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formances, at least he has given no speciinen of his works yet he is spoken of as a writer, by no incans inelegant, by Warton in his Ilistory of Poetry, vol. 111. p. 405.
I have discovered in a very curious and valuable volume of Miscellaneous Poetry, belonging to Sion College Library, the performance of Richard Barnfield, alluded to by Warton; and for the benefit of collectors in this line, subjoin a description, with a specimen.
THE AFFECTIONATE SIIEPIIEARD.
Containing the complaint of Daphnis for the Love of Ganymede.
London. Printed by John Danter, for T. G. and E. N. and are to bee sold in Saint Dunstones Church Yeard, in Fleet Street. 1594.
The author appears to have had in view, for imitation, the second Eclogue of Virgil, but it must be confessed that much cannot be said in favour of his Poetry.
Remember age, and thou canst not be prowd,
Nature and nurture once together met,
Pride looks aloft, still staring on the starres,
His thoughts are humble, not aspiring hye,
Humility is clad in modest weedes,
Supplying not their wants, but them disdaining,
Humility in misery is relieved,
But Pride is scornd, contemnd, disdaind, derided,
Oh then be humble, genıle, meeke, and milde,
Care not for them that vertue doo despise,
AN OULD FACIONED LOVE.
From the same curious volume, belonging to Sion College, I am enabled to give an account of the following very rare tract:
“An OULD FACIONED LOVE, or a Love of the Ould Facion. By T. T. Gent.
At London. Printed by P. S. for William Mattes, dwelling in fleetstrete, at the signe of the Hand and Plough. 1594.”
This Poem is inscribed to the Author's “Worshipfull and singular good friend Mistres Ann Robertes."
The Poem commences thus :
Countries delight, sweet Phillis, beutes pride,
When once my mother set me flockes to keepe,
No skil in beauty, on love I never thought,
In threatned stormes to lead them to the lee,
To sing in time, as sometimes shepards use,
The reader will easily suppose I have not given the above specimen, but as a literary curiosity. It obviously has little merit as a Poem.
The same curious volume, from which the above two articles are described, contains also the following, of no less rarity and value.
" THE LAMENTATION OF TROY FOR THE DEATH OF HECTOR."
This Poem is dedicated To the Right Honorable Sir Peregrin Bartue, Knight, Lord of Willoughby and Earsby, and signed by the Author I. O.
The following is a specimen:
Lo here the teares and sad complaint for her,
Yet for hirselfe doth Ilion not mone,
Sweet sacred muses, you whose gentle eares
Now rest your selves, your ayde I not implore,
Nor can I crave upon your blubbered cheeks,
I saw your tears, and pittifull wamențings,
Good-naturde nymphs you are too milde for me:
Furies and frensies are fit companie
THIS Author, a Professor of Civil Law, was much esteemed in his day, and published many valuable works. He has, however, never been