The Re-cured Lover exulteth in his Fre dom, and voweth to remain Free

until Death. I am as I am, and so will I be,

Who judgeth well, well God them send; But how that I am none knoweth truly Who jud oth evil, God them amend; Le it ill, be it well, be I bond, be I free, To judge the best therefore intend. I am as I am, and so will I be.

For I am as I am, and so will I end. I lead my life indifferently ;

Yet some there be that take delight, I mean nothing but honesty;

To judge folk's thought for envy and And though folks judge full diversely,

spite; I am as I am, and so will I die.

But whether they judge me wrong or

right, I do not rejoice, nor yet complain,

I am as I am, and so do I write.
Both mirth and sadness I do refrain,
And use the means since folks will feign; To trust it as you do your creed;

Praying you all that this do read, Yet I am as I am, be it pleasant or pain. And not to think I change my weed,

For I am as I am, however I speed.
Divers do judge as they do trow,
Some of pleasure and some of woe,

But how that is I leave to you;
Yet for all that nothing they know;

Judge as ye list, false or true, But I am as I am, wheresoever I go.

Ye know 110 more than afore ye knew,

Yet I am as I am, whatever ensue. But since judges do thus decay,

And from this mind I will not flee, Let every man his judgment say ;

But to you all that misjudge me.
I will it take in sport and play,

I do protest, as ye may see,
For I am as I am, whosoever say nay. That I am as I am, and so will be,

That Pleasure is mided with every Pain.
Venomous thorns that are so sharp and keen

Bear flowers, we see, full fresh and fair of hue,
Poison is also put in medicine,

And unto man his health doth oft renew.
The fire that all things eke consumeth clean,

May hurt and heal; then if that this be truc,
I trust some time my harm may be my health,
Since every woe is joiued with some wealth,

The Courtier's Life.
In court to serve decked with fresh array,
Of sugared meats feeling the sweet repast,
The lite in banquets and sundry kinds of play ;
Amid the the worldly looks to waste;
Hath with it joined oft-time such bitter taste,
That whoso joys such kind of life to hold,
In prison joys, fettered with chaius of gold.

Of the Mean and Sure Estate.
Btand whoso lists upon the slippery wheel
Of high estate, and let me here rejoice,
And use my life in quietness each deal,
Unknown in court that hath the wanton joys.
In hidden place my time shail slowly pass,
And when my years be passed without annoy
Let me die old after the common trace,
For grips of death do he too hardly pass
That known is to all, but to himself, alas!
He dieth unknown, dazed with ureadful face.

He

LORD VAUX-NICIIOLAS' GRIMOALD--RICHARD EDWARDS--WILLIAM

HUNNIS-SIR F. BRYAN-VISCOUNT ROCHFORT. THOMAS, LORD Vaux, was born about 1510, and died in the reign of Queen Mary. He was c:ptain of the isle of Jersey under Henry VIII. Poems by Vaux are in ‘Toitel's Miscellany, and no less than thirteen short pieces of his composition are in a second miscellany, (prompted, no doubt, by the unexempled success of Tottel's collection), entitled 'The Paradise of Dainty Devices, 1576.'--NICHOLAS GRIMOALD (circa 1520–1563), a rhetorical lecturer in Oxford University, has two translations from the Latin of Philip Gaultier and Beza in ‘Toitel's Miscellany,' both of which are in blank verse. wrote also several small poems.*

*-RICHARD EDWARDS (circa 15231566) was the most valuable contributor to the Dainty Devices.' Ile was master of the singing-boys of the royal chapel, and is known as a writer of court interludes and masks. His verses, entitled 'Amantium Iræ,' are among the best of the miscellaneous poems of that age. -WILLIAM HUNNIS, who died in 1568, was also attached to Edward VI.'s chapel, and afterwards master of the boys of Queen Elizabeth's chapel. He translated the Psalms, and wrote some religious treatises and scriptural interludes. Mr. Hallam considers that Hunnis should be placed as high as Vaux or Edwarus, were his productions all equal to one little piece (a song which we subjoin); “buttoo often,' adds the critic, he falls into trivial morality and a ridiculous excess of alliteration.' These defects characterise most of the minor poets of this period -Drayton, in one of his poetical episiles, mentions SIR FRANCIS BRYAN, nephew to Lord Berners, the translator of Froissart, as a contributor tu Tottel's Miscellany;' and GEORGE BOLEYN, VISCOUNT ROCHFORT (brother of Anne Buleyn), has been named as another contributor. The contemporary impression of their talents was great, and both were almost adored at court, though Boleyn was sacrificed by Henry VIII. on a revolting and groundless charge. We may mention, as illustrating the popularity of the first English

