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others, it asketh in reason to be reserved for a last compliment, and deciphered by a ladie's penne, herself being the most beautifull, or rather beautie of queens. (a) And this was the occasion : Our sovereign ladie, perceiving how the Scotch Queen's residence within this realme, with so great liberty and ease as were scarce meet for so great and dangerous a prisoner, bred secret factions among her people, and made many of the nobility incline to favour her party, to declare that she was nothing ignorant of those secret practices, though she had long with great wisdom and patience dissembled it, writeth this dittie most sweet and sententious," &c.

A DITTY.

The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shew such snares as threaten

mine annoy.

For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith

doth ebb; Which would not be if reason ruled, or wisdom

weaved the web. 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 supposed, the root of ruth will be, And fruitless all their graffed guiles, as shortly ye

shall see. Then dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition

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

sight falsehood finds.

(a) She was then near threescore !

The daughter of debate, that eke discord 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

employ, To pull their tops that seek such change, and

gape for joy.

THOMAS SACKVILLE,

EARL OF DORSET.

BORN ABOUT 1527-DIED 1604.

This statesman and poet was the son of Sir Richard Sack

ville of Withyam, in Sussex. He spent a long life in the service of Queen Elizabeth, by whom he was created Lord Buckhurst. After being employed on many important embassies, he was, on the death of Lord Burleigh, made Lord High Treasurer. He was through life the patron of literature, and maintained in difficult situations the character of an honest minister, and of a good, if not a brilliant man. Neither his integrity nor usefulness protected him at all times from the occasional caprice, suspicion, and arbitrary temper of his royal mistress ; nor from the intrigues of her haughty favourite Leicester, against whom Elizabeth, who united the coquette with the sovereign in a very strong degree, used to play off Sackville when she found the favourite proceeding too far or presuming too much.

An anecdote is related of the youth of Sackville, which is

worth preserving. Having, by lavish and thoughtless extravagance, involved his affairs, he was forced to borrow from a rich alderman, who kept the young courtier in attendance so long, that, mortified by the indignity, he from that hour adopted a system of regulated economy which placed him for life above being exposed to the repetition of such behaviour. If there be such a thing as “ proper

pride,” Sackville's resolution was of its best fruits. This nobleman is a subject of literary interest, as the

author of the first regular English tragedy, Gordobuc, written while he was still young, and represented before the Queen. He also projected the Mirror for Magistrates, a series of heroic poems, to which several persons were to contribute each a tragic legend or tale chosen from the history of England. Sackville commenced with the history of the unfortunate Duke of Buckingham, and other writers followed; but this comprehensive design had the usual fate of all joint-stock companies : it in

creased in bulk, and lessened in value. Sackville lived to witness and promote the accession of

James I., who created him Earl of Dorset, and on all occasions treated him with great deference. He died sud

denly at the council-table. Though a man of unquestionable taste, Sackville is more

important in the history of English poetry than as an English poet. The picture of Winter, with which his introduction to the story of Buckingham commences, is praised by Warton, and adopted by Mr Campbell as a favourable specimen of his verse.

INDUCTION TO THE COMPLAINT OF

HENRY DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

The wrathful Winter, 'proaching on apace,
With blust'ring blasts had all y bared the treen,
And old Saturnus, with his frosty face,
With chilling cold had pierc'd the tender green ;
The mantles rent wherein enwrapped been
The gladsome groves that now lay overthrown,
The tapets torn, and every tree down blown.

The soil that erst so seemly was to seen,
Was all despoiled of her beauty's hue ;
And soote (a) fresh flow'rs, wherewith the Sum-

mer's Queen
Had clad the earth, now Boreas blasts down blew ;
And small fowls flocking, in their song did rue
The Winter's wrath, wherewith each thing defaced
In woeful wise bewail'd the Summer past.

Hawthorn had lost his motley livery,
The naked twigs were shivering all for cold,
And dropping down the tears abundantly;
Each thing, methought, with weeping eye me told
The cruel season, bidding me withhold
Myself within ; for I was gotten out
Into the fields, whereas I walk'd about.

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And sorrowing I to see the Summer flowers,
The lively green, the lusty leas forlorn';
The sturdy trees so shatter'd with the showers,

(a) Sweet.

The fields so fade that flourished so beforne ;
It taught me well all earthly things be borne
To die the death, for nought long time may last;
The Summer's beauty yields to Winter's blast.

Then looking upward to the Heaven's leams,
With Nightè's stars thick powder'd every where,
Whịch erst so glisten’d with the golden streams,
That cheerful Phæbus spread down from his sphere,
Beholding dark oppressing day so near ;
The sudden sight reduced to my mind
The sundry changes that in earth we find.

That musing on this worldly wealth in thought,
Which comes and goes more faster than we see
The fleckering flame that with the fire is wrought,
My busy mind presented unto me
Such fall of Peers as in this realm had be, (a)
That oft I wish'd some would their woes descrive,
To warn the rest whom fortune left alive.

GEORGE GASCOIGNE.

BORN ABOUT 1535-DIED ABOUT 1578.

Gascoigne, an English poet of some celebrity, was descend

ed of a gentleman's family of Essex. He was educated at both universities, and entered at Gray's Inn ; but left legal studies for arms, on being disinherited by his father

(a) Been.

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