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Like great god Saturn fair, and like fair Venus chaste;
As smooth as Pan, as Juno mild, like goddess Iris faced,
With Cupid she foresees, and goes god Vulcan's pace;
And, for a taste of all these gifts, she steals god Momus' grace.

Her forehead jacinth-like, her cheeks of opal hue,
Her twinkling eyes bedeck'd with pearl, her lips a sapphire blue;
Her hair like crapal stone; her mouth, O heavenly wide!
Her skin like burnish'd gold, her hands like silver ore untried:

As for her parts unknown, which hidden sure are best:
Happy be they which will believe, and never seek the rest."


Dorus.--Fortune, Nature, Love, long have contended about

Which should most miseries cast on a worm that I am.
Fortune thus gan say, "Misery and misfortune is all one;
And of misfortune, Fortune hath only the gift.
With strong foes on land, on sea with contrary tempests,
Still do I cross this wretch, whatso he taketh in hand.'
• Tush, tush,' said Nature, this is all but a trifle: a man's self
Gives haps or mishaps, even as he ordereth his heart.
But so his humour I frame, in a mould of choler adusted,
That the delights of life shall be to him dolorous.'
Love smiled, and thus said ;* What join'd to desire is unhappy?
But, if he nought do desire, what can Heraclitus ail?
None but I work by desire: by desire have I kindled in his soul
Infernal agonies into a beauty divine:
Where thou, poor Nature, left'st all thy due glory, to Fortune
Her virtue is sovereign, Fortune a vassal of hers.'
Nature abash'd went back: Fortune blush'd: yet she replied thus:
• And even in that love shall I reserve him a spite.'
Thus, thus, alas! woeful by Nature, unhappy by Fortune;
But most wretched I am, now Love awakes my desire."

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* If mine eyes can speak to do hearty errand,

Or mine eye's language she do hap to judge of,
So that eye's message be of her received,

Hope, we do live yet.

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* See Johnson's • Lyce.'

But if eyes fail then when I most do need them,
Or if eye's language be not unto her known,
So that eye's message do return rejected,

Hope, we do both die.
Yet dying and dead, do we sing her honour:
So becomes our tomb monument of her praise ;
So becomes our loss the triumph of her gain;

Hers be the glory.

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If the spheres senseless do yet hold a music,
If the swan's sweet voice be not heard but at death,
If the mute timber, when it hath the life lost,

Yieldeth a lute's tune:

Are then human lives privileged so meanly,
As that hateful death can abridge them of power
With the vow of truth to record to all worlds,

That we be her spoils ?

Thus not ending ends the due praise of her praise :
Fleshly vail consumes; but a soul hath his life,
Which is held in love; love it is, that hath join'd

Life to this our soul.

But if eyes can speak to do hearty errand,
Or mine eye's language she doth hap to judge of,
So that eye's message be of her received,

Hope, we do live yet.

Virtue, beauty, and speech, did strike, wound, charm,

My heart, eyes, cars, with wonder, love, delight: First, second, last, did bind, enforce, and arm,

His works, shows, suits, with wit, grace, and vow's might. Thus honour, liking, trůst, much, får, and deep,

Held, pierced, possess'd, my judgement, sense, and will ; Till wrong, contempt, deceit, did grow, steal

, creep, Bonds, favour, faith, to break, dekle, and kải.


Then grief, unkindness, proof, took, kindled, wrought

*Well-grounded, noble, due, spite, rage, disdain : : But ah, alas! (in vain) my mind, sight, thought,

Doth him, his face, his words, leave, shủn, refrain ;

For no thing, time, nor place, can loose, quench, ease,
Mine own, embraced, sought

, knot, fire, disease.”

As somewhat less quaint in their composition, two additional specimens are subjoined. “ The love, which is imprinted in my soul,

With beauty's seal and virtue fair disguised,
With inward cries puts up a bitter roll

Of huge complaints, that now it is despised.

Thus then the more I love, the wrong the more

Monstrous appears ; long truth received late,
Wrong stirs remorsed grief, grief's deadly sore

Unkindness breeds, unkindness fostereth hate.

Bụt ah! the more I hate, the more I think

Whom I do hate ; the more I think on him,
The more his matchless gifts do deeply sink

Into my breast, and loves renewed swim.
What medicine then can such disease remove,
Where love draws hate, and hate engendereth love ?"


As I my little flock on Ister bank

(A little flock; but well my pipe they couth) Did piping lead, the sun already sank

Beyond our world, and ere I got my booth,

Each thing with mantle black the night doth scoth :
Saving the glow-worm, which would courteous be
Of that small light oft watching shepherds see.

The welkin had full niggardly enclosed

In coffer of dim clouds his silver groats, Ycleped stars; each thing to rest disposed,

The caves were full, the mountains void of goats,

The birds' eyes closed, closed their chirping notes. As for the nightingale, wood-music's king, It August was, he deign'd not then to sing.

Amid my sheep, though I saw nought to fear,

Yet for I nothing saw, I feared sore;
Then found I which thing is a charge to bear :

As for my sheep, I dreaded mickle more

Than ever for myself, since I was bore.
I sat me down, for see to go ne could,
And sang unto my sheep lest stray they should.

The song I sang old Languet had me taught,

Languet, the shepherd best swift Ister knew, For clerkly reed and hating what is nought,

For faithful heart, clean hands, and mouth as true;

With his sweet skill my skill-less youth he drew.
To have a feeling taste of Him that sits
Beyond the heaven, far more beyond our wits.

He said, “The music best thilk powers pleased,

• Has jump concord between our wit and will; • Where highest notes to godliness are raised,

• And lowest sink not down to jot of ill :'

With old true tales he wont mine ears to fill, • How shepherds did of yore, how now they thrive, Spoiling their flock, or while 'twixt them they strive.'

He liked me, but pitied lustful youth:

His good strong staff my slippery years upbors, He still hoped well, because I loved truth;

Till forced to part, with heart and eyes even sore

To worthy Corydon he gave me o'er : But thus in oak’s true shade recounted be, Which now in night's deep shade sheep heard of me." 72





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THIS nobleman was the fifth son of the Duke of Northumberland,f by Jane, daughter and heiress of Sir Edward Guilford. He is supposed to have been born in the year 1532. Of his education little is known. He was knighted when young, and made Gentleman of the Bed-chamber to Edward VI. In 1550 he married Amy, the daughter of Sir John Rosbart, when as a compliment to his father the King attended his nuptials; and it is remarkable, that from early youth to his latest day he was a successful courtier. Upon the death of Edward, he engaged with his father in support of lady Jane Grey's title to the crown, and accompanied him on his expedition into Norfolk; but upon the Duke's being arrested at Cambridge, he surrendered himself

* AUTHORITIES. Camden's Annals, Birch's Life of Queen Elizabeth, Dugdale's Antiquities of Warwickshire, Fuller's Worthies of Surrey, Melvil's Memoirs, and Hakluyt's Collection of Voyages, &c. of the English Nation.

+ See his Life, I. 239.

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