NICHOLAS BRETON, A poet of whose life no anecdotes remain, unless he be pointed out in a passage transcribed by the late Mr. Steevens from "Bridges's Northamptonshire, p. 81." This states, that a person of this name, son to Capt. John Breton of Tamworth, in Staffordshire, after serving in the Lowcountries, under Dudley earl of Leicester, retired to an estate which he had purchased at Norton, in Northamptonshire, where he died in 1624. Breton was probably born about 1555, because his second production, "The Works of a "Young Wit," from which two of the following specimens were selected, was published in 1577. In p. 321 of the new edition of "Theatrum Poetarum," is contained the epitaph of another Nicholas Breton, who died on the 4th of June, 1658. For the most complete catalogue known of his numerous performances, see Ritson's "Bibliographia Poetica." A Farewell to Town. SINCE Secret Spite hath sworn my wo, As it hath been a custom long To bid farewell when men depart, So will I sing this solemn song Farewell, to some, with all my heart: But those my friends but to my foes I wish a nettle in their nose. I wish my friends their hearts' content; But, now my wishes thus are done, First, place of worldly Paradise, And next, adieu you gallant dames, That I am banish'd from your sight, Now next, my gallant youths farewell; To think that I must from you part. And now farewell thou gallant lute, And heavenly descants on sweet grounds; I now must leave you all indeed, And now you stately stamping steeds, To think that I must part with you: And on a strawen pannel sit, And ride some country carting tit! And now farewell both spear and shield, See, see, what sighs my heart doth yield And take in hand a ditching spade! And you farewell, all gallant games, Wherewith I us'd, with courtly dames, And now farewell each dainty dish, To please this dainty mouth of mine! And make good cheer with bread and cheese! And now, all orders, due farewell! My table laid when it was noon; My heavy heart it irks to tell My dainty dinners all are done : With leeks and onions, whig and whey, I must content me as I may. And farewell all gay garments now, I must go range in woodman's wise; What shall I say, but bid adieu [From the same.] Not long ago, as I at supper sat, Whereas indeed I had exceeding cheer, In order serv'd, with store of this and that, With flaggons fill'd with wine, and ale, and beer, I did behold, that well set out the rest, Now 'gan I guess, by outward countenance, |