It is here chiefly printed from a thin quarto Music book, entitled," Psalmes, Sonets, and Songs of sad"nes and pietie, made into Musicke of five parts: "&c. By William Byrd, one of the Gent. of the "Queenes Majesties honorable Chappell.-Printed "by Thomas East, &c." 4to. no date: but Ames in his Typog. has mentioned another edit. of the same book, dated 1588, which I take to have been later than this. Some improvements, and an additional stanza (sc. the 5th,) were had from two other ancient copies; one of them in black letter in the Pepys collection, thus inscribed, "A sweet and pleasant sonet, intitled, "My Minde to me a Kingdom is." To the tune of In Crete, &c. Some of the stanzas in this poem were printed by Byrd separate from the rest: they are here given in what seemed the most natural order. My minde to me a kingdome is; That God or Nature hath assignde: Though much I want, that most would have, 5 Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice: I presse to beare no haughtie sway; Look what I lack my minde supplies. 10 I see how plentie surfets oft, And hastie clymbers soonest fall: Mishap doth threaten most of all: No princely pompe, nor welthie store, No shape to winne a lovers eye; Some have too much, yet still they crave, And I am rich with little store: I laugh not at anothers losse, I grudge not at anothers gaine; I lothe not life, nor dread mine end. I joy not in no earthly blisse; I weigh not Cresus' welth a straw; For care, I care not what it is; I feare not fortunes fatall law: My mind is such as may not move I wish but what I have at will; I wander not to seeke for more; I like the plaine, I clime no hill; In greatest stormes I sitte on shore, And laugh at them that toile in vaine To get what must be lost againe. 40 45 I kisse not where I wish to kill; I feigne not love where most I hate; 50 I breake no sleep to winne my will; I wayte not at the mighties gate; The court, ne cart, I like, ne loath; Extreames are counted worst of all: The golden meane betwixt them both Doth surest sit, and fears no fall: This is my choyce, for why I finde, No wealth is like a quiet minde. 55 60 My welth is health, and perfect ease; My conscience clere my chiefe defence: Nor by desert to give offence: Thus do I live, thus will I die; 65 Would all did so as well as I! VI. THE PATIENT COUNTESS. The subject of this tale is taken from that entertaining Colloquy of Erasmus, entitled, "Uxor Mus, sive Conjugium:" which has been agreeably modernized by the late Mr. Spence, in his little Miscellaneous Publication, entitled, "Moralities, &c. by Sir Harry Beaumont," 1753, 8vo. pag. 42. The following stanzas are extracted from an ancient poem entitled Albion's England, written by W. Warner, a celebrated Poet in the reign of Q. Elizabeth, though his name and works are now equally forgotten. The Reader will find some account of him in vol ii. book ii. song 4. The following stanzas are printed from the author's improved edition of his work, printed in 1602, 4to. the third impression of which appeared so early as 1592, in bl. let. 4to.-The edition in 1602 is in thirteen Books; and so it is reprinted in 1612, 4to.; yet in 1606 was published "A Continuance of Albion's England, by the "first author, W. W. Lond. 4to.:" this contains Books xiv. xv. xvi. In Ames's Typography is preserved the memory of another publication of this writer's, entitled, “ Warner's Poetry," printed in 1580, 12mo. and reprinted in 1602. There is also extant, under the name of Warner, "Syrinx, "or seven fold Hist. pleasant, and profitable, comical, and tragical." 4to. It is proper to premise that the following lines were not written by the Author in stanzas, but in long Alexandrines of fourteen syllables: which the narrowness of our page made it here necessary to subdivide. IMPATIENCE chaungeth smoke to flame, Some wives by patience have reduc'd Ill husbands to live well: As did the ladie of an earle, Of whom I now shall tell. 6 An earle there was' had wedded, lov'd ; Full true to his fayre countesse; yet At last he did her wrong. Once hunted he untill the chace, Long fasting, and the heat Did house him in a peakish graunge Within a forest great. 5 10 Where knowne and welcom'd (as the place 15 And persons might afforde) |