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NOTES AND QUERIES. 



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Dine with Duke Humfrey in decayed Paules, 

 Confound the streets with chaos of old broiles, 

 Dancing attendance on the Blackfriers stage, 

 Call for a stoole with a commanding rage ; 

 Nor in the night time ope mj- ladle's latcb, 

 Lest I were scared by th' all-seeing watch ; 

 Which critique knaves, with pearcing eye. 

 Into men's acts observantly do prye." 



Sixty Satyricall Epigrams follow, from wliich 

 Dr. Bliss has selected the following : — 

 21. 

 " Tom vow'd to beat his boy against the wall. 

 And as he strook he forthwith caught a fall ; 

 The boy deriding said, ' I will averre 

 Y' have done a thing you cannot stand to, sir.' " 



32. 

 " Neat Barber Trim, I musfcommend thy care, 

 Who doeat all things exactly to a haire." 



53. 

 " Shoe-makers are the men, without all doubt, 

 Be 't good or bad, that set all things on foot." 



54. 

 " A Glazier which endeavors to reap gaines, 

 Endureth toyle — is troubled with much panes." 



John No7'den, author of Labyrinth of Man's Life, 

 or Virtue's Delight and Envys Opposite, 1614. 

 The following is the specimen which Dr. Bliss has 

 selected : — 



" Description of Virtue and Envy. 

 " Her looks were loving, beauty sun-light bright ; 



Her stature tall ; above the clouds in height ; 



Her arms extended infinitely farre, 



And on her breast a brazen shield for warre. 



One hand a scepter, her other hand did hold 



A sword, her head a diadem of gold ; 



Instead of pearles, rich, to adorne the same. 



There streamd from it a farre extending flame. 



Over her head a rich pavilion set. 



Azure coloured, which in circle met ; 



Under her feet a pavement strangely spred, 



Layd and compact, of ghastly bodies dead. 



Attendant on this lady grave I sawe 

 A hideous hagge, clad with rent leaves of lawe, 

 For impious ones, that only worke disdaine. 

 To seeme upright, seeke shrowde for outward staine. 

 This hagge was ougl)', coloured pale and wan, 

 • Her face puft up, she coverd with a fan ; 

 Her ej'es were fiery, teeth of ghastly shape, 

 A sword-like tongue, seene when the hagge did gape ; 

 Lyon like, her clawes in handes and feet were set, 

 And when she grypd her ugly tallandes met ; 

 Her nostrills wide, her breath a stinking sent ; 

 Her stature lowe, her bodie corpulent. 

 Her hands were both the left, she had no right. 

 Her armes seem'd great, with bow-and-arrowes dight. 

 Her life she leades in darke and dismall den, 

 She comes among, but seldome seene of men. 

 She counterfeits, chamelion-like, her hew. 

 That none may know her by the outward view. 

 She's always drj', and only drinkes of blood. 

 Whereof there fliowes, where she abides, a floud." 



William JBroivne was the author of Britannia's 

 Pastorals, 1613, and The Shepherd's Pipe, in 7 

 Eclogues, 1614. Browne was a great favourite 

 with Michael Drayton, Christopher Brook, Davies 



of Hereford, George Wither, Ben Jonson, and 

 other poets of that day, particularly with Wither, 

 who wrote some of the Eclogues. The following 

 was dedicated by Wither to his friend Browne. 

 It is in imitation of Moschus and Meleager. It is 

 written in Wither's sweet pastoral style. 



« To his Milisa., 



" Loud did Cytherea cry ; 

 If you straggling Cupid spy. 

 And but bring the news to me, 

 Your reward a kisse shall be : 

 You shall, if you him restore. 

 With a kisse have something more. 



" Markes enough thff boy's known by, 

 Fiery colour, flamy ej'e ; 

 Subtill heart and sweetned mouth, 

 Faining still, but failing, truth ; 

 Daring visage, armes but small. 

 Yet can strike us Gods, and all. 



" Body naked, crafty mind, 

 Wing'd as a bird, and blind ; 

 Little bow, but wounding hearts. 

 Golden belt and leaden darts ; 

 Burning taper ; if you find him. 

 Without pity, look you bind him. 



" Pity not his tears or smiles, 

 Both are false, both forged guiles ; 

 Fly it, if a kisse he proffer. 

 Lips enchanting he will offer, 

 And his quiver, bow, and candle. 

 But none of them see you handle. 



" Poysoned they are, and such 

 As m3'self I dare not touch ; 

 Hast no sight, yet pierce the eye, ' 

 Thence unto the heart they flie. 

 Warned thus, pray take some paine 

 T' help me to my boy again. 



" Thus while Cytherea coy'd him. 

 Sweet, within thine eye I spy'd him : 

 Thence he slily shot at mine, 

 Btrook my heart, and crept to thine. 

 Pay, you sweet, the promist fee, 

 Him, I'll swear, I did not see." 



Dr. Bliss says, under the name of Thomas New- 

 ton, " I find the following extract to his Atropoion, 

 or the Death of Delia, with the Tears of her Fune- 

 ral, 1608, in reference to Newton's funeral tribute 

 to Queen Elizabeth, the whole of which is pub- 

 lished in Nichols's Progresses." 

 " Cease, nymphes, with teares to overcharge your eies, 

 For Delia weeps not now that she hath left ye ; 

 Comfort 3'ourselues in earth, for she in skies 



Comforted is by them which late bereft ye : 

 So many yeeres the Gods did let ye keep her, 



In tender love for to support your peace; 

 But, being gone, it naught avails to weepe her. 



She now enjoj'es a crowne of longer lease. 

 Let this suiSce, how looth she was to part 



So long as she had tongue, hand, eye, or breath. 

 Till when one quire of angels tooke her heart, 

 She then did welcome joies, and farewell earth. 

 Where once ech soule his Delia's soule shall see 

 Crown'd in another kiude of majestic." 



Anecdotes. — In refutation of a report that New- 

 ton was the author of a play written by Christopher 



