OF THE SAME. YATT resteth here, that quick1 could Whose heavenly gifts increased by And virtue sank the deeper in his breast: A head, where wisdom mysteries did frame; A mark, the which (unperfected for time) 1 Alive. 3 Passion. In neither fortune loft,1 nor yet represt, To swell in wealth, or yield unto mischance. Lived, and ran the race that Nature set; Of manhood's shape, where she the mould did lose. Which left, with such as covet Christ to know, Thus, for our guilt this jewel have we lost; OF THE SAME. N the rude age, when knowledge was. not rife, If Jove in Crete, and other were that taught Arts, to convert to profit of our life, Wend after death to have their temples sought: Failed of some to blast her endless fame; 1 Elevated. AN EPITAPH ON CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER.1 ORFOLK sprung thee, Lambeth holds thee dead; Clere, of the Count of Cleremont, thou Within the womb of Ormond's race thou bred, 1 These lines were inscribed, with the epitaph above, on a table in Lambeth Church: "Epitaphium Thomæ Clere, qui fato functus est 1545, auctore Henrico Howard, Comite Surrey. In cujus faelicis ingenii specimen, et singularis facundiae argumentum, appensa faut haec Tabula per W. Howard, filium Thomae nuper Ducis Norfolciensis, filii ejusdem Henrici Comitis." This epitaph occurs, with some trifling variations, in Camden's Remains, Aubrey's History of Surrey, v. 247, and in Bloomfield's Norfolk. Thomas Clere was the youngest son of Sir Robert Clere, of Ormesby in Norfolk, (the descendant of Clere, of Cleremont in Normandy) by Alice, daughter of Sir William Boleyn, by Margaret, daughter and coheir of Thomas Boteler, Earl of Ormond. He was consequently first "cousin" of Queen Anne Boleyn, whom he saw crowned" in 1533, and was connected with "Ormond's race." "Shelton" is presumed to have been a daughter of Sir John Shelton, of Shelton in Norfolk, but it does not appear that Clere married her. He died on the 14th of April, 1545, and was buried at Lambeth. These facts explain most of the allusions in the epitaph, and the others are noticed in the Memoir of Surrey. 2 Didst choose. Tracing whose steps thou sawest Kelsal blaze, Landrecy burnt, and batter'd Boulogne render. 1 At Montreuil gates, hopeless of all recure, Thine Earl, half dead, gave in thy hand his will; Which cause did thee this pining death procure, Ere summers four times seven thou couldst fulfill. Ah! Clere! if love had booted care or cost, Heaven had not won, nor earth so timely lost. OF SARDANAPALUS'S DISHONORABLE LIFE AND MISERABLE DEATH. H' Assyrian king, in peace, with foul desire And filthy lusts that stain'd his regal In war, that should set princely hearts on fire, When he had lost his honour, and his right, Murder'd himself, to shew some manful deed. 1 Surrender. 2 Recovery. 3 Shield. HOW NO AGE IS CONTENT WITH HIS OWN ESTATE, AND HOW THE AGE OF CHILDREN IS THE HAPPIEST IF THEY HAD SKILL TO UNDERSTAND IT. AID in my quiet bed, in study as I were, I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts appear. And every thought did shew so lively in mine eyes, That now I sigh'd, and then I smiled, as cause of thought did rise. I saw the little boy in thought how oft that he Did wish of God, to scape the rod, a tall young man to be. The young man eke that feels his bones with pains opprest, How he would be a rich old man, to live and lie at rest. The rich old man that sees his end draw on so sore, How he would be a boy again, to live so much the more. Whereat full oft I smiled, to see how all these three, From boy to man, from man to boy, would chop and change degree. And musing thus I think, the case is very strange, |