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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 1604. Breton was probably born about 1555, because his second production, "The Works of a "YoungWit," from which two of the following specimens were selected, was published in 1577.
In p. 321 of the new edition of " Theatrum Poetarum," ij 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,
Against my will, God knows, to go
And, in the stead of sweet delight,
To reap the fruits of foul despite:
As it hath been a custom long
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;
My foes, again, the contrary:
That I must spend in misery:
But, now my wishes thus are done,
I must begin to bid farewell: With friends and foes I have begun,
And therefore, now I cannot tell
First, place of worldly Paradise,
For froward Fortune me denies
I must go live, I wot not where,
Nor how to live when I come there.
And next, adieu you gallant dames,
Untoward Fortune now so frames,
And, in your stead, against my will,
I must go live with country Jill.
Now next, my gallant youths farewell;
My lads that oft have cheer'd my heart i My grief of mind no tongue can tell,
To think that I must from you part.
And now farewell thou gallant lute,
Recorder, citern, harp, and flute,
And heavenly descants on sweet grounds;
I now must leave you all indeed,
And make some music on a reed!
And now you stately stamping steeds,
My heavy heart for sorrow bleeds,
And on a strawen pannel sit,
And ride some country carting tit!
And now farewell both spear and shield,
Caliver, pistol, arquebus,
To think that I must leave you thus;
And you farewell, all gallant games,
Primero, and Imperial,
To pass away the time withal:
And now farewell each dainty dish,
Farewell, I say, fine flesh and fish,
I now, alas, must leave all these,
And make good cheer with bread and cheese!
And now, all orders, due farewell!
My table laid when it was noon;
My dainty dinners all are done:
And farewell all gay garments now,
Like Robin Hood, I wot not how,
Clad in a coat of green or grey,
And glad to get it if I may.
What shall I say, but bid adieu
In place where pleasure never grew,
I must, ah me! wretch as I may,
Go sing the song of welaway!
[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,
A troop of dames in brave attire addrest.—
Now 'gan I guess, by outward countenance,