Miscellany' (that of Tottel), that it appears to have caught the attention of Shakspeare, who has transplanted some lines from it into his ‘Hamlet,' and that it soothed tbe confinement of Mary Queen of Scots, who is said to have written two lines from one of the poems with a diamond on a window in Fotheringay Castle. The lines are:

And from the top of all my trust,
Mishap hath thrown me in the dust.

* In a sonnet by Sir Egerton Brydges on the death of Sir Walter Scott, is a fine line often quoted :

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.
The same sentiment had been thus expressed by Grimoald :

In working wellif travel you sustain.
Into the wind shall lightly pass the pain,
But of the deed the glory shall remain.

On a Contented Mind.- By Lord Vaux.-- From the Paradise of

Dainty Devices, 1576. When all is done and said,

Companion none is like In the end thus shall you finc,

Unto the mind alone; He most of all doth bathe in bliss

For many have been harmed by speech; That hath a quiet mind:

Through thinking, few or none. And, clear from worldly cares,

Fear oftentimes restraineth words, To deem can be content

But makes not thought to cease; The sweetest time in all his life

Aud he speaks best that hath the skill In thinking to be spent.

When for to hold his peace. The body subject is

Our wealth leaves us at death; To fickle Fortune's power,

Our kinsmen at the grave; And to a million of mishaps

But virtues of the mind into Is casual every hour:

The heavens with us we have. And death in time doth change

Wherefore, for virtue's sake.
It to a clod of clay;

I can be well content,
When, as the mind, which is divine, The sweetest time of all my life
Runs never to decay.

To dcem in thinking spent. Amantium Iræ Amoris Redintegratio Est. -By Richard Edwards.

From the same.
In going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept,
1 heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept.
She sighed sore, and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to rest,
That would not ceuse, but cried still, in sucking at her breast.
She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child;
She rocked it, and rated it, until on her it smiled;
Then did she say: * Now have I found the proverb true to prove,
The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.'
Then took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for to write,
In register for to remain of such a worthy wight.
As she proceeded thus in song unto her little brat,
Much matter uttered she of weight in place whereas she sat;
And proved plain, there was no beast, nor creature bearing life,
Could well be known to live in love without discórd and strife;
Then kissed she her little babe, and sware by God above,
• The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.'

I marvel much, pardie,' quoth she, "for to behold the rout,
To see man, woman, boy and beast, to toss the world about; (smile,
Some kneel, some crouch, some beck, some check, and some can smoothlý
Aud some embrace others in arms, and there think many a wile.
Some stand aloof at cap and knee, some humble, and some stout,
Yet are they never friends indeed until they once fall out.'
Thus ended she her song, and said, before she did remove:
• The falling out of faithful friends renewiug is of love.'

Song.–By William Tunnis.— From the Same.

When first mine eyes did view and mark

Thy beauty fair for to behold,
And when mine ears 'gan first to hark

The pleasant words that thou me told,
I would as then I had been free
Vrom ears to hear and eyes to see.

>

And when in mind I did consent

To follow thus my fancy's will,
And when my heart did first relent

To taste such bait myself to spill,
I would my heart had been as thine,
Or else thy heart as soft as miue.
O flatterer false ! thou traitor born-

What mischief more might thou devise
Than thy dear friend to have in scorn,

And him to wound in sundry wise,
Which still a friend pretends to be,
But art not so by proof, I see

Fie, fie upon such treachery!
A Praise of his Lady.--Said to be by George Boleyn, beheaded in 1536.

Also claimed for John Heywood.--From Tottel's Miscellany. Give place, you ladies, and be gone;

Her roseal colour comes and goes Boast not yourselves at all,

With such a comely grace, For here at hand approacheth one

More ruddier too than doth the rose, Whose face will stain you all.

