declining bold Ixion's rape :
she, with her own resemblance, grac'd
a shining cloud, which he embrac'd.

Such was that image, so it smild
with seeming kindness, which beguild
your Thyrsis lately, when he thought
he had his fleeting Cælia caught.
'T was shap'd like her;, but for the fair,
he fillid bis arms with yielding air.

A fate for which he grieves the less, because the gods had like success : for in their story, onę, we see, pursues a nymph, and takes a tree: a second, with a loyer's haste, soon overtakes whom he had chas'd; but she that did a virgin seem, possess'd, appears a wand'ring stream. For his supposed love, a third lays greedy hold upon a bird, and stands amaz'd to find his dear a wild inhabitant of th' air !

To these old tales such nymphs as you give credit, and still make them new; the am'rous now like wonders find in the swift changes of your mind.

But, Cælia, if you apprehend the Muse of your incensed friend, nor would that he record your blame, and make it livę, repeat the same; again deceive him, and again, and then he swears he'll not complain : for still to be deluded so is all the pleasure lovers know; who, like good falc'ners, take delight not in the quarry, but the flight,

TO A LADY,
FROM WHOM HE RECEIVED A SILVER PEN.

Madam! intending to have try'd the silver favour which you gave, in ink the shining point I dy'd, and drench'd it in the sable wave; when, griev'd to be so foully stain'd, on you it thus to me complain’d. “ Supose you had deserv'd to take from her fair hand so fair a boon, yet how deserved I to make so ill a change, who ever won immortal praise for what I wrote, instructed by her noble thought? I, that expressed her commands to mighty lords and princely dames, always most welcome to their hands, proud that I would record their names, must now be taught an humble style, some meaner beauty to beguile!" So I, the wronged pen to please, make it my humble thanks express unto your Ladyship in these : and now 't is forced to confess that your great self did ne'er endite, nor that, to one more noble, write,

SONG. Go, lovely Rose ! tell her that wastes her time and me,

that now she knows, when I resemble her to thee, how sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,
and shuns to have her graces spy'd, ·

that hadst thou sprung
in deserts, where no men abide,
thou must have uncommended dy'd.

Small is the worth
of beauty from the light retir'd;

bid her come forth,
suffer herself to be desir’d,
and not blush so to be admir'd.

Then die! that she
the common fate of all things rare

may read in thee,
how small a part of time they share
that are so wondrous sweet and fair!

CONTENTS.

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page 1

Life of Waller,

fore,

6

On the Lady who can sleep when Sighs,

7

she pleases,

4 To my young lady Lucy Sidney, 7

The Story of Phoebus and Daphne, To Amoret.

8

applied,

- 4 To Phillis,

10

On my lady Isabella playing on To the mutable Fair, -

11

the Lute,

5 To á Lady from whom he receiv-

On a Girdle,

6 ed a silver Pen,

13

An Apology for having loved be- Sopg. “Go, lovely Rose,” - 13

SAMUEL BUTLER, the celebrated author of Hudibras, was born at Strensham in Worcestershire, and baptized Feb. 13, 1612; some say he was born in 1600. His father was a respectable farmer, who had his son educated at Worcester. He was afterwards 6 or 7 years at Cambridge, but was never matriculated. He returned to his native country, and became clerk to Mr. Jefferys, of Earl's-croom, a justice of the peace. This employment left him a considerable portion of leisure, which he devoted to the studies of history and poetry, as well as to music and painting. He was afterwards admitted into the family of that patroniser of learning, Elizabeth, Countess of Kent, where he became acquainted with the great Seldon, to whom he acted occasionally as emanuensis. He next lived with Sir Samuel Luke, a general under Cromwell. It was here that he began to write Hudibras, in which character he intended to ridicule the knight. The poem itself supplies the key, for Hudibras says, p. 1, can. 1, ver. 904.

Nor was he much less wise than stout.

but fit in both respects
to humble sturdy cavaliers,

and to support the sects.
This worthy knight was one that swore,

he would not cut his beard,
till this ungodly nation was

from kings and bishops clear'd. Which holy vow he firmly kept,

and most devoutly wore a grizzly meteor on his face,

till they were both no more.
His worship was, in short, a man

of such exceexing worth,
no pen nor pencil can describe,

or rhyning bard set forth.
Many and mighty things he did

both sober and in liquor; witness the mental fray between

the Cobler and the Vicar.

After the restoration, Butler became secretary to Richard Earl of Carberry, Lord President of Wales, 'who appointed him steward of Ludlow Castle, when the court was revived there. About this time he married a Mrs. Herbert, a gentlewoman of good family, but her property was lost by her money being lent ou bad security. In 1663, Butler appeared in a new character by the publication of the first part of his Hudibras, in 3 cantos. This production became soon known through the influence of that Mæcenas of lit

gature, Charles Lord Buckhurst, earl of Dorset and Middlesex, and the king and the entire royal party received it with enthusiastic applause. The next year the second part was published, and a third in 1678. He had promises of a good place from lord Clarendon, high chancellor of England, but they were never accomplished. It was highly reproachful to