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Tityrus to his fair Phillis.
[From England's Helicon.]
The silly swain, whose love breeds discontent, Thinks death a trifle, life a loathsome thing ;
Sad he looks, sad he lies : But when his fortune's malice doth relent, Then of love's sweetness he will sweetly sing :
Thus he lives, thus he dies.
Then 'Tityrus, whom love hath happy made, .
For though love at first did grieve him, ".
J. D[AVIS :). HENRY PEACHAM
Was author of “ Minerva Britanna, or a garden of heroica!
“Devises," &c.1612.4to. (a collection of Emblems in verse,
4to. &c. All works of considerable merit.
birth. If, as Mr. Ritson assumes, he is the same as “ Henry Pecham, Minister," who published “The Garden of Eloquence,” (a treatise on rhetoric,) in 1577, 4to. bl. I. he ought to be referred to the early part of the reign of Queen Elizabeth. If, on the other hand, as Mr. Malone conceives, our author is a different person, (perhaps son to the last-mentioned,) and the earliest date of his compositions 1611,(verses in “The Odcombian Banquet") he would then
rather belong to the succeeding one of James I. I have only to add, that he was born at or near St. Albans ;
assisted in educating the children of Thomas, carl of
Arundel ; and attended that nobleman into the Low Countries. In the title to his “ Minerva” he styles himself Master of Arts; and it appears that he was sometime of “ Trinity College, Cambridge.” His father was “ Mr. “ Henry Peacham, of Leverton, in Holland, in the county
" of Lincoln.” Further particulars of his history I am unable to furnish,
(though, in all probability, they might be supplied by an attentive perusal of his various publications,) and, till I have it in my power to ascertain with accuracy, either the year of his birth, or whether or not he was the author of “ The Garden of Eloquence," venture to place him between the reigns of Elizabeth and James ]
Humilibus dat Gratiam. i, i The mountains huge, that seem to check the sky,
And all the world with greatness over-peer, . With heath or moss for most part barren lie;
When valleys low doth kindly Phæbus cheer,
So God oft-times denies unto the great
The gifts of nature, or his heavenly grace, 5 And those that bigh in honour's chair are set :
Do feel their wants; when men of meaner place, Although they lack the others' golden spring, Perhaps are blest above the richest king. ? •;.,
Though life be short, and man doth, as the sun,
His journey finish in a little space,
And great the glories of a virtuous race,
Nor can night's shadow, or the Stygian deep,
Conceal fair Virtue from the world's wide eye; The more oppress’d, the more she strives to peep,
And raise her rose-bound.golden head on high : When epicures, the wretch, and worldly slave, Shall rot in shame, alive and in the grave.
..Nec in und sede morantur.
The awful sceptre, though it can compel
By powerful might great'st monarchs to obey, Love where he listeth liketh best to dwell,
And take abroad his fortune as he may: . í Ne might, or gold, can win him thence away, Whereto he is through strong affection led, Be it a paláce, or the simplest shed. : i But, Venus' infant! dread of all beneath!
Imperious fear from my sweet saint remove, And with thy soft ambrosial kisses breathe
Into her bosom meek and mildest love
With melting pity from thy queen above: That she may read, and oft remember this, And learn to love, who most beloved is.
Ad generosissimum et opt. spei juvenem Nobilem
D. C. M. in Italiam nuperrime profectum.
The Spartan virgins, ere they had compos'd
Their garlands of the fairest flowers to sight, The wholesom’st herbs they herewithal inclos’d,
And so their heads full jollily they dight, In memory of that same leach, they write, Who first brought simples, and their use to light.
So ye, brave lord, who like the heavenly sphere
Delight in moțion, and about to roam, Must learn to mix in travel far and near
With pleasure profit, that, returning home, Your skill and judgment more may make you
known Than your French suit, or lock so largely grown.