Oh, lull me, lull' me, charming air, 2 My senses rock'd with wonder sweet! Soft like a spirit are thy feet. Grief who need 5 fear That hath an ear? Down let him lie, And slumbering die, And change his soul for harmony. "Lull, lull, lull.” 3" and." • " rock." 4" Griefs." • "needs." N. B. The variations in the text of this song are taken from a copy in Bishop Sancroft's MS. collection of poetry in the Bodleian Library, dated 1647, to which Strode's name is subjoined. The printed copy is anonymous. ROBERT GOMERSALL Was born in 1600, and in 1614 sent to Christ Church, Oxford, where he was afterwards made a student. Having taken the degree of A. M. and entered into orders, he became a celebrated preacher, and published several sermons (Vide Wood's Ath. Vol. I. p. 598). He wrote "The Levite's "Revenge, containing Poeticall Meditations upon the 19th "and 20th chapters of Judges" (a sort of heroic poem), 1628, and "The Tragedie of Lodovick Sforza, Duke of "Millan." Both were reprinted with a few occasional verses in 1633, 12mo. Upon our vain Flattery of ourselves, that the succeeding Times will be better than the former. How we dally out our days! How we seek a thousand ways Never was there morning yet Which man's folly did not soon Nay, the young ones in the nest But suppose that he is heard, Sooner shall the wandering star Be it joy, or be it sorrow, We refer all to the morrow; That, we think, will ease our pain; That, we do suppose again, Will increase our joy; and so Events, the which we cannot know, We magnify, and are (in sum) Enamour'd of the time to come. Well, the next day comes, and then (Till the forehead often have SIR KENELM DIGBY. This celebrated English philosopher was born in 1603, and entered a commoner at Gloucester hall, Oxford, in 1618, where he remained two years, and was pronounced "the "Mirandula of his age." The succeeding events of his life are to be found in all our biographical dictionaries. He died at his house in Covent Garden in 1665, having been a convert to popery for the last twenty years of his life. His works are carefully enumerated by Wood, (Ath. Vol. II. p. 351,) who calls him the "magazine of all arts." The poem from which the following lines are extracted is attributed to him in a miscellany called "Wit's Interpreter," 1671, though it is elsewhere ascribed to Sir H. Wotton, under whose name it is printed in Mr. Headley's collection. FAME, honour, beauty, state, trains, blood, and birth, Are but the fading blossoms of the earth. I would be great; but that the sun doth still I would be high; but see the proudest oak |