V. UPON THE SUDDEN RESTRAINT OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET (Oct. 18, 1615.) AZZLED thus with height of place, But if greatness be so blind As to trust in towers of air, That at least the fall be fair. Then, though darkened, you shall say, Virtue is the roughest way, But proves at night a bed of down. H. W. "Rel. Wotton." Also as Wotton's in Sancroft's MS.,Tann. 465, fol. 61 verso; in MS. Rawl. Poet. 147, p. 97, with the erased title, "Sr H. W. on ye Duke of Somer. ;" and in Clark's "Aurea Legenda," 1682, p. 97. In some less authorized copies it is represented as addressed "to the Lord Bacon, when falling from favour." See Park's Walpole, "R. and N. A.," vol. ii. p. 208, note; and "Notes and Queries," vol. i. p. 302. VI. TO A NOBLE FRIEND IN HIS SICKNESS.1 NTIMELY fever, rude insulting guest, nious heat Dare to distune his well-composed rest Whose heart so just and noble strokes did beat? What if his youth and spirits well may bear may miss. Had not that blood, which thrice his veins did yield, Been better treasured for some glorious day, At farthest West to paint the liquid field, And with new worlds his Master's love to pay? But let those thoughts, sweet Lord, repose awhile; H. W. "Rel. Wotton." In MS. Rawl. Poet. 147, p. 101, it is entitled "On the Duke of Buckingham sick of a fever;" and has the signature " Sr. Henry Wotton." VII. ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA.1 (Circ. 1620.) OU meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, You curious chanters of the wood, That warble forth Dame Nature's lays, By your weak accents; what's your praise, You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known As if the spring were all your own; "Rel. Wotton." It was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's "Sixth Set of Books," &c., and is found in many MSS., e.g. MS. Tann. 465, fol. 43, and MS. Malone 19, 23, title, "To the Spanish Lady;" i e. the Infanta. Found also anonymously in "Wit's Recreations," 1640, and in "Wit's Interpreter," 1671, p. 267, and with a second part in "Cantus, Songs and Fancies," &c., Aberdeen, 1682 (third edition), No. LIV. There are additional verses in several of these copies. So, when my mistress shall be seen H. W. VIII. TEARS AT THE GRAVE OF SIR WHO WAS BURIED AT SOUTHAMPTON: WEPT BY SIR H. WOTTON.1 (Died Nov. 1625.) ILENCE in truth would speak my sorrow best, For deepest wounds can least their feelings tell; Yet let me borrow from mine own unrest But time to bid him, whom I loved, farewell. O my unhappy lines! you that before Have served my youth to vent some wanton cries, And now, congealed with grief, can scarce implore Strength to accent,-Here my Albertus lies! "Rel. Wotton." and Walton's Life of Wotton." Also in MS. Rawl. Poet. 147, p. 107. This is the sable stone, this is the cave And womb of earth that doth his corpse embrace; While others sing his praise, let me engrave These bleeding numbers to adorn the place. Here will I paint the characters of woe; Here will I pay my tribute to the dead; And here my faithful tears in showers shall flow, To humanize the flints whereon I tread: Where, though I mourn my matchless loss alone, But is he gone? and live I rhyming here, Dwell thou in endless light, discharged soul, Freed now from Nature's and from Fortune's trust! While on this fluent globe my glass shall roll, And run the rest of my remaining dust. |