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His productions were printed by himself, with the arrogant

title of “ Poesis Redeviva, or Poesie REVIVED." London, 1656, 12mo. How far this rhyming physician promoted the revival of the Muses, will best appear by the following specimen.


SPRING of beauty, mine of pleasure,
Why so like a miser treasure ?
Or a richer jewel set
In a viler cabinet ?

Virtue and vice
Know but one price;
Seem both allied ;
Ne’er distinguish’d if ne'er tried.

The sun's as fair, as bright as you, And yet expos’d to public view : Who, if envious grown, or proud, He masks his beauty in a cloud,

The wind and rain
Him back again
In sighs and tears
Woo, till smiling he appears.

Ceruse nor Stibium can prevail,
No art repairs where age makes fail,
Then, Euphormia, be not still
A prisoner to a fonder will;
Nor let's in vain
Thus nature blame,
'Cause she confines
To barren grounds the richer mines.



These gentlemen were joint authors of a 12mo. volume, twice

published in 1655 and 1656, under the title of “ Musarum “Deliciæ," from whence the subsequent fanciful little

poem is extracted. The former was born in 1598, and died in 1670. Having studied

at Corpus Christi College, Oxford, for some years, he became equally remarkable for the versatility of his talents, and the variety of his occupations. We find him successively a militia officer, commander of a troop of horse, captain of a ship, vice admiral, governor of Dover Castle, and chief comptroller of the Navy. Besides being a great traveller, and singularly well versed in marine affairs, and ship building, Wood tells us he was “ an honest and stout “man, generous and religious, and well skilled in physic “and chymistry.” To complete all, he was poetically given, and is said not only to have assisted Suckling in his compositions, but to have ridiculed him and his runaway troop, in a well-known ballad. (Vide Percy, Vol. II.

p. 327, 4th edit.) Smith was born about 1604, educated at Christ Church and

Lincoln Colleges, in Oxford; afterwards chaplain at sea to H. lord Holland, and domestic chaplain to Tho. lord Cleveland; and amongst other preferments, on his Majesty's return, became canon and chaunter in Exeter cathedral. In 1661 he took the degree of D.D. and died in 1667. In “Wit restored," a miscellany already quoted, many of his pieces are to be met with.


[From 78 lines.]

When the monthly-horned queen
Grew jealous, that the stars had seen
Her rising from Endymion's arms,
In rage she throws her misty charms
Into the bosom of the night,
To dim their curious prying light.

Then did the dwarfish fairy elves (Having first attir’d themselves) Prepare to dress their Oberon king In highest robes for revelling: In a cob-web shirt, more thin Than ever spider since could spin, Bleach'd by the whiteness of the show, As the stormy winds did blow It in the vast and freezing air: No shirt half so fine, so fair,

A rich waistcoat they did bring Made of the trout-fly's gilded wing."

The outside of his doublet was
Made of the four-leav'd true-love grass :

On every seam there was a lace
Drawn by the unctuous snail's slow trace;
To it the purest silver thread
Compar'd did look like dull pale lead.
Each button was a sparkling eye
Ta’en from the speckled adder's fry,
Which in a gloomy night, and dark,
Twinkled like a fiery spark :
And, for coolness, next his skin,
'Twas with white poppy lin’d within.

A rich mantle he did wear
Made of tinsel gossamer ;
Be-starred over with a few
Diamond drops of morning dew.

His cap was all of ladies'-love ; So passing light, that it did move, If any humming gnat or fly But buzz’d the air in passing by. About it was a wreath of pearl, Dropp'd from the eyes of some poor girl,

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