Within her lively face The virtue of her lively looks

At Bacchus' feast none shall her meet, Excels the precious stone;

Ne at no wanton play, I wish to have none other books

Nor gazing in au open street, To read or look upon.

Nor gadding as astray. In each of her two crystal eyes

The modest mirth that she doth use, Smileth a naked boy ;

Is mixed with shamefastuess; It would you all in heart suffice

All vice she wholly doth refuse,
To see that lamp of joy.

And hateth idleness.
I think Nature hath lost the mould O Lord, it is a world to see
Where she her shape did take ;

How virtue cau repair,
Or else I doubt if Nature could

And deck her in such modesty, So fair a creature make,

Whom nature made so fair! She may be well compared

Truly she doth as far excel Unto the Phenix kind,

Our women now-a-days, Whose like was never seen or heard, As doth the gilly-flower a weed, That any man can find.

And more a thousand ways. In life she is Diana chaste;

How might I do to get a graff
In truth Penelope ;

Of this uuspotted tree?
In word and eke in deed steadfast; For all the rest are plain but chaff
What will you more we say ?

Which seem good corn to be.
If all the world were sought so far, This gift alone I shall her give :
Who could find such a wight?

Wheu Death doth what he can, Her beauty twinkleth like a star

Her honest fame shall ever live Within the frosty night.

Within the mouth of man.

TIIOMAS TUBSER.

Tuomas TUSSER, author of the first didactic poem in the language, was born about 1515, of an ancient family, had a good education, and commenced lile at court, under the patronage of Lord Paget. Afterwards he practised farming successively at Ratwood in Sussex, Ipswich, Fairsted in Essex, Norwich, and other places; but not succeeding in that walk, le betook himself to other occupations, amongst which were those of a chorister and, it is said, a fiddler. As might be expected of one so inconstant, he did not prosper in the world, but died poor in London, in 1580.

Tusser's poem, entitled a Hondreth Good Points of Husbandrie,' which was first published in 1557, is a series of practical directions for farming, expressed in simple and inelegant, but not always dull verse, It was afterwards expanded by other writers, and published under the title of 'Five Hundroth Points of Good Húsbandrie ;' the last of a considerable number of editions appeared in 1710.

Directions for Cultivating a Hop-garden.
Whom fancy persuadeth, among other crops,
To have for his spending sufficient of hops,
Must willingly follow, of choices to choose,
Such lessons approved, as skilful do use.
Ground gravelly, sandy, and mixed with clay,
Is naughty for hops, any manner of way,
Or if it be mingled with rubbish and stone,
For dryness and barrenness let it alone.
Choose soil for the hop of the rottenest mould,
Well dunged and wrought, as a garden-plot should;
Not far from the water, but not overflown,
This lesson, well noted, is meet to be known.
The sun in the south, or else southly and west,
Is joy to the hop, as a welcome guest;
But wind in the north, or else northerly east,
To the hop is as ill as a fay in a feast.
Meet plot for a hop-yard once found as is told,
Make thereof account, as of jewel of gold;
Now dig it, and leave it, the sun for to burn,
And afterwards fence it, to serve for that turn,
The hop for his profit I thus do exalt,
It strengtheneth drink, and it favoureth malt;
And being well brewed, long kept it will last,
And drawing abide-if ye draw not too fast.

Housewiely Physic.
Good huswife provides, ere a sickness do come,
Of sundry good things in her house to have some.
Good Aqua compositu, and vinegar tart,
Rose water, and treacle, to comfort thine heart.
Cold herbs in her garden, for agues that buri,
That overstrong heat to good temper may turn.
White endive, and succory, with spinach enow;
All such with good pot-herbs, should follow the plough.)
Get water of fumitory, liver to cool,
And others the like or else lie like a fool.
Conserves of barbary, quincts, and such,
With syrups that easeth the sickly so much.
Ask Medicus' counsel, ere medicine ye take,
And honour that man for necessity's sake.
Though thousands hate physic, because of the cost,
Yet thousands it helpeth, that else should be lost,