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The time of his birth is not mentioned by Wood, who calls him a forward and busy Calvinist. He has been already noticed in the account of the preceding reign (to which, perhaps, he more properly belongs) as a translator of the Psalms, and as a supposed assistant to Sackville in com. pleting the tragedy of Gorboduc. His title to the following short piece, rests on the authority of a MS. in the Cotton library, entitled “ Verses on several subjects, about Queen “ Marys time.". . . sii
A man may live thrice Nestor's life,
Thrice wander out Ulysses' race,
Such change hath chanc'd in this case !
Small pain (if none be small enow) To find good store of Helen's trade ;
Such sap the root doth yield the bough! . For one good wife, Ulysses slew
A worthy knot of gentle blood :
The town of Troy. Sith bad and good
Was born in 1523, educated at Oxford, and, in the beginning
of Queen Elizabeth's reign, was appointed one of the gentlemen of her chapel. He died in 1566, much esteemed by his contemporaries for the variety of his talents, being at once the best fidler, mimick, and sonneteer of the court. He composed three theatrical pieces, viz. Damon and Pya thias (printed in Dodsley's Old Plays), and Palamon and Arcite, in two parts; and wrote, almost in his last moments, bis “ Soul knil,” souls knell, once very generally admired.
From “ Verses on several subjects, about Queen
“ Mary's time.” Cotton MSS. Brit. Mus.
When women first dame Nature wrought,
By Nature's grant this must ensue,
.19 malo ¡No lamb so meek as women be, want dit is
Their humble hearts from pride are free;
The eagle, with his piercing eye,
(From the Paradise of Dainty Devices.] WHEN May is in his prime,
Then may each heart rejoice: ' When May bedecks each tree with green,
Each bird strains forth his voice.
The lively sap creeps up
Into the blooming thorn;
Now laugh the frost to scorn.
All Nature's imps' triumph
Whilst joyful May doth last, When May is gone, of all the year
The pleasant time is past.
May makes the cheerful hue,
May breeds and brings new blood, May marcheth throughout every limb,
May makes the merry mood.
May pricketh tender hearts
Their warbling notes to tune, Full strange it is, yet some, we see Do make their May in June.
ii. c. sons.
Thus, things are strangely wrought,
Whilst joyfull May doth last,
The pleasant time is past. stili
All ye that live on earthote invid boxi
And have your May at will; Rejoice in May, as I do now, theil at
And use your May with skill. i stol
Use May, while that you may,
For May hath but his time, When all the fruit is gone, it is
Too late the tree to climb.
Your liking and your lust.
Is fresh whilst May doth last; When May is gone, of all the year
The pleasant time is past.