A man at arms must now sit on his knees,

And feed on prayers, that are old age's alms. And so from court to cottage I depart; My saint is sure of mine unspotted heart.

And when I sadly sit in homely cell,

I'll teach my swains this carol for a song: “ Blest be the hearts that think my sovereign well, “ Curs'd be the souls that think to do her

“ wrong.” Goddess ! vouchsafe this aged man his right, To be your beadsman now, that was your knight.

Wodenfride's Song in Praise of Amargana.

(From England's Helicon.]

THE
sun,
the season,

in each thing
Revives new pleasures; the sweet spring
Hath put to flight the winter keen,
To glad our lovely summer queen.

The paths where Amargana treads
With flowery tapestries Flora spreads,
And nature clothes the ground in
To glad our lovely summer queen.

green,

The groves put on their rich array,
With hawthorn-blooms embroider'd gay,

And sweet perfum'd with eglantine,
To glad our lovely summer queen.

The silent river stays his course,
Whilst playing on the crystal source
The silver-scaled fish are seen,
To glad our lovely summer queen.

The woods at her fair sight rejoices,
The little birds with their loud voices
In concert on the briars been,
To glad our lovely summer queen.

Great Pan, our god, for her dear sake,
This feast and meeting bids us make,
Of shepherds, lads, and lasses sheen,
To glad our lovely summer queen.

And
every

swain his chance doth prove,
To win fair Amargana's love,
In sporting strifes, quite void of spleen,
To glad our lovely summer queen.

All happiness let heaven her lend,
And all the graces her attend;
Thus bid me pray the Muses nine,
Long live our lovely summer queen.

W. H[UNNIS?) Tityrus to his fair Phillis.

[From England's Helicon.]

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The silly swain, whose love breeds discontent, Thinks death a trifle, life a loathsome thing;

Sad he looks, sad he lies : But when his fortune's malice doth relent, Then of love's sweetness he will sweetly sing;

Thus he lives, thus he dies.

Then Tityrus, whom love hath happy made,
Will rest thrice happy in this myrtle shade:

For though love at first did grieve him,
Yet did love at last relieve him.

J. D[AVIS?]

HENRY PEACHAM

Was author of “ Minerva Britanna, or a garden of heroical

“ Devises,” &c. 1612, 4to, (a collection of Emblems in verse, with a plate to each, from which the following extracts are taken) as well as “ The Period of Mourning “-in memorie of the late Prince. Together with Nup“ tial Hymnes in honour of this happy marriage betweene “ -Fred. Count Pal.- and Eliz.—Daughter to our So“vereigne,” 1613, 40. “A most true relation of the

affairs of Cleve and Gulick," &c. 1614, 4to. (prose) “ Prince Henrie revived; or a Poeme upon the Birth“ of-Prince H. FrederickHeire apparant to Fred. “ Count Pal. of the Rhine,” &c. 1615, 4to. “ The Com

pleat Gentleman,” 1622, 1627, 1634, 1654, 1661, 4to. (prose) “ The Gentleman's Exercise,” 1612, 1634, 1634, 1661, 4to. (prose) “ Thalia's Banquet," a volume of epigrams, 1620, 12mo. “ The Valley of Varietie,” 1638, 12mo. (prore, as well as the two following.) “ The Duty “ of all true subjects to their king; as also to their na“ tive country in time of extremity and danger,” &c. in “ two bookes,” 1639, 4to. “ The Worth of a Peny, or a “ caution to keep money," 1647, 1667, 1677, 1695, 4to.

&c. All works of considerable merit. He is placed here owing to the uncertainty of the time of

his birth. If, as Mr Ritson assumes, he is the same as “ Henry Pecham, Minister," who published “ The Gar“ den of Eloquence,” (a treatise on rhetoric,) in 1577, 4to, bl. 1. he ought to be referred to the early part of the reign of Queen Elizabeth. If, on the other hand, as Mr Malone conceives, our author is a different person, (perhaps son to the last-mentioned), and the earliest date of his compositions, 1611, (verses in “ The Odcombian Ban“quet,”) be would then rather belong to the succeeding one of James 1.

some

I have only to add, that he was born at or near St Albans ;

assisted in educating the children of Thomas, earl of Arundel ; and attended that nobleman into the Low Countries. In the title to his “ Minerva” he styles himself Master of Arts; and it appears that he was “ time of Trinity College, Cambridge.” His father was "“ Mr Henry Peacham, of Leverton, in Holland, in the

county of Lincoln.” Further particulars of his History I am unable to furnish,

(though, in all probability, they might be supplied by an attentive perusal of his various publications,) and, till I have it in my power to ascertain with accuracy, either the year of his birth, or whether or not he was the author of “ The Garden of Eloquence," venture to place him between the reigns of Elizabeth and James.

Humilibus dat Gratiam.

The mountains huge, that seem to check the sky,

And all the world with greatness over-peer, With heath or moss for most part barren lie ;

When valleys low doth kindly Phæbus cheer, And with his heat in hedge and grove begets The virgin primrose or sweet violets.

So God oft-times denies unto the great

The gifts of nature, or his heavenly grace, And those that high in honour's chair are set

Do feel their wants; when men of meaner place, Although they lack the others' golden spring, Perhaps are blest above the richest king.