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of Scotland, espoused to King James the Fourth of that Name: in the Dayes of her most puissaunt and magnificent Father, Henry the Seaventh of England, Fraunce and Ireland, King.
Wherein is rehearsed hir godly Life, her Constancy and perfit Patience in Time of Infortune, her godly and last Farewel taken of all noble Estates at the Howre of her Death, the Ninth Day of March, 1577, at her House of Hackney, in the Countie of Midlesex : and now Iyeth enterred the Thyrd of April, in the Chappel of King Henry the Seaventh, her worthy Grandfather, 1578, and Anno 20 of our Soveraigne, Lady Queene Elizabeth, by God's Permission, of England, Fraunce and Irelande, Queene.”
The Poem is thus inscribed :
“To all Right Noble, Honorable, Godlye and Worshipfull Ladyes, John Phillip wisheth the feare of God, prosperitie and peace in Jesus Christ."
I subjoin the following specimen:
All flesh is grasse, and doth wither away,
Even as the flower that doth partch with the sunne, No physick can serve our lyves for to staye
When the clockes past, and the hower full runne.
But how or when, no mortall man doth knowe,
Some by long sicknesse thyr lyves do resigne,
Some with the sworde are constrained to dye, And some by famine to earth do incline,
And some in the floudes deepe drentched do lye,
Subject to miseries we are on the earth,
No charter of life is graunted to man,
Our time is but short, our dayes are not long, Our substaunce is death, and do what we can,
To earth we shall tourne be we never so stronge.
When, or in what sort, he shall us arest,
Consider that time runnes on without stay,
If he once passe by he will not turne back;
For the web of this lyfe runnes still unto wrack.
For such as live carelesse, glorying in sinne,
At the end is
“ Yours at commaunde in the Lord, John Phyllips.
Imprinted at London, by John Charlewood, dwelling in Barbycan, at the signe of the Halfe Eagle and Key."
A FIG FOR MOMUS.
I AM indebted to my friend Mr. G. Chalmers for an opportunity of describing the following most rare and curious work.
This I presume to be the first Collection of Satires, so named and intended in the English language. This work Warton had never seen, and what his indefatigable research had not discovered, cannot be of every days occurrence. In his Catalogue of English Satirists, Warton gives precedence to Hall, but Halls Toothlesse Sutyrs, Poetical, Academical, Moral, were published in 1597. Meres observes, “ As Horace, Lucilius; Juvenal, Persius and Lucullus are the best for Satyre among the Latins, so with us in the same faculty, these are chiefe: Piers Plowman, Lodge, Hall of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge, the author of PIGMALIONS IMAGE, &c.” Commenting on this passage, Warton says, (see the sheets of the fourth volume which were printed p. 80.) “I have never seen Lodges Satires, unless his ALARUM AGAINST USURERS containing tried experiences against worldly abuses, and its Appendis, his History of Forbonius and Prisænia, may be considered under that character.
I now therefore proceed to describe this literary curiosity.
“ A FIG FOR MOMUS,
Pleasant Varietie, included in Satyres, Eclogues and Epistles, by T. L. of Lincolns Inne, Gent.
At London, for Clement Knight, and are to bee solde at his Shop at the Little North Doore of Pauls Church. 1595."
It is inscribed “ To the right honorable and tlirice renowned Lord William, Earle of Darbie.”
When the early period is considered, at which these Satires were written, the reader will haturally be surprised at the extraordinary ease and melody of the verse. I give the first Satire at length
TO MASTER E. DIG.
Digbie, whence comes it that the world begins
That cries when his lame poesie he heares,
the nicest eares. This makes Amphidius welcome to good cheere, And spend his master fortie poundes a yeere, And keep his (4) plaise-mouthed wife in welts and
guardes, For flatterie can never want rewardes; And therefore Humfrey holdes this paradox, Tis better be a foole then be a fox, For folly is rewarded and respected, Where subtiltie is hated and rejected; Selfe-will doth frowne when honest zeale reproves (5), To heare good counsell error never loves. Tell pursie Rollus, lurking (6) in his bed, That humours by excessive ease are bred ; That sloth corrupts and choakes the vital} sprights And kils the memorie and hurts the lights (7): He will not sticke after a cup of sacke To flout his counsellor behind his backe; For with a world of mischiefes and offence, Unbridled will rebelles against the sence, And thinketh it no little prejudice To be reprooved though by good advice ; For wicked men repine their sinnes to heare, And folly flings (8) if counsaile tuch him neare. Tell Sextus wife, whose shoes are under-layd (9) Her gate is girlish, and her foote is splayd, Sheele raile with open mouth as Marllat dooth; But if you praise her, though you speake not sooth, You shall be welcome both to bed and bord, And use her selfe, her husband, and his sword. (10) Tell bleer-eid Linus that his sight is cleere, Heele pawne himselfe to buy thee bread and beere; 7