put for Robt. Chamberlain, who had complimented his "Fancies' Theater."

"Here is noe schisme, the judging eye may see
In every line a perfect harmony

And Love and Beauty, for soe great a grace,
Joy in theire lovely reconciler's face."

This publication would seem to be more rare than the preceding, from being unnoticed by Winstanley and others, who have given us notices of the former: but it has little except its rarity to recommend it. The servile mimicry of "Cowley's Mistress" will be obvious in the following specimens.

"The Retreat.

"Retreat, retreat; do you not see
As fast as you granadoes throw,
She quencheth them in pits of snow,
Intrencht about with ivory.

And when you underinine, you are
By cunning countermining crost,
And all your pioneers are lost;
Nay, all your treaties are but air.
Your cannons do no terrour sound;

Ere

For she, with penetrateless strength
Repels them :-then retreat, at length,
your own weapons give you wound."

"A Tempest.

Help, Love! or else I sink; for know
He best can help, that causeth woe :-
Help then, and with thy smoother palm,
The fury of my passion calm.
Succeeding tears in billows rise,

As they were seas met in my eyes:

My

My sighs united, proudly groan,

As the four winds combin'd in one.

Hark! how they roar :-my sighs and tears
Sure have conspir'd to tempt my fears:
See, how they swell!-now they are met,
And even a tempest do beget:

It shakes my bark, her ribs do crack,
And now my hopes expect a wrack.
Help, Love! for pity then, I pray—
Ere my poor heart be cast away."

All this is the froth or feculence of poetic wit. Writers of such love-verses sound "the very base string of humility" upon the dulcimer of apathy: or in the pastoral language of Shenstone-"'tis their's with mock passion to glow," &c. After proceeding through seventy pages, devoted to his imaginaryDulcinea, yclept OSTELLA, the poetizer commences with "Occasional copies of verses upon several subjects." Among these the most interesting appears to be stanzas addressed to the accomplished and gallant author of "Lucasta.”

"Upon my noble friend, Richard Lovelace, Esq. his being in Holland. An invitation.

"Come, Adonis, come again;

What distaste could drive thee hence,
Where so much delight did reign

Sateing ev'n the soul of sense?
And though thou unkind hast prov'd,
Never youth was more belov'd.

Then, lov'd Adonis, come away,
For Venus brooks not thy delay.

Wert thou sated with the spoil

Of so many virgins' hearts,

And, therefore didst change thy soil,

To seek fresh in other parts?

Dangers

Dangers wait on forreign game;

We have deer more sound and tame.
Then, lov'd Adonis, &c.

Phillis, fed with thy delights,
In thy absence pines away;
And Love, too, hath lost his rites;
Not one lass keeps holiday.

They have chang'd their mirth for cares,
And do onely sigh thy airs..

Then, lov'd Adonis, &c.

Elpine, in whose sager looks

Thou wert wont to take delight,
Hath forsook his drink and books
'Cause he can't enjoy thy sight:
He hath laid his learning by
'Cause his wit wants company.

Then, lov'd Adonis, come away,
For friendship brooks not thy delay.

All the swains that once did use

To converse with Love and thee,

In the language of thy Muse,
Have forgot Love's deity;

They deny to write a line,
And do only talk of thine.
Then, lov'd Adonis, &c.
By thy sweet Althea's* voice

We conjure thee to return;

Or we'll rob thee of that choice,

In whose flames each heart would burn:

That inspir'd by her and sack,

Such company we will not lack;

That poets in the age to come

Shall write of our Elisium."

• See Lovelace's Poems, p 97; or Percy's Reliques, Vol. ii. p. 329.

Like Lovelace our author must have been "in durance vile," since he makes Ostella shed "precious tears" for his imprisonment. Two prologues occur

near the end of the volume: one spoken at the Cockpit, at the coming of the Red-Bull-players thither; and the other spoken at the Red-Bull, to a play called "The Whisperer, or what you please;" a play not recorded in the Biographia Dramatica.*

I

Tatham has a few quibbling lines on the death of his father, and he informs us that his mother was Dorothy the daughter of Christopher Percy, Esq. of Manson in Dorsetshire, a justice of peace and high-sheriff of that county. close my report of this obscure publication with a tribute to the loyal brother of Henry Lawes, the composer of Milton's Comus. He was killed at the siege of Chester, and for his death King Charles I. is said to have worn a private mourning. ↑ He rivalled his brother in musical talent.

"On the report of Master William Lawes his death.

"Who says Will Lawes is dead?—had not his breath
Virtue enough to charm the spleen of Death?-
He that to discord could pure concord give,

Instructing all society to live,

Doth't come within your reason he can die,
Who bears a part in friendship's harmony?
Let not such thoughts abuse you: for the earth
Receives no musick but what was his mirth.
He dead, the melancholly world must be
Brought straight into a general lethargie:

• Tatham has a copy of verses before the "Sun's Darling," a masque, by Ford and Decker, printed in 1656.

+ See Todd's Milton, V. 209.

Yet

Yet this I guess; finding his health impair,
He made this change but for a better air."

T. P.

ART. VI. The Serpent of Deuision. Wherein is conteined the true History or Mappe of Rome's ouerthrowe, gouerned by Auarice, Enuye, and Pride, the decaye of Empires be they neuer so sure.

Three things brought ruine vnto Rome,

that ragnde in Princes to their ouerthrowe: Auarice, and Pride, with Enuie's cruell doome,

that wrought their sorrow and their latest woe, England take heede, such chaunce to thee may come : Feelix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum.

Whereunto is annexed the Tragedye of Gorboduc, sometime King of this Land, and of his two sonnes, Ferrex and Porrex. Set foorth as the same was shewed before the Queene's most excellent Majesty, by the Gentlemen of the Inner Temple. At London printed by Edward Allde for Iohn Perrin, and are to be sold in Paules Church yard, at the signe of the Angell. 1590.* 410. 12 leaves.

An Address to the Gentlemen Readers."-" If thou demaund why I publish out Cæsar in this simple manner, I answer; that being not able to doo as I would, I must doo as I can.-To say somewhat to the purpose, though not altogether so much as thou expectest: I cannot though I would paint him foorth in bare cullours, yet I know his vallour hath blazend his

Printed in 1559 by Owen Rogers.

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