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He never set his benefice to hire,13
Though holy in himself, and virtuous,
He waited not on pomp or reverence,
13 hire, he did not leave
parish duties to be performed by a curate, that he might go to London to seek a chantry at
St. Paul's. 14 cogging, driving or pressing,
from L. cogo, to force. 15 An endowment to pay a priest for
singing or chanting masses for the souls of some persons dead.
16 brotherhood. To be enrolled in
one of the orders of friars, or brethren (frère, Fr. brother), so as to be maintained in a religious
house, in idleness. 17 no mercenary, not a hireling
who did not care for the sheep. 18 spiced conscience, a drugged
conscience which tried to reconcile duty with selfish interest
AN APRIL DAY.1
All day the low-hung clouds have drop
Their garnered fulness down; All day that soft grey mist hath wrapt
Hill, valley, grove, and town.
There has not been a sound to-day
To break the calm of nature, Nor motion, I might almost say,
Of life, or living creature;
Of waving bough, or warbling bird,
Or cattle faintly lowing;
The leaves and blossoms growing.
I stood to hear, I love it well,
The rain's continuous soundSmall drops, but thick and fast they fell,
Down straight into the ground.
For leafy thickness is not yet
Earth's naked breast to screen, Though every dripping branch is set With shoots of tender
This piece is finely modernized.
Sure, since I looked at early morn
Those honeysuckle buds
Hath put forth larger studs."
That lilac's cleaving cones have burst,
The milk-white flowers revealing;
Methinks, their sweets are stealing.
The very earth, the steamy air,
Is all with fragrance rife;
Are flushing into life.
Down, down they come—those fruitful stores!
Those earth-rejoicing drops !
Then thins, decreases, stops.
And ere the dimples on the stream
Have circled out of sight,
Breaks forth, of amber light.
But, yet, behold—abrupt and loud,
Comes down the glittering rain;
The fringes of her train.
2 A fine English word for swelling buils.
AUTTIOR UNKNOWN.-Date, Henry VIII.'s reign-1509-1547.
The hunt is up, the hunt is up,
And it is well nigh day;
To bring his deer to bay.1
And darkness it is fled;
Behold, the skies, with golden dyes,
green, and so are the treen? All laughing at the sound.
The horses snort to be at sport,
The dogs are running free,
Of Hey tantara tee ree!
The sun is glad to see us clad
All in our lusty green,
To see and to be seen.
I to bay, to turn against the dogs,
as they bay or bark at it. 2 treen, old form for trees. It
childr-en, hos-en, brethr-en, cow-en,
contracted into kine. green, the hunting dress. “Lusty"
is, really, tree-en, like Ox-en,
means healthful, joyful.
Awake all men, I say again,
Be merry as you may ;
To bring the deer to bay.
EDMUND SPENSER.--Born, 1553 ; Died, 1599.
This great poet is best known by his “Fairie Queeno," an allegorical poem, of which only six books out of twelve remain. Sir Philip Sidney got him appointed Irish Secretary, and he obtained a large grant of land in Ireland, but a rebellion breaking out, he had to flee, and died in London, apparently in distress.
WISDOM, TRUE RICHES.
In vain do men
For they to each such fortune do diffuset
As they do know each can most aptly use. For not that which men covet most is best,
Nor that thing worst which men do most refuse; But fittest is, that all contented rest With that they hold: each hath his fortune in his breast.
their bad fortune. 2
3 they, the heavens, that is, God's
providence. * diffuse, pour forth, or scatter.