UPON THE FOLLOWING POEMS. WRITE not here, as if thy last in store hast more; Who, were they told of this, would find a way To rise a guard of poets without pay, And bring as many hands to thy edition, As th' City should unto their May'rs petition: But here needs no reliefe: Thy richer Verse A 'fardel' is a little pack or bundle. So in Shakespeare several times. Query supra = trivial notes? G. But, that they are not licens'd by the king. Write out of love, not thy necessitie; Yet I suspect-my2 fancy so delights- And that thy flame when once abroad it shines, 1 = EUGENIUS PHILALETHES. Oxoniensis.3 something to cause hate. See foot-note in our Phincas Fletcher (iii. 61, 132.) G. 6 2 Thy but in errata marked to be read my '. G. Id est, Thomas Vaughan, as before. G. Olor Escanus. HEN Daphne's lover here first wore the bayes, Eurotas secret streams heard all his layes, And holy Orpheus, Nature's busie child, By headlong Hebrus his deep hymns compil'd. Soft Petrarch-thaw'd by Laura's flames-did weep On Tyber's banks, when she-prou'd fair! cou'd sleep; Mosella boasts Ausonius, and the Thames Doth murmure Sidney's Stella to her streams; While Severn swoln with joy and sorrow, wears Castara's smiles mixt with fair Sabrin's tears.' Misprinted 'sworn' but marked in the errata. G. The allusion is to Habington, whose lady-love and afterwards wife, was Lucy, daughter of William Herbert, first Lord Powis, by Eleanor, daughter of Henry Percy, first earl of Northumberland. Her poetic name was 'Castara'. See Essay in present volume for more. G. Thus Poets-like the nymphs, their pleasing themes Haunted the bubling springs and gliding streams, And happy banks! whence such fair flowres have sprung, But happier those where they have sate and sung! aire They passe to regions more refin'd and faire, knowes : Where all in white they walk, discourse, and sing. 1 pervious. G. As shall from age to age thy fair name lead, First, may all bards born after me May thy green banks or streams,- -or none Be both their rill and Helicon; May vocall groves grow there, and all The shades in them propheticall, Where-laid-men shall more faire truths see May thy gentle swains-like flowres- May the evet' and the tode2 Within thy banks have no abode, Nor the wilie, winding snake Her voyage through thy waters make. In all thy journey to the main No nitrous clay, nor brimstone-vein Mixe with thy streams, but may they passe |