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Brother to Thomas lord Fanshaw; born in 1807, and edu

cated at Cambridge; was secretary at war to Prince Charles, 1644; treasurer of the navy under Prince Rupert, 1648; created baronet 1650, and envoy to Spain; afterwards, being recalled into Scotland, employed there with high credit (though no covenanter), as secretary of state. Having been taken prisoner at the battle of Worcester, 1651, he was sent to London, and is said during his confinement to have written several of his poetical productions. In 1659 he joined Charles II. at Breda, was knighted the following year, and made secretary of the Latin tongue, and master of the requests. In 1661 being burgess for the town of Cambridge, he was sworn one of the privy council of Ireland, and sent envoy to Portugal, and again as embassador in 1662. Having taken his place at the privy council in 1663, he was finally appointed embassador to both the crowns of Spain and Portugal, where he experienced a marked and unusually splendid reception, in consideration of his former deportment, according to some, though see the Biographia Britannica. He died of a fever at Madrid in 1666. Vide Wood's Fasti, II. 43, and Langbaine. His writings consist principally of translations, viz. The

Lusiad of Camoens; the Pastor Fido of Guarini; a dra. matic romance paraphrased from the Spanish of Ant. De Mendoza, entitled “ Querer Por Solo Querer ;" and a Latin metrical version of Fletcher's “ Faithful Shep

“ herdess," under the Italian title of “ La Fida Pastora.". The following extract is taken from his poems, published with “ Il Pastor Fido," 1648, 4to. and 1676,8vo. The four first lines are part of another sonnet.

Thou blushing Rose, within whose virgin leaves

The wanton Wind to sport himself presumes, Whilst from their rifled wardrobe he receives

For his wings purple, for his breath perfumes !

Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon! What boots a life which in such haste forsakes

thee? Thou’rt wonderous frolic, being to die so soon,

And passing proud a little colour makes thee.

If thee thy brittle beauty so deceives,
Know then, the thing that swells thee is thy

For the same beauty doth in bloody leaves

The sentence of thy early death contain.

Some clown's coarse lungs will poison thy sweet

flower, If by the careless plough thou shalt be torn, And many Herods lie in wait each hour,

To murder thee as soon as thou art born,

Nay, force thy bud to blow, their tyrant breath
Anticipating life, to hasten death.


Was born in 1008, and died in 1674. As the minor poems of

Milton are too popular to require reprinting, only the two following short specimens are given of this great master.


On May Morning.
Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire !
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing :
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long!


When the Assault was intended to the City.

CAPTAIN, or colonel, or knight in arms, · Whose chance on these defenceless doors may

seize, • If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms! He can requite thee! for he knows the charms

That call fame on such gentle acts as these,

And he can spread thy name o’er lands and seas,
Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower!

The great Emathian conqueror did spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Went to the ground : and the repeated air

Of sad Electra's poet had the power
To save th’Athenian walls from ruin bare.


Author of “ Steps to the Temple. Sacred Poems, with

“other Delights of the Muses," 12mo. 1646, secems to have resembled Herbert in his turn of mind, but possessed more fancy and genius. His translations have considerable merit, but his original poetry is full of conceit. The time of his birth is unknown. Having been educated at the Charter-house, he was for some time a scholar of Pembroke, and a fellow of Peter-house, Cambridge; and after wards changing his religion, died a canon of Loretto, 1650. His Latin poems were first printed in 1634, and have been much admired, though liable to the same objections as his English. For more particular information respecting Crashaw and his works, consult Headley, Dr. Anderson, and Mr. Hayley's account in the new Biographia Britannica.

Out of Catullus.

Come and let us live, my dear,
Let us love, and never fear
What the sourest fathers say!
Brightest Sol, that dies to-day,
Lives again as blithe to-morrow:
But if we, dark sons of sorrow,

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