POEMS FROM RELIQUIE WOTTONIANE. I. A POEM WRITTEN BY SIR HENRY WOTTON IN HIS YOUTH.' (Before 1602.) FAITHLESS world, and thy most faithless part, A woman's heart! The true shop of variety, where sits And fevers of desire, and pangs of love, Why was she born to please? or I to trust "Rel. Wotton." Also in Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody," 1602, &c., with Wotton's initials, as an Elegy." In ed. 1621, p. 202, it has the longer title, "Of a Woman's IIeart." Wrongly claimed for Rudyard in the "Poems of Pembroke and Rudyard," 1660, p. 34. A copy in MS. Rawl. Poet. 147, p. 74, signed "H. Wotton." And fruit of time rewarded with untruth, Untrue she was; yet I believed her eyes, Till I was taught, that love was but a school Or sought she more, by triumphs of denial, How far her smiles commanded my weakness? Excuse no more thy folly; but, for cure, As well thy shame as passions that were vain; To know that love lodged in a woman's breast, Is but a guest. H. W. II. SIR HENRY WOTTON AND SERJEANT HOSKINS RIDING ON THE WAY.1 Hoskins. ¡OBLE, lovely, virtuous creature, To enthral your servant's wits: Not for any my deserts, But because methinks it fits. 1 "Rel. Wotton." Ho. Dearest treasure of my thought, Wo. Secret comfort of my mind, But be so, and so appear. Ho. Give me love for love again; Wo. Lest in clouds and in differing, Farthest off when we are nearest. Wo. And if Hoskins chance to say, H. W. III. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE.1 (Circ. 1614.) OW happy is he born and taught And simple truth his utmost skill; "Rel. Wotton." Said to have been printed in 1614, with Overbury's "Wife," &c.; traced at Dulwich with the date Whose passions not his masters are; Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, How deepest wounds are given by praise; Who God doth late and early pray This man is freed from servile bands And, having nothing, yet hath all. 1616; and quoted as Wotton's to Drummond by Ben Jonson in 1619. Mr. Collier has printed a copy from Ben Jonson's handwriting," Life of Alleyn," p. 53. Also as Wotton's in MS. Malone, 13, fol. 11; in MS. Malone, 19, p. 138; and in Clark's "Aurea Legenda," 1682, p. 96. There are many other old copies. Said to be almost identical with a German poem of the same age; "Notes and Queries," vol. ix., p. 420. IV. THIS HYMN WAS MADE BY SIR H. WOTTON, WHEN HE WAS AN AMBASSADOR AT VENICE, IN THE TIME OF A GREAT SICK NESS THERE.1 TERNAL mover, whose diffused glory, Unfolds itself in clouds of nature's story, For what are we but lumps of walking clay? Are not brute beasts as strong, and birds as gay,— Thou then, our strength, Father of life and death, "Rel. Wotton." Erroneously ascribed to Sir Walter Raleigh, as written "in the unquiet rest of his last sickness," in "Topographer," vol. i. p. 425, on the authority of a Brit. Mus. MS. |