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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."

66 Where would Desire then chuse to be ?"

“ He likes to muse alone.”



nomy, first

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 rushing rivers that do run,

The valleys sweet, adorned new,
That leans their sides against the sun,

With flowers fresh of sundry hue;

Both ash, and elm, and oak so high,
Do all lament



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;
Since first, alas, my woful heart

By sight of thee, was forc'd to plain ;
Since that I lost my liberty,
Since that thou mad'st a slave of me.

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

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