A schole of guile, a net of deepe deceit, A raging cloud that runnes before the winde; An idle boy that sleepes in pleasure's lap: 1. "The match that's made for iust & true respects, 2. For where chast loue and liking sets the plant, 3. Sound is the knot that chastitie hath tyde, 4. Where chastnesse fayles, ther concord will decay, 5. I, chastitie, restraine all strange desires, I, plentie, spare, and spend as cause requires. VOL. X. 6. Make 6. Make much of vs, all yee that married bee, The time may come, to want and wish all three. Of the songs of sadness and piety, a specimen may be found in the present volume, p. 187-9. The whole number is thirty-five, of which the last two are "the funerall songs" of Sir Philip Sidney. J. H. ART. V. Lucasta. Posthumous Poems of Richard Lovelace, Esq. These honours come too late That on our ashes waite. MART. LIB. I. Efig. 26. London: Printed by Wm. Godbid for Clement Darby. 1659. Sm. 8vo. pp. 107. Although some account of this now (comparatively) scarce volume of one of the most pleasing of our early poets has been given in a former * Number, I cannot but think that some additional extracts from it will not be unacceptable. "The dedication to the Right Honorable John Lovelace, Esq." by Dudly Posthumus Lovelace (a brother of the author) is not unworthy of the name; and spite of the diffidence of its writer discovers a vein, which even in this polished era would not be censured as deficient in smoothness and talent; indeed it appears to me to possess an arrangement and phraseology characteristic of a much later period. An orphan grown, she bows to you! For, conscious how unfit I am, And leave her tears to plead the rest." The following song by Richard Lovelace recommends itself as much by its neatness, as by its didactic turn. "Song. 1. "Strive not, vain lover, to be fine; Thy silk's the silk-worme's, and not thinė; 2. Be truly fine then, and your self dress In her fair soul's immac'late glass: Perhaps to see what a true fineness is; When all your gawdenes will fit Those only that are poor in wit: 1 She that a clinquant outside doth adore, Dotes on a gilded statue, and no more." The following address to the "Ant," is accompanied with a playfulness of muse, which I think would hardly suffer in a comparison with some of the lighter pieces of our late lamented Cowper, who might not have disdained a competition with the elegant Lovelace. "The Ant. 1. "Forbear thou great good husband, little ant, 2. Cease, large example of wise thrift, a while, 3. Lucasta, she that holy makes the day, And 'stills new life in fields of Fucillemort; 4. Austere and cynick! not one hour t' allow, To lose with pleasure what thou get'st with pain: But drive, on sacred festivals, thy plow; Tearing high-ways with thy orecharged wain? Not Not all thy life time one poor minute liue, 5. Look up then, miserable ant, and spie Thy fatal foes, for breaking of her law: 6. Thus we unthrifty thriue within earth's tomb, Thinking to saue all, we cast all away." To this volume was prefixed a portrait by Hollar, from a drawing by Francis Lovelace, also a brother of the author, but which is rarely found with it. Mr. Richardson however has copied it with great accuracy.* This portrait differs materially from the painting in Dulwich College, (engraved lately by Clamp for the Biographical Mirror) which discovers much more of "the most amiable and beautiful person that eye euer beheld," (Wood's Athena) than the former. Dulwich College also is a portrait of Althea, but without any clue to lead to the discovery of the lady who has been so fortunately immortalized. Mr. Lysons, in his Environs of London, speaks of her as the same with Lucasta. I am not aware of any authority for In * Granger speaks of another portrait of Lovelace by Faithorne; but which I have never seen or heard of but from Granger, |