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Though every day he walk the round,

My garden he should seldom see.

Those tulips that such wealth display

To court my eye, shall lose their name; Though now they listen, as if they

Expected I should praise their flame.

But I would see myself appear

Within the violet's drooping head, On which a melancholy tear

The discontented morn hath shed,

Within their buds let roses sleep,

And virgin lilies on their stem,
Till sighs from lovers glide, and creep

Into their leaves to open them.

I'th' centre of my ground, compose

Of bays and yew my summer room, Which may, so oft as I repose,

Present my arbour, and my tomb.

No birds shall live within my pale

To charm me with their shames of art, Unless some wandering nightingale

Come here to sing and break her heart;

Upon whose death I'll try to write

An epitaph in some funeral stone,
So-sad and true, it may invite

Myself to die, and prove mine own.

[From " the Contention of Ajax and Ulysses for the

Armor of Achilles.]

Tue glories of our blood and state

Are shadows, not substantial things ;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings.

Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,

And plant fresh laurels where they kill ;
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still,

Early or late,
They stoop to fate,

And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.

The garlands wither on your brow,

Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar now, See where the victor-victim bleeds.

Your heads must come

To the cold tomb;
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.

THOMAS MAY,

A celebrated poet and historian, born about 1596, in Sussex,

of a worshipful but decayed family, says Fuller; bred fel. low-commoner in Sidney College, Cambridge, and afterwards resident in Westminster and about the court. He died suddenly in 1652, and lies buried in Westminster Abbey. See his character in lord Clarendon's History. His Latin Supplement, and English translation of Lucan's Pharsalia, have been much esteemed; besides which he wrote metrical histories of Henry II. and Edward III. a History of the Parliament, in prose, and five plays.

SON G.

[From“ the Old Couple," 1658, 4to.]

Dear, do not your fair beauty wrong,
In thinking still you are too young ;
The rose and lilies in your cheek
Flourish, and no more ripeness seek.

Your cherry lip, red, soft, and sweet,
Proclaims such fruit for taste most meet;
Then lose no time, for love has wings,
And flies away from aged things.

PATRICK HANNAY.

From his poems, 1622. Hannay appears to have served in a

military capacity, under Sir Andrew Gray, knt. a colonel of foot, and general of artillery to the king of Bohemia. His “ Happy Husband, with a Wife's Behaviour after Mar“ riage,” was printed in 1619, and again, with “ Philomela, “ the Nightingale,” “Sheretine and Mariana,” “Elegies," “ Songs and Sonnets,” in 1622. These productions he describes to be the “ fruit of some hours he with the Muses “ spent."

SONG.

Amantium ira amoris redintegratio cst.

Calia jealous, lest I did

In my heart affect another,
Me her company forbid.-

Women cannot passion smother.

The dearer love, the more disdain,

When truth is with distrust requited :
I vow'd (in anger) to abstain.-

She found her fault, and me invited.

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