His poems published under the title of CASTARA had considerable celebrity, though he would, in this riper age, only have ranked as one of the multitude of gentlemen who write with ease. The lady he celebrated under the name of Castara was a daughter of Lord Powis, and afterwards became the wife of the poet. At that time it appeared to be indispensable that every clever man who was in love should tell it in smooth verse to the public. Besides these poems, Habington wrote the QUEEN OF ARRAGON, a Tragedy, and the History of Edward the Fourth. SONG. FINE young folly, though you were Yet you ne'er could touch my heart; You're not worth the serious part. When I sigh and kiss your hand, Then dilate on my desires, Swear the sun ne'er shot such fires, When I eye your curl or lace, Straight some murder doth commit; To grow scrupulous of my sin, When I talk to shew my wit. K Therefore, madam, wear no cloud, And your clothes that set you out. Yet though truth has this confess'd, When I next begin to court, EDMUND WALLER. BORN 1605-DIED 1687. THE statue of this elegant rhymist seems to be gradually mouldering away in that niche in the Temple of Fame which it long occupied,-not from any sudden accident, but by the mere effects of time on its brittle and worthless, though finely-wrought materials. The works of Waller are, however, still embodied in the voluminous editions of the poets; and Johnson, who has passed over Chaucer, Spenser, Surrey, Hall, Sydney, and Shakspeare, has written his life. Waller was by birth a gentleman. He went into parliament very young, wrote many verses celebrating the beauty, or deprecating the severity, of "the adorable Sacharissa," vulgarly the Lady Dorothea Sydney, and at twenty-three married a rich city heiress, whom he soon buried. "The adorable Sacharissa" married the Earl of Sunderland, and Waller, the widower, celebrated Amonet, otherwise Lady Sophia Murray; but, as he sings, "catched at love, and filled his arms with bays." He then married a lady named Bresse, by whom he had a very large family. If not the greatest among the poets, Waller was one of the most prudent of the fraternity. In the beginning of the civil wars he was a royalist, but afterwards composed a poetical panegyric on Cromwell, and was recalled from exile. At the Restoration he became a favourite with Charles II., maintained his favour with James II., and, it is said, counselled his heir to join the Prince of Orange at the Revolution. "With all this thrift he throve not." He lost the esteem of good men of all parties; his fortune diminished; he now saw life in a light in which till then it had never presented itself; he began to write sacred poetry, and to think earnestly of death. LOVE. ANGER, in hasty words or blows, And sorrow, too, finds some relief Affect the haughty and the proud, Unwisely we the wiser East Whilst her high pride does scarce descend All this with indignation spoke, So the tall stag, upon the brink Surveying there his armed head, ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confin'd It was my heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! and yet there Go, lovely rose ! SONG. Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, |