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Appears to have served in a military capacity under Sir
Andrew Gray, knt. a colonel of foot, and general of artillery to the king of Bohemia. His “ Happy. Husband, with “ a Wife's Behaviour after Marriage,” was printed in 1619, and again, with “Philomela, the Nightingale,” “Sheretine “ and Mariana,” “ Elegies," “ Songs and Sonnets,” in 1622. These productions he describes to be the fruit of s. some hours he with the Muses spent."
Amantium ira amoris redintegratio est.
In my heart affect another,
Women cannot passion smother.
The dearer love, the more disdain,
When truth is with distrust requited :
She found her fault, and me invited.
I came with intent to chide her,
'Cause she had true love abus’d,
Resolved never to abide her:
Yet, her fault she so excus'd,
As it did me more entangle;
Telling “ True love must have fears." They ne'er lov'd that ne'er did wrangle;
Lovers' jars but love endears.
“ SERVANT, farewell !_” Is this my hire ?
Thy lov'd idea I'll arrest,
Nor think it ever shall part thence,
[Extracted from “Philomela.”]
The maple with a scarry skin
Did spread broad pallid leaves ; The quaking aspin, light and thin, To th' air light passage gives ;
The trembling ill
Which never rest,
But still are prest
A small volume of his poems, consisting of “ Divine Medi
“tations and Elegies," was published in 1622, and in the next year a second collection, which he calls “ Visiones “ Rerum, the Visions of Things." All of these bear testimony to his learning and piety, but his subjects were too sublime for his genius. Of the anecdotes of his life I know nothing.
Time! I ever must complain
Of thy craft and cruel cunning;
And thy plumes
Like calm winds thou passest by us ;
Lin’d with feathers are thy feet;
Like the shadows of the night;
Or the stream
That no beam
Therefore mortals all, deluded
By thy grave and wrinkled face, In their judgments have concluded That thy slow and snail-like pace
Still doth bend
To no end,
Budding youth's vain blooming wit
Thinks the spring shall ever last, And the gaudy flowers that sit On Flora's brow shall never taste
Nor forlorn Bend their heads with chilling blast.
Riper age expects to have
Harvests of his proper toil, Times to give and to receive Seeds and fruits from fertile soil :
But at length
Doth his strength,