stands the thief; let her but coma
Hither, and lay on him her doom!
Is any one undone by fire,
And turn'd to ashes through desire?
Did ever any lady weep,
Being cheated of her golden sleep,
Stol'n by sick thoughts? the pirate's found,
And in her tears he shall be drown'd.
Read his indictment: let him hear