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A Maiden* Dreame. Vpon the death of the Right Honorable Sir Christopher Hatton, Knight, late Lord Chancelor of England. By Robert Green, Master of Arts. Imprinted at London by Thomas Scarlet for Thomas Kelson. 1691. 4to.

A transcript of this poem was communicated to TIic Shakespeare Society's Papers, 1S15, vol. ii. p. 127, by the possessor of the only copy known.—In the present reprint the text has been corrected throughout.


Modrnino as well as many, right worshipful lady, for the loss of the right honourable your deceased uncle, whose death, being the common prejudice of thet present age, was lamented of most, if not all, and I among the rest sorrowing that my country was deprived of him that lived not for himself but for his country, I began to call to mind what a subject was ministered to the excellent wits of both universities to work upon, when so worthy a knight and so virtuous a justiciar had by his death left many memorable actions performed in his life deserving highly by some rare pent to be registered. Passing over many days in this muse, at last I perceived men's humours slept, that love of many followed friends§ no further than their graves, that art was grown idle, and either choice scholars feared to writ* of so high a subject as his virtues, or else they dated their devotions no further than his life. While thus I debated with myself, I might see, to the great disgrace of the poets of our time, some mechanical wits blow up mountains and bring forth mice, who with their follies did rather disparage his honours than decipher his virtues : beside, as virlulis comes est invidia, so base report, who hath her tongue blistered by slanderous envy, began, as far as she durst, now after his death, to murmur, who in his lifetime durst not once mutter. Whereupon, touched with a zealous jealousy over his wonderful virtues, I could not, whatsoever discredit I reaped by my presumption, although I did tenui arena meditari, but discover the honourable qualities of so worthy a counsellor, not for any private benefit I ever had of him which should induce me favourably to flatter his worthy parts, but only that I shamefd] to let slip with silence the virtues and honours of so worthy a knight, whose deserts had been so many and so great towards all. Therefore, right worshipful lady, I drew a fiction called A Maiden's Dream, which as it was enigmatical, so it is not without some special and considerate reasons. Whose slender Muse I present unto your ladyship, induced thereunto, first, that I know you are partaker of your husband's sorrows for the death of his honourable uncle, and desire to hear his honours put in memory after his death, as you wished his advancement in virtues to be great in his life; as also that I am your ladyship's poor countryman, and have long time desired to gratify your right worshipful father with something worthy of himself. Which because I could not to my content perform, I have now taken opportunity to show my duty to him in his daughter, although the gift be far too mean for so worshipful and virtuous a lady. Yet, hoping your ladyship will with courtesy favour my presuming follies, and in gracious acceptance vouch of my well-meant labours,

I humbly take my leave.

Your ladyship's humbly at command,

R. Gbeene, Nordovicensis.

'the Lady Elizabeth Hatton, irifc to the right Korihipful Sir William Hatton] "Sir Christopher Hatton [who died Nov. 20th, 1591] did not leavo a Will. Ho had settled his estates upon his nephew Sir William Newport, aliai Hatton, and the heirs malo of his body; failing which, on his Godson and collateral heir-male Sir Christopher Hatton. Sir William succeeded accordingly to Holdenby and Kirby, and all tho Chancellor's other property. He married first in June 1589, Elizabeth, daughter and heiress of Sir Francis Gawdy, Justico of the King's Bench," 4c. Sir H. Nicolas's Memoir* of Sir C. Hatton, p. 502.

1 the] Old ed. "a."

t pen] Old cd. "men."

{ fottoKed/riendi] Old ed. "friends followed.'


Methoucht, in slumber as I lay and dreamt,
I saw a silent spring rail'd in with jet,
From sunny shade or murmur quito exempt,
The glide whereof 'gainst weeping flints did

And round about were leafless beeches set:
So dark it seem'd night's mantle for to borrow,
And well to be the gloomy den of sorrow.

About this spring, in mourning robes of black,
Were sundry nymphs or goddesses, methought,
That seemly sat in ranks, just back to back,
On mossy benches nature there had wrought;
And, 'cause the wind and spring no murmur

brought, They fill'd the air with such laments and

groans That echo Bigh'd out their heart-breaking moons.

Elbow on knee, and head upon their hand,
As mourners sit, so sat these ladies all:
Garlands of eben-boughs, whereon did stand
A golden crown; their mantles were of pall;
And from their watery eyes warm tears did

fall: With wringing hands they sat and sigh'd, like

those That had more grief than well they could disclose.

I look'd about, and by the fount I spied

A knight lie dead, yet all in armour clad,

Booted and spurr'd; a falchion by his side,

A crown of olives on his helm he had;

As if in peace aud war he were adrad *:

A golden hind was placed at his feet,

Whose vailed f ears bewray'd her iuward greet. J

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She seemed wounded by her panting breath;
Her beating breast with sighs did fall and rise:
Wounds were there none; it was her master's

That drew electrum from her weeping eyeB.
Like scalding Bmoke her braying throbs out-flies:
As deer do mourn when arrow hath them gall'd,
So was this hind with heart-sick pains enthrall'd.

Just at his head there sat a sumptuous queen;

I guess'd her so for why * she wore a crown:

Yet were her garments parted white and green,

'Tir'd like unto the picture of Renown.

Upon her lap she laid his head adown:

Unlike to all, she smiled on his face;

Which made me long to know this dead man's

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