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NOTES AND QUERIES. 



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They are transcribed from a manuscript in the 

 Bodleian." 



" In Laudem Libri et Itineris Primi Thome Coriati, 



"As eloquence upon a trotting nagge 



out-ambles Wisdom in a morris daunce, 

 or, as the waves doe over-flush the crag- 



gie rocks of Fortune on the shoares of Fraunee, 

 or, as your monkie, playing with his taj'le 



shewes a fayr body, and berayes a scholler, 

 so, have you here the man and bis travaj'le» 



who had no leader, nor shall have a foU-or." 



Thomas Bastard. Ant. Wood calls him a most 

 excellent epigrammist ; and being always ready 

 to versify upon any subject, did let nothing mate- 

 rial escape his fancy, as his compositions running 

 through several hands in MS. show. He was the 

 author of Chrestoloros, Seven BooJtes of Epi- 

 grammes, 1598. 



" Ad Thomam Strangwaies. 



" Strangwaies, leave London and her sweet contents. 



Or bring them down to me, and make me glad, 

 And give one month to country merriments ; 



Give me a few days for the years I had. 

 The poets' songs and sports we will read over. 



Which in their golden quire they have resounded, 

 And spill our readings one upon another, 



And read our spillings, sweetly so confounded. 

 Nulam * shall lend us light in midst of day, 



When to the even valley we repair; 

 When we delight ourselves with talk or play. 



Sweet, with the infant grass and virgin air ; 

 These in the heat, but in the even, later, 



We'll walk the meads, and read trouts in the water." 



Sir Walter Raleigh. The additions which Dr. 

 Bliss has made to Sir Walter's life are many and 

 very interesting, and among them I find the fol- 

 lowing poems. 



In allusion to his devirginating the daughter of 

 Sir Nich. Throckmorton, as Wood calls it, Dr. 

 Bliss has inserted the following lines from one of 

 Raleigh's poems : — 



" But in vain she did conjure him 

 To depart her presence so ; 

 Having a thousand tongues failure him. 

 And but one to bid him go. 

 When lips invite. 

 And eyes delight, 

 And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, 

 Persuade delay 

 And boots to say, 

 Forego me now, come to me soon." 



The following poem was written by Sir Walter's 

 only son, born while the father was prisoner in the 

 Tower of London. It is inserted in Lawes's Ayres 

 and Dialogues, 1653, and was set to music by him : 



" Careless of love and free from fears, 

 I sate and gazed on Stella's eyes, 

 Thinking my reason, or my yeai-s, 

 Might keep me safe from all surprise. 



" But love, that hath been long despised. 

 And made the baud to others trust, 



• His residence. 



Finding his deity surprised 

 And chang'd into degenerate lust, 



" Summon'd up all his strength and power. 

 Making his face his magazine. 

 Where Virtue's grace, and Beauty's flowre. 

 He placed his Godhead to redeem. 



" So that too late (alas !) I finde 

 No steeled armour is of proof. 

 Nor can the best-resolved minde. 

 Revest her beauty and her youth. 



" But yet the folly to untwist, 



That loving I deserve no blame, 

 Were it not Atheisme to resist 

 Where Goddes themselves conspire her flame? " 



" The following lines," Dr. Bliss says, " are 

 given to Raleigh on the authority of a MS. in tlie 

 Bodleian, Rawl. poet. 85. They are now, I be- 

 lieve, printed for the first time : 



" As you came from the Holy Land 

 Of Walsinghame, 

 Met you not Avith mj' true love 

 By the way as you came ? 



" How shall I know your true love, 

 That hath met many a one, 

 As I went to the Holy Land, 



That have come, that have gone ? 



" She is neyther whyte nor browne. 

 Butt as the heavens fayre ; 

 There is none hathe a forme so divine 

 In the earth, or the ayre. 



" Such a one did I meet, good Sir, 

 Such an angelyke face. 

 Who like a queene, like a nymph did appear,. 

 By her gate, by her grace. 



" She hath left me here all alone. 

 All alone, as unknowne. 

 Who sometymes did me lead with herselfe. 

 And me lov'd as her owne. 



" What's the cause that she leaves you alone. 

 And a new waye doth take ; 

 Who lov'd 3'ou once as your owne 

 And her joye did you make? 



" I have lov'd her all my youth 

 Butt no ould as you see, 

 Love lykes not the falling fruit 

 From the witheryd tree.* 



" Know that love is a careless chyld, 

 And forgetts promyse paste ; 

 He is blynde, he is deaflfe when he lyste, 

 And in faythe never faste. 



" His desyre is dureless contente. 

 And a trustless joye ; 

 He is wonne with a world of despayrc. 

 And is lost with a toye. 

 " Of women kynde suche indeed is the love, 

 Or the word love abused, 

 Under which many childish devyces 

 And conceytes are excused. 



* Very similar are Raleigh's expressions on this subject 

 in Us Instructions to his Son. " Let thy time of Mar- 

 riage be in the young and strong years ; for believe it 

 ever the young wife betrayeth the old husband, and she 

 that had thee not in thy flower will despise thee in thy 

 fall."— Birch's Works. 



