143. A reporte songe in a dreame: betweene a Sheepheard and his Nimph. By N. Breton.

144. Another of the same. By the same.

145. The Sheepheard's conceite of Prometheus. By Sir E. D.

146. Another of the same. By Sir P. Sydney.

147. The Sheepheard's Sunne. By Shep. Tonie. 148. Colin the enamoured Sheepheard singeth this passion of love. By Geo. Peele.

149. Oenone's Complaint in blank verse. By the

same.

150. The Sheepheard's consort. Out of M. Morley's Madrigals.

Finis.

The only specimen I have room for is the following:

TO COLIN CLOUT.

Beautie sat bathing by a spring,

Where fayrest shades did hide her,
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
The coole streames ranne beside her.
My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eye,
To see what was forbidden :

But better Memory said, fie,

So vain Desire was chidden.

Hey nonnie, nonnie, &c.

Into a slumber then I fell,

When fond imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell

Her feature or her fashion.

But even as babes in dreames do smile,
And sometimes fall a weeping:

So awak't, as wise this while,
As when I fell a sleeping.

Hey nonnie, nonnie, &c.

Sheepheard Tonie.*

ART. XXVII. England's Helicon: or, the Muse's
Harmony.

The courts of kings heare no such straines,
As daily lull the rusticke swaines.

London, printed for Richard More, and are to be sould at his shop in St. Dunstane's Church-yard,

1614. 8vo.

то THE TRULY VIRTUOUS AND HONOURABLE
LADY, THE LADY ELIZABETH CARIE.†
Deigne, worthy Lady, (England's happy Muse,
Learning's delight, that all things else exceeds)

To shield from Envie's pawe and Time's abuse,
The tunefull noates of these our shepheard's reeds.
Sweet is the concord, and the musicke such,
That at it rivers have been seen to daunce;
When these musitians did their sweet pipes tuch,

In silence lay the vales, as in a traunce.

The Satyre stopt his race to heare them sing,
And bright Apollo to these layes hath given
So great a gift, that any favouring

The shepheard's quill, shall with the lights of heaven
Have equall fate! Then cherish these (faire stem)

So shall they live by thee, and thou by them.

Your Honour's ever to command,

RICHARD MORE.

*This collection has since been reprinted entire, in the British Bibliographer.

To this lady, the wife of Sir George Carey, Nash inscribes a prose, and Spenser a poetical, production. See Todd's Spenser, I. lxxiv. See also Censura Literaria, postere.

The stationer, or perhaps some Heliconian friend.

Such is the title-page, and such the sonnet dedication prefixed to the second edition of England's Helicon. The following are the titles of the additional poems, being only nine in number:

1. An Invective against Love. By Ignoto.

2. Dispraise of Love and Lovers' Follies. By Ignoto.

3. Two pastorals upon three Friends meeting. By Sir P. Sidney. Printed in Davison's Poetical Rapsody.

4. An Heroycall Poeme. By Ignoto.

5. The Lover's Absence kils me. Her Presence cures me. By Ignoto.

6. Love the onely price of Love. By Ignoto. 7. Thyrsis praise of his Mistresse. By W. Browne. 8. A Defiance to Disdainefull Love. By Ignoto. 9. An Epithalamium, or, a Nuptiall Song, applied to the ceremonies of Marriage. By Chr. Brooke.

In the former list of contents No. 72." The Shepheard's Dumpe," is the same ditty with a different title, as No. 141. "Thirsis, the Shepheard to his pipe."

No. 61. W. S. Mr. Steevens * suggested that these initials might belong to Wm. Shakspeare or Wm. Sheares; but they are the property of Wm. Smith. The poem occurs in his " Chloris, a Complaint of the Passionate Despised Shepheard," 1596. 71. Under the pasted paper was printed S. W. R.

*Mr. Steevens gave 51. 10s. for his 4to copy of England's Helicon, at Major Pearson's sale; and Dr. Farmer's 8vo. copy sold for 71. 10s. to Mr. George Ellis. The Duke of Roxburgh's copy sold for more than thrice that sum. Mr. White, (I believe,) sold Brand Holles's copy for twenty guineas.

77. The signature pasted was M. F. G. i. e. Mr. Fulke Greville, afterwards Ld. Brooke. *

129. I. G. was surmised by Ritson to be John Gough, a dramatic writer. Vide Biog. Dram. I.

195.

No. 138 is attributed by Walton to Sir. W. Raleigh. See the Complete Angler, Part I. chap. iv.

139. A pencil denotation in Dr. Farmer's copy assigned this to Shakspeare.

As room for a very short specimen only occurred in a former Number, the following may not be unacceptable.

THE BARGINET * OF ANTIMACHUS.
In pride of youth, in midst of day,
When birds with many a merry lay

Salute the sunne's uprising;

I sat me down fast by a spring,
And, while these merry chaunters sing,
I fell upon surmising.

Amidst my doubt, and mind's debate,
Of change of time, of world's estate,
I spyed a boy attired

In silver plumes, yet naked quite,
Save pretty feathers fit for flight,

Wherewith he still aspired.

* Mr. Steevens gave the following explication of this term. "The Barginet of Antimachus is a phrase equivalent to our Nancy Dawson's Jig, &c. for barganet, like jig, might signify a short metrical performance as well as a dance. See note on jig in Hamlet. The term barganet, or jig, is further illustrated by a passage in Gascoigne's Hundred Sundre Flowers-" Mistress and I will oftsones entreat you to daunce a bargynet,” p. 223.

A bowe he bare to worke men's wrack,
A little quiver at his back,

With many arrowes filled:
And in his soft and pretty hand
He held a lively burning brand,
Wherewith he lovers killed.

Fast by his side, in rich array,.
There sate a lovely lady gay,
(His mother as I guessed)

That set the lad upon her knee,

And trim'd his bow, and taught him flee, And mickle love professed.

Oft from her lap, at sundry stowres

He leapt, and gathered Summer's flowers,
Both violets and roses :

But, see the chance that follow'd fast!
As he the pompe of prime doth wast,
Before that he supposes.

A bee, that harbour'd hard thereby,
Did sting his hand, and made him cry-
"Oh, mother, I am wounded!"

'Fair Venus, that beheld her son,
Cryed out "Alas! I am undone!"
And thereupon she swounded.

My little lad," the goddesse sayd,
"Who hath my Cupid so dismay'd?”
He auswer'd-" Gentle mother,
The honey-worker in the hive

My griefe and mischiefe doth contrive;
Alas! it is none other."

She kist the lad: now mark the chance!

And strait she fell into a trance,

And, crying, thus concluded: