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But I the prouder grew, and still thus spake there
fore, “Go, go !--go, seek some other-where, importune
me no more !"
Then spake brave Venus' son, that brave victori.
ous boy, Saying, “ You dainty dame, for that you be so coy, " I will so pull your plumes, as you shall say no
“Go, go!-go, seek some other-where, importune
me no more."
As soon as he had said, such care grew in
my breast, That neither night nor day I could take any rest, Wherefore I did repent that I had said before, “Go, go!--go, seek some other-where, importune Of the Birth and Bringing up of Desire.
me no more !"
[From Briton's Bowre of Delights, 1597.)
" When wert thou born, Desire ?”
“ In pomp and pride of May." “ By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot?"
“ By Good-conceit men say.”
“ Tell me who was thy nurse?”
“ Fresh Youth, in sugar'd joy." “ What was thy meat and daily food ?"
“ Sore sighs, with great annoy."
" What had you then to drink ?”
“Unfeigned lovers' tears." “What cradle were you rocked in?”
“ In hope devoid of fears."
“ What brought you then asleep?"
“ Sweet speech, that lik’d men best." " And where is now your dwelling place ?"
“ In gentle hearts I rest."
“ Doth company displease ?"
“ It doth in many one."
A celebrated translator, but of whose life no particulars
are known, except that he was educated at Christ's college, Cambridge, from whence he removed to Staple Inn. Supposing him to have published his first work at 25
years of age, he was born in 1536. His principal work was the “ Zodiake of Life,” translated
from Marcellus Palingenius Stellatus ; a very moral but very tiresome satire, perfectly unconnected with astro
complete in 1565, mo. The first three books had appeared in 1560, and the first six in 1661, 1o 1570 he translated, from Naogeorgus, a poem op Antichrist; in 1577, he did into English Heresbach's economical treatise on Agriculture, &c. ; in 1579, Lopes de Mendoza's Spanish Proverbs, and afterwards Aris.
totle's Categories. His “ Eglogs, Epytaphes, and Sonettes,” printed by T. Col.
well, for Ralph Newbery, 1563, was considered by Mr Steevens as one of the rarest books in the English language ; and the following extract from it is not the least favourable effusion of Googe's genius.
[To the Tune of “ Apelles.”
The valleys sweet, adorned new,
With flowers fresh of sundry hue;
Both ash, and elm, and oak so high,
While winter, black with hideous storms,
Doth spoil the ground of summer's green, While spring-time sweet the leaf returns,
That, late, on tree could not be seen; While summer burns, while harvest reigns, Still, still do rage my restless pains.
No end I find in all my smart,
But endless torment I sustain;
By sight of thee, was forc'd to plain ;
My heart, that once abroad was free,
Thy beauty hath in durance brought ; Once, reason rul'd and guided me,
And now is wit consum'd with thought. Once, I rejoic'd above the sky; And now, for thee, alas, I die.
Once, I rejoic'd in company;
And now, my chief and whole delight