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And as a costly vallance o'er a bed,
green, Like to the checker'd bent of Iris' bow, 12.10.17
Priding the running main, as it had been
The works of this laborious but unequal, and perhaps tiresome writer, form a large volume in folio, printed in 1683, and 1644, and consisting principally of translations. In page 652, is inserted the “ Soul's Errand,” (which is usually attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh) under the title of “ The Lie,” bùt strangely disfigured.
A CAUTION FOR COURTLY DAMSELS,
BEWARE, fair maid, of mighty courtier's oaths :
Take heed what gifts or favours you receive : Let not the fading gloss of silken cloaths
Dazzle your virtues, or your fame bereave. For once but leave the hold you have of grace, Who will regard your fortune or your face?
Each greedy hand will strive to catch the flower,
When none regard the stalk it grows upon; Baseness desires the fruit still to devour,
And leave the tree to fall or stand alone : But this advice, fair creature, take of me, Let none take fruit unless he'll have the tree.
Believe not oaths, nor much-protesting men ;
Credit no vows, nor a bewailing song ; Let courtiers swear, forswear, and swear again,
The heart doth live ten regions from the tongue: And, when with oaths and vows they make you
tremble, Believe them least! for then they most dissemble.
A CONTENTED MIND.
I WEIGH not fortune's frown or smile,
I joy not much in earthly joys;
I am not fond of fancy's toys ;
I quake not at the thunder's crack,
I tremble not at noise of war,
I shrink not at a blazing star:
I see ambition never pleased,
I see some Tantals starv'd in store;
I see e'en Midas gape for more.
I feign not friendship where I hate,
I fawn not on the great in show,
Neither too lofty nor too low;
Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white,
For all those rosy temp’ratures in thee, Thou art not sweet, tho' made of mere delight,
Nor fair nor sweet, unless thou pity me,
* * * * * * I will not sooth thy follies; thou shalt prove
That beauty is no beauty, without love.
Was born in 1563; and rose early to reputation, which he
enjoyed during three successive reigns: he died in 1631. His “ Polyolbion” is certainly a wonderful work, exhibiting, at once, the learning of an historian, an antiquary, a naturalist, and a geographer, and embellished by the imagination of a poet. But, perhaps, a topographical description of England, is not much improved by such embellishment. Those who can best appreciate the merit of its accuracy will seldom search for information in a poem; and of the lovers of poetry, some are disgusted with the subject, and others, with the Alexandrine metre, which Drayton has unfortunately adopted. His pastorals, which he published in 1593, under the quaint title of “ Ideas; the “ Shepherd's Garland, fashioned in nine Eclogues, &c.” his “ Nymphydia,” and, in general, all his smaller poems, are easy and pleasing. The “ Barons' Wars," and "England's “ Heroical Epistles,” have lost, and are not likely to recover, their ancient popularity.
THE SHEPHERD'S DAFFODIL.
“ Gorso, as thou cam’st this way,
“ By yonder little hill, " Or as thou through the fields didst stray.
6. Saw'st thou my Daffodil ?