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All these observed, he could contented be,
XLII. GEORGE SANDYS.
WORKS OF GOD. Great God! how manifold, how infinite Are all thy works! with what a clear foresight Didst thou create and multiply their birth! Thy riches fill the far-extended earth : The ample sea, in whose unfathom’d deep Innumerable sorts of creatures creep : Bright-scaléd fishes in her entrails glide, And high-built ships upon her bosom ride; About whose sides the crooked dolphin plays, And monstrous whales huge spouts of water raise. All on the land, or in the ocean bred, On Thee depend, in their due season fed ; They gather what thy bounteous hands bestow, And in the summer of thy favour grow, When thou contract'st thy clouded brows, they mourn And dying, to their former dust return.
XLIII. JOHN WEBSTER.
DEATH OF VIRGINIA. Virginius. Farewell, my sweet Virginia ; never, never, Shall I taste fruit of the most blessed hope I had in thee. Let me forget the thought Of thy most pretty infancy ; when first Returning from the wars I took delight To rock thee in my target: when my girl Would kiss her father in his burganet Of glittering steel hung 'bout his armèd neck; And viewing the bright metal, smile to see Another fair Virginia smile on thee: When I first taught thee how to go, to speak : And when my wounds have smarted, I have sung With an unskilful, yet a willing voice, To bring my girl asleep. O my Virginia, When we begun to be, begun our woes, Increasing still as dying life still grows.
Thus I surrender her into the court [kills her]
XLIV. SIR THOMAS OVERBURY.
FROM THE WIFE.
All shapes, all colours, are alike in night,
Nor doth our touch distinguish fonl or fair :
Both made alike, which differ'd at first view,
XLV. RICHARD CORBET.
1. BOSWORTH FIELD.
Richard died, And called—A horse! a horse! he Burbage cried.
2. A FAIR HOSTESS.
Oh, there an hostess was,
Measure and jig; her courtsey was an honour:
'Twas quickly morning, though by our short stay
1. THE NIGHTINGALE.
Of winters, past, or coming ; void of care,
Well pleased with delights which pleasant are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers, To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers
Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare ;
And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare.
Attired in sweetness, sweetly is not driven
And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven ?
Sweet artless songster! thou my mind dost raise
2. THE WORLD A GAME.
His speedy greyhounds are
Lust, sickness, envy, care,
Of those the eager chase,
Old age with stealing pace
THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER.
An old song made by an aged old pate,
queen's old courtier.
Like an old courtier, &c. With an old study filled full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks : With an old buttery-hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintained half a dozen old cooks :
Like an old courtier, &c.
Like an old courtier, &c.
With good cheer enough to furnish every
room, And old liquor able to make a cat speak, and man dumb;
Like an old courtier, &c. With an old falconer, huntsman, and a kennel of hounds, That never hawked nor hunted, but in his own grounds, Who, like a wise man, kept himself within his own bounds; And, when he died, gave every child a thousand good pounds;
Like an old courtier, &c. But to his eldest son his house and land he assigned, Charging him in his will to keep the old bountiful mind, To be good to his old tenants and to his neighbours be kind; But in the ensuing ditty you shall hear how he was inclined;
Like a young courtier of the king's and the king's
Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land,
Like a young courtier, &c.
Like a young courtier, &c. With a new-fashioned hall, built where the old one stood, Hung round with new pictures, that do the poor no good, With a fine marble chimney, wherein burns neither coal nor wood, And a new smooth shovel-board, whereon no victuals ne'er stood;
Like a young courtier, &c. With a new study, stuffed full of pamphlets and plays, And a new chaplain, that swears faster than he prays, With a new buttery-hatch, that opens once in four or five days, And a new French cook, to devise fine kickshaws and toys :
Like a young courtier, &c. With a new fashion, when Christmas is drawing on, “ On a new journey to London strait we all must be gone, And leave none to keep house, but our new porter John,' Who relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a stone:
Like a young courtier, &c. With a new gentleman-usher, whose carriage is complete, With a new coachman, footman, and pages, to carry up the meat,