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The character of this nobleman is (as lord Orford has already

observed) most admirably drawn by lord Clarendon (Hist. Rebellion, Vol. I. p. 57). A collection of poems, partly written by him, partly by Sir Benjamin Ruddier, and partly (as it should seem) transcribed from other writers, was published in 1660, in one volume, 8vo. If the following poem be really his, as the prefix denotes, it is highly creditable to his taste.


So glides along the wanton brook

With gentle pace into the main, Courting the banks with amorous look

He never means to see again.

And so does Fortune use to smile

Upon the short-liv'd favourite's face, Whose swelling hopes she doth beguile,

And always casts him in the race.

And so doth the fantastic boy,

The god of the ill-manag’d flames, Who ne'er kept word in promis’d joy

To lover, nor to loving dames.

So all alike will constant prove,
Both Fortune, running streams, and Love.



This noble author is little known as an English poet, and it

must be confessed that his younger son, Henry Herbert, who collected and published his poetry, shewed more piety than taste by that publication. Its title is “ Occasional - Verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbery and “ Castle-island, deceased in August, 1648.” 1665, 12mo. The following, selected from an Ode of 35 stanzas, are the most tolerable verses in this little volume.

An Ode upon a Question moved, whether Love should

continue for ever?

Having interr'd her infant birth,

The watery ground that late did mourn

Was strew'd with flowers, for the return
Of the wish'd bridegroom of the earth,

The well-accorded birds did sing

Their bymns unto the pleasant time,

And in a sweet consorted chime
Did welcome in the cheerful spring.

To which, soft whistles of the wind,

And warbling murmurs of a brook,

And varied notes of leaves that shook, And harmony of parts did bind.

When, with a love none can express,

That mutually happy pair,
Melander and Celinda fair
The season with their loves did bless.

Walking thus tow'rds a pleasant grove, Which did, it seem'd, in new delight

The pleasures of the time unite, To give a triumph to their love,

They staid at last, and on the grass
Reposed so, as o'er his breast

She bow'd her gracious head to rest, Such a weight as no burthen was.

Long their fix'd eyes to heaven bent,

Unchanged, they did never move,

As if so great and pure a love No glass but it could represent.

When with a sweet though troubled look

She first brake silence, saying, “ Dear friend,

“ () that our love might take no end, “ Or never had beginning took !

“ I speak not this with a false heart;"

Wherewith his hand she gently strain’d;

“ Or that would change a love maintain'd “ With so much love on either part.

« Nay, I protest, though Death with his

“ Worst counsel should divide us here,

" His terrors could not make me fear “To come where your lov'd presence is.

“ Only, if love's fire with the breath .“ Of life be kindled, I doubt,

" With our last air 'twill be breath'd out, “ And quenched with the cold of death."

Then, with a look, it seem'd denied

All earthly power but hers, yet so

As if to her breath he did owe This borrow'd life, he thus replied :

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