Who sits like hags in hellish gates, And seeks still whom they may destroy. But how it comes, or what it is, I let it pass, before I miss. Despite doth always work my woe, And hap as yet holds hardly still: And think again to reap good will. For more I seek, the less I find: ART. DCCCXXII. Extracts from England's Par nassus. 1600. "Solitariness. "Sweet Solitary life, thou true repose, Wherein the wise contemplate heaven aright, In thee no dread of war, or worldly foes; "Amidst a dark thick wood there is a cave, Whose entrance is with ivy overspread; Dr. Lodge. They have no light within, nor none they crave: And Sloth lies by, that seems the gout to have; That none come out or in to hinder Sleep. And unto those he coming doth discern To come too near, he beckons with his hand: He treadeth soft; his shoes are made of felt; His garments short, and girded with a belt." "The same. Sir J. Harington. "By Care lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of death, Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Of high renown; but as a living death, "Silence. M. Sackville. "Dumb Silence, sworn attendant on black Night, That sav'd Jove's Capitol, mild Queen of Rest!" "Love. Tho. Dekkar. "At Venus' entreaty for Cupid her son These arrows by Vulcan were cunningly done. The first is Love, as here you may behold, And bitter are his torments for to prove. The third is Hope, from whence our comfort springs; His metal Vulcan's Cyclops sent from Hell." G. Peele. ART. DCCCXXIII. Old Madrigals. j. O let me liue for true loue, yet let me liue no longer, ij. O let me dye for true loue [and faithfull passion show] Let not hope or old time come to end my woe. iij. O, yes! has any found a lad, With purple wings faire painted; I naked beauty clad With bowe and arrowes tainted: Here, alas! close he lyeth, Take him quicke before he flyeth. iiij. (First part.) Weepe no more thou sorry boy, Loue's pleas'd and anger'd with a toy. Tenor. Songs of 3. 4. 5. and 6 parts, by Thomas Tomkins: Organist of his Maiesties Chappell Royall in Ordinary. London: Printed for Matthew Lownes, John Browne, and Thomas Snodham. Cum priuilegio. 4to. n. d. Dedicated to the Earl of Pembroke, contains twentyeight pieces, and has a few lines prefixed "to my brother the avthor" by John T. Loue a thousand passions brings, And thinkes not on his future woes; If she chide, with angry eye Sits downe and sighs, aye me, I dye! v. (Second part.) Yet againe, as soone reuiued, vj. Too much I once lamented, vij. Come shepheards sing with me; viij. Phillis now cease to moue me, To loue false loue no more. viiij. Adew, adew, ye citty prisoning towers, Winter is gone, the trees are springing, Birds on euery hedge sit singing. Harke, how they chirpe, come, loue, delay not, Come, come, sweet loue, Oh come and stay not. X. Fvsca, in thy starry eyes, Loue in blacke still mourning dyes, That among so many slaine, [No one checks thy truant reigne.] J. H. ART. DCCCXXIV. Old Poetry. [Lycence to lyue at ese. The seven deadly sins form a principal part of the Persones Tale told in prose by Chaucer; with which tale the author of the following lines seemed fully acquainted. They are transcribed from the Hawkins MS. in the Shepherd's Kalendar, as containing a poem ascribed to Lydgate, and are similar to his manner and prosaic style. The original is written as prose, with the commencement of each stanza distinguished by a paragraph in red ink.] "As I walkyd vppon a day, To take the aere off felds and flowre; In a mery morenynge off May, Whenn flowrys were full off swete flauowre; I hurd one say, O God, ver ray! a How longe shall I dure yn my dolour? And onn bis kneys he began to pray; Now, good God! send me thy succour, a Truly. |