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The reaped harvest of the light,
Sighs, his alarms,
Come Night, and lay thy velvet hand
On glorious Day's out-facing face;
For torches to our nuptial grace.
No need have we of factious Day,'
To cast, in envy of thy peace,
Her beauty's day doth never cease.
The evening star I see:
Rise, youths, the evening star Helps Love to summon War,
Both now embracing be!
Rise youths! Love's rite claims more than banquets,
rise! Now the bright marigolds that decks the skies,
Phoebus' celestial flowers, that (contrary
The time of this author's birth is unknown, but it may probably be placed about 1558; which supposes him to have published his first work at the age of 25. He is said to have been an attorney of the Common Pleas, and to have '-died in 1608-9, at Amwell, in Hertfordshire, " a man of good "years, and of honest reputation."
His first work was in prose, and entitled" Syrinx, a sevenfold history," &c. licensed in 1584, and he is said to have been a translator of Plautus; but his principal work was "Albion's England," first printed in 1586, and six time* afterwards. The last edition, (in 1612) has the " Continu"ance," by the same author annexed, which was printed separately In 1606.
The astonishing popularity of this poem, which by Warner's contemporaries was even preferred to their favourite "Mirror for Magistrates," is a proof that he possessed the most valuable talent of a poet, that of amusing and interesting his readers. Thi s he effected partly by means of numerous episodes, which are always lively though not always to the purpose, and partly by means of a style which, at the time, was thought highly elegant, and which certainly possesses the merit of uncommon ease and simplicity.
Two of his most striking episodes, viz. " Argentile and "Curan," and " the Patient Countess," have already appeared in " the Muses' Library," and in the " Reliques "of Ancient English Poetry." Another, the " Romance of "Sir J. Mandeville," is too long for insertion in a miscellany, but perhaps the following may have a chance of pleasing from their singularity. The two long lines of 14 syllables of the original, are here divided into four short line stanzas.
The Legend of St. Christopher.
J. Here was a man of stature big,
And big withal in mind; For serve he would, yet one than whom
He greater none might find.
He, hearing that the emperor
Came to his court, was entertain'd,
It chanc'd the devil was nam'd—whereat
The emperor him blest;
The Pagan would not rest.
But when he heard his lord to fear
The devil, his ghostly foe, He left his service, and to seek
And serve the devil did go.
Of heaven or hell, God or the devil,
Alone he sought to serve the same
He met (who soon is met) the devil;
Was entertain'd: they walk, Till, coming to a cross, the devil
Did fearfully it balk:
The servant, musing, questioned
His master of his fear: "One Christ," quoth he with dread," I mind
"When doth a cross appear."
"Then serve thyself 1" the giant said,
For him he ask'd a hermit, who
By which, by faith, and works of alms,
And how and where to practise thes«
Then he, that scorn'd his service lat«