But vertue fits triumphing ftill

Upon the throne of glorious fame:
Though spiteful death man's body kill,
Yet hurts he not his vertuous name:
By life or death what so betides,
The ftate of vertue never flides.

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X.

YOUNG WATER S.

A SCOTTISH BALL A D.

This very ancient poem is given from a copy printed not

long fince at Glasgow, in one Sheet 8vo.

The world is in

debted for its publication to the lady Jean Hume, fister to the earl of Hume, who dyed lately at Gibralter.

ABOUT Zule, quhen the wind blew cule,

And the round tables began,

A'! there is cum to our kings court
Mony a well-favourd man,

And for the words the queen had spoke,

Zoung Waters he did dee.

BY THE EARL OF OXFORD."

Edward Vere earl of Oxford was in high fame for his poetical talents in the reign of Elizabeth: perhaps it is no injury to his reputation that few of his compofitions are pres Served for the inspection of impartial pofterity. To gratify curiofity, we have inserted a sonnet of his, which is quoted with great encomiums for its "excellencie and wit in Puttenham's Arte of Eng. Poefic * and found intire in the Garland

* Lond. 1589. p. 172.

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Garland of Gott-will. A few more of his Sonnets ( distinguiShed by the initial letters E. 0.) may be seen in the Paradise of Daintie Devises. One of these is intitled, IN "The Com

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plaint of a Lover wearing blacke and tawnie. The only lines in it worth notice are these,

A crowne of baies fhall that man beare'

Who triumphs over me;

For black and tawnie will I weare,

Which mourning colours be.

We find in Hall's Chronicle, that when Q. Catharine of Arragon dyed Jan. 8, 1536; “Queene Anne [ Bullen ] ware cc YELOWE for the mourning. And when this unfortunate princeß lost her head May 19, the fame year,

on the af "cencion day following, the king for mourning ware WHYFol. 227, 228.

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Edward, who was the XVIIth earl of Oxford of the family of Vere, Succeeded his father in his title and honours in 1562, and died an aged man in 1604. See Mr. Walpole's Noble Authors: Ath. Ox.

OME hither fhepherd's fwayne?

COME

"Sir, what do you require?,

I praye thee, fhewe to me thy name.
"My name is FOND DESIRE.",

When wert thou borne, Defire?
"In pompe and pryme of may. „
By whom, fweet boy, wert thou begot?
"By fond Conceit men fay.,,

Tell me, who was thy nurfe?

"Fresh Youth in fugred joy. „

What was thy meate and dayly foode?

"Sad fighes with great annoy. „

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