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praysed for hys good successe to the greate terror and feare of the enemie, he beeing a man of meane calling to deale with so mightie a monarke.
The Poem commences thus:
THE TRUE AND
PERFECTE NEWES OF THE
WORTHY. AND, VALIANT EXPLOYTES ATCHIVED AND DOONE BY THAT VALIANT
KNIGHT, SIR FRAU NCIS DRAKE.
Tryumph, O England, and rejoyce,
In countryes strange, both farre and neere,
Yee worthy wights that doo delighte,
Such rare exploytes performde and doone,
Josua, cap. Ŝ.
First call to mind how Gedeon,
He did suppresse idolatry,
So likewise by Gods mighty hande,
And many captives did sette free,
Twenty five ships were then preparde,
With masters good and marriners yare
The best navigators in this lande,
In countryes straunge beyond the sea,
SIR FRANCIS HUBERT.
THE name of this English Poet does not appear, either in the first or last edition of Phillips's Theatrum Poetarum, or in Ritson's Biographia Poetica. But the author of an Epic Poem, and that by no means contemptible in
plan or execution, in the spirit or harmony of versification, should not be entirely forgotten, I am happy in this opportunity of contributing to its preservation.
The following Poem is in the British Museum.
" THE HISTORIE OF EDWARD THE SECOND), SURNAMED CARNARVON, one of our English Kings, together with the Fatall Down-fall of his two unfortunate Favorites, Gaveston and Spencer. Now published by the Author thereof, according to the true originall Copie, and purged from those foule Errors and Corruptions wherewith that spurious and surreptitious Peece which lately came forth, under the same Tytle, was too much defiled and deformed.
With the Addition of some other Observations, both of Use and Ornament. By F. H. Knight.
London. Printed by B. A. and T. F. for L. Chapman, and are to be sold at the upper end of Chancery Lane. 1629.”
Prefixed is a head of the unfortunate Edward ; and the Poem is dedicated to the Authors“
very loving Brother, Mr. Richard Hubert."
This Poem must have been of some notoriety in its day, for the Author complains that a surreptitious copy had been industriously circulated. The dedication to the author's brother thus con cludes:
“And so humbly desiring the Almighty to blesse you, both in soule, body and estate, I rest not
your Servant, according to the new and fine but false phrase of the time, but in honest old English, your loving Brother and true Friend for
The following is a specimen of the Poem:
O sacred vertue, what a powerfull guard
But they both see and tast, and love and nourish
What understandinge soule, that doth not know,
Hee shall be ever able to command
Flight was our best defence, and flye we did,
A gloomie night concluded his faire morne,
O what is honou but an exhalation?
A ceasing sweet, like Danaes golden shoure,
There breeds a little beast by Nilus streames,
Borne, old, and dead, and all but in a day:
How much more happy is that sweet estate,
But living to itselfe in sweet content,
He lives indeed, and spendes his course of time
His soul and body make one comon wealth,