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Like great god Saturn fair, and like fair Venus chaste;
Her forehead jacinth-like, her cheeks of opal hue,
As for her parts unknown, which hidden sure are best:
“ Dorus.--Fortune, Nature, Love, long have contended about
Or mine eye's language she do hap to judge of,
Hope, we do live yet.
* See Johnson's • Lyce.'
But if eyes fail then when I most do need them,
Hope, we do both die.
Hers be the glory.
If the spheres senseless do yet hold a music,
Yieldeth a lute's tune:
Are then human lives privileged so meanly,
That we be her spoils ?
Thus not ending ends the due praise of her praise :
Life to this our soul.
But if eyes can speak to do hearty errand,
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,
, 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,
Of huge complaints, that now it is despised.
Thus then the more I love, the wrong the more
Monstrous appears ; long truth received late,
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,
Into my breast, and loves renewed swim.
“ 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 :
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;
As for my sheep, I dreaded mickle more
Than ever for myself, since I was bore.
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.
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
EARL OF LEICESTER.*
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.