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NOTES AND QUERIES. 



[No. C3. 



30?., and other like sums, for a copy ; whereas, as 

 many shillings is about the value of the later 

 editions. 



The notes by the Reformers from the margin 

 of the Geneva version, have been reprinted with 

 what is usually called King James' version, tlie one 

 now in use, in the editions printed at Amsterdam, 

 at the beginning of the seventeenth century. 



■nr. 



POEMS DISCOVERED AMONG THE PAPERS OF SIR 

 KENELM DIGBY. 



Mr. Halliwell (Vol. ii., p. 238.) says that he 

 does not believe my MS. of the " Minde of the 

 Lady Venetia Digby " can be an autogi'aph. I 

 have reason to think that he is right from discover- 

 ing another MS. written in the same hand as the 

 above, and containing two poems without date or 

 signature, neither of which (I believe) are Ben 

 Jonson's. I enclose the shorter of the two, and 

 should feel obliged if any of your correspondents 

 could tell me the author of it, as this would throw 

 some light upon the writer of the two MSS. 



THE HOUREOLASSE. 



Doe but eonsifler tliis small dust running in this glasse, 



By atoms moved ; 

 Would you believe that this the body ever was 



Of one that loved ; 

 Who in his mistresse flames playing like a fly, 



Burnt to cinders by her eye ? 

 Yes ! and in death as life unblcst, 



To have it e.xprest 

 Even ashes of lovers have no rest. 



I also enclose a copy of another poem I have 

 discovered, which appears to me very curious, 

 and, from the date, written the very year of the 

 visit of Prince Charles and Buckingham to the 

 court of Spain. Has it ever been printed, and 

 who is the author ? 



What sodaine chanjje hath dark't of late 



The glory of the Arcadian state ? 

 The fleecy flocks refuse to feede, 

 The Lanibes to play, the Ewes to breede, 

 The altars make(s) the otferinges burne 

 That Jack and Tom may safe returne. 



Tlie Springe neglectes his course to keepe, 



The Ay re continual stormes do weepe. 

 The pretty Birdes disdaine to singe, 

 The iNIaides to smile, the woods to springe, 

 The Mountalnes droppe, the valleys morne 

 Till Jack and Tom do safe returne. 



What may that be that mov'd this woo? 

 Whose want afflicts Arcadia so? 



The hope of Greece, the proppe of artes, 



Was prin'y Jack, the joy of hartes. 

 And Tom wns to his lloyall Vaw 

 His trusty swaync, his chiefest maw. 



The loftye Toppes of Menalus 



Did shake with winde from Hesperus, 

 Whose sweete delitioiis Ayre did fly 

 Through all the Boundes of A ready. 

 Which mov'd a vaine in Jack and Tom 

 To see the coast the winde came from. 



This winde was love, which Princes state 

 To Pages turn, but who can hate 



Where equall fortune love procures. 



Or equall love success assures? 



So virtuous Jack shall bring from Greece 

 The Beautyous prize, the Golden fleece. 



Love is a world of many paines, 



Where coldest hills, and hottest playnes, 

 Witli barren rockes and fertill fieldes 

 By tnrne despalre and comforte yeldes ; 

 But who can doubt of prosperous lucke 

 Where Love and fortune both conducte? 



Thy Grandsire great, and father too. 

 Were thine examples thus to doe, 

 Whose brave attempts, in heate of love, 

 Both France and Denmark did approve. 

 For Jack and Tom do nothing newe 

 When Love and Fortune they pursue. 



Kind shepheardes that have lov'd them long, 



Be not rashe in censuringe wronge, 



Correct your feares, leave of to mourne. 



The Heavens will favour their returne ; 



Committ your cares to Royall Pan, 



For Jack his sonne and Tom his man. 



FINIS. 



From London, 31. Martii, 1623. 



Prefaced to this poem is an extract from a letter 

 of Buckingham's to ins wife, containing an account 

 of their reception ; but it is hardly worth copying. 



H. A. B. 



WORKS OF CAMOENS. 



Having been requested by a foreign nobleman 

 to furnish him with a list of the editions of the 

 works of Camoens, and of the various translations, 

 I have prepared one ; and considering the in- 

 formation might be interesting to several of your 

 readers, I send you a copy for insertion It be- 

 sides alFcjrds an opportunity of asking after those 

 editions, to which I have added the observations. 

 The first star indicates that the works are in my 

 private collection, as are several other works re- 

 lating to that celebi'ated poet. Obras means the 

 collected works. Joun Adamson. 



Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Dec. 16. 1850. 



