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and admiration of his excellence in the art of writing," by Nicholas Deeble; and a few Latin verses by Ed. Lapworth.

Among these dedicatory sonnets is one

"To the Right Worshipfull and most worthy Knight, Sir Edward Dyer.

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Though Saturne now with Jupiter doth sitt,
Where erst Minerva and the Muse did raigne,
Ruling the Commonwealth of will, and witt,
Plac'd in the kingdomes of thy hart and braine:
Those planetts I adore, whose influence
Infuseth wisdome, counsell, gravity;

Minerva and the Muse joyes my soules sense,

Sith soule delighting lines they multiplie.

In both respects, for that that was and is,

I tender thee the service of my muse,

Which shall not marre thy fame, though it may misse
To give the same that which to it accrues ;

Yet this gift, through thy gifts, she gives to thee:
Time's future, Dyer, die shall never see.

J. D.

Another.

"To my beloved Mr. John Davies* of the Mid

dle Temple, Councellor at the Law.

Why should it not content me, sith thy praise
Pertaines to me, to whom thy name pertaines ;
If thou by art to heaven thy fame canst raise?
Al's but John Davies that such glory gaines;

*Sir John Davis, the author of " Nosse Teipsum." Another Sir John Davies of Pangbourne, in Berks, a celebrated mathematician, born 1560, died 1625.

Admit it lives enroll'd in lasting lines
In the exchequer of the sacred Muse,
Thy name, thy fame unto my name combines
In future times, nor thou nor I can choose.
For, if John Davies such, such times brought forth,
To wit, these times in which we both doe live,
Then must John Davies share John Davies' worth;
For times to come can no distinction give.
Then what neede I to beate my tired braines
To make John Davies live to after ages,

When thou hast done't by thy praise-worthy paines,
For, were I idle, I have thy workes wages.
Or, what, if like an intellectual Sprite,
I able were Artes' spirits to purifie,
To ravish worlds to come with rare delight,
They would with my fame thy name glorifie.
Then may I play, sith thou dost worke for me;
And sith thy works do so in beauty shine,
What neede I then for fame thus busie be,
Sith thine is mine, and mine is likewise thine?
It is because my mind, that's aie in motion,
Hath to the Muses' measures most devotion."

ART. CXXIII. The Muses Sacrifice; or, Divine Meditations. London, Printed by T. S. for George Norton, and are to be sold at his shop, under the Black Bell within Temple Bar, 1612. 12mo.

THIS was written by John Davies of Hereford, as appears by his name subscribed to the dedication. These meditations are in verse, and dedicated

To the most noble and no less deservedly renowned Ladies, as well darlings as patronesses of the Muses, Lucy Countess of Bedford, Mary Countess Dowager of Pembroke, and Elizabeth, Lady Cary, wife of Sir Henry Cary, glories of women," in a poetical epistle,

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The first meditation is "A Confession of Sinnes, with petition for grace," consisting of twelve four lined stanzas of alternate rhyme, with a couplet at the close of the poem. This is followed by forty more meditations on similar subjects, which end at page 100. Then succeeds "The Doleful Dove; or, David's Seven Penitential Psalms, somewhere paraphrastically turned into verse."

At page 110 commences "Rights of the living and the dead: being a proper Appendix to the precedent meditations." Of these the first article is "A Funeral Elegie on the death of the most vertuous and no less lovely Mrs. Elizabeth Dutton, eldest daughter of the worthy and generally beloved Sir Thomas Egerton, Knight,eldest sonne to the Right Honourable Thomas Lord Elesmere, Lord Chancellor of England: which Elizabeth was, at the age of eleven years, married to John Dutton of the age of fifteen years, sonne and heyre of Thomas Dutton, of Dutton in the Countie of Chester, Esquier; which John deceased about the age of seaventeene yeeres, and left the said. Elizabeth a virgin-widow: who so lived, till she died the first of October, at the age of sixteene yeeres and a halfe, in anno 1611." This is followed by "An Epitaph on the death of the right vertuous Lady Leigh, sole daughter of the same Right Honourable Lord Eles

mere, Lord Chancellor of England; which Lady deceased the third day of April, A. D. 1612."

At page 158 are lines "To the Lady Anne Glemmam, upon the death of her noble Father;" and at page 165, "To my most honoured and approved best friend and ally, Sir Franc. Lovell, Knight.”

The following short poem is at page 171. "To my most deare and no lesse-worthily-beloved friend and pupil Henry Mainwarring, Esquier, with the truely noble and venterous Knight, Sir Henry Thynne, accompanying into Persia the meritoriously-farre-renowned Knight, Sir Robert Sherley, Englishman ; yet Lord Ambassadour sent from the great Persian Potentate to all Christian Princes, for the good of Christendome."

Heroic Pupil, and most honour'd friend,

To thee, as to my moiety, I bequeath Half th' other half; beginning at mine end, To make, I hope, me triumph over death?

My son, sole son, and all I ever had,

Unto thy care and service I commend ;
So make me sonless, till you make me glad
With your returu from this world's farther end.

The absence of so dear a son as these,

Must needs affect thine honour'd sire with grief; But for thy good he doth his grief subdue:

So do I mine by his, sith his is chief!

Then with my son, take thou my heart and