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But clouds of toys untried do cloak aspiring minds, Which turn to rain of late repent, by course of

changed winds. The top of hope suppos’d the root of ruth will be, And fruitless all their graffed guiles, as shortly ye

shall see.

Then dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambi.

tion blinds, Shall be unseald by worthy wights, whose fore

sight falsehood finds. The daughter of debate, that eke discòrd doth sow, Shall reap no gain where former rule hath taught still

peace to grow. No foreign banish'd wight shall anchor in this port, Our realm it brooks no strangers' force, let them

elsewhere resort. Our rusty sword with rest shall first his edge em

ploy To poll their tops that seek such change, and gape

for joy.

WEBSTER, ALIAS GEORGE PUTTENHAM,

Published “ The Artę of English Poesie, contrived into

“ three Bookb,” 1589, 4to. This writer has given us many specimens of his own poetry, with a view of ex

emplifying the rules he inculcates. Puttenham speaks of himself as having been a scholar in

Oxford ; though whether he was bred there, Wood says he could not tell. He recites an anecdote which he remembered in the first year of Queen Mary's reign, and he quotes a passage from an eclogue entitled “ Elpine," which he made at the age of 18, addressed to King Edward VI. This places the date of bis birth before 1535. He was author of two interludes, “ Lustie London," and " The Woer,” and a copious composer of Triumphals, &c. in honour of Queen Elizabeth; to whom he was a gentleman-pensioner. His “ Arte of Poesie" is commended by Bolton, in his Hypercritica, as elegant, witty; and artificial,” The following short ditty is, perhaps, the best that can be selected as an example of his talents.

Cruel you be, who can say nay;

Since ye delight in other's woe:
Unwise am I, ye may

well

say,
For that I have honour'd you so :
But blameless I, who could not choose

To be enchanted by your eye:
But ye to blame, thus to refuse

My service, and to let me die.

JOHN HARINGTON, ESQ.

Father of Sir John Harington, to whom the following pro

duction was inadvertently ascribed in the former edition of these Specimens. He was imprisoned in the reign of Queen Mary for having espoused the cause of Elizabeth, who rewarded his attachment by the reversion of a grant of lands at Kelston near Bath. He died in 1582 ; and, if the poem here selected be rightly attributed to him by the Harington papers, he cannot be denied the singular merit of having united an elegance of taste with an artifice of style which far exceeded his contemporaries,

A SONNET

Made on Isabella Markham, when I first thought

her fair, as she stood at the Princess's Window in goodly Attire, and talked to divers in the Court. yard.

[From a MS. dated 1564. Vide Nugæ Antiquæ.]

Wuence comes my love?-Oh, heart, disclose! 'Twas from cheeks that shame the rose; From lips that spoil the ruby's praise ; From eyes

that mock the diamond's blaze : Whence comes my woe, as freely own ;Ah mo! 'twas from a heart like stone.

The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,
The lips befitting words most kind;
The eye does tempt to love's desire, ,
And seems to say, 'tis Cupid's fire
Yet all so fair, but speak my moan,
Sith nought doth say

the heart of stone.

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Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak
Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek,
Yet not a heart to save my pain?
O Venus ! take thy gifts again.
Make nought so fair to cause our moan,
Or make a heart that's like your own.

EARL OF OXFORD.

Edward Vere, Earl of Oxford, the seventeenth of his sur

name and family, was a pensioner, says Wood, of St Joba's College, Cambridge, and distinguished in his youth for wit, valour, and patriotism. He succeeded his father in his title and honours in 1562, and died an old man in 1604. It is, therefore, probable that he was not born

later than 1534. His poetical talents were much admired, or at least much

extolled, by his contemporaries : and such of his sonnets as are preserved in the Paradise of Dainty Devices are certainly not among the worst, although they are by no means the best, in that collection. One only (the Judgment of Desire) can be said to rise a little above mediocrity.

[Penitent Beauty.]

[From Lord Orford's works, vol. I. p. 552.] When I was fair and young, then favour graced

me; Of

many was I sought their mistress for to be; But I did scorn them all, and answer'd them there.

fore, Go, go !-go, seek some other-where, importune

me no more !

How many weeping eyes I made to pine in wo, How many sighing hearts, I have not skill to show.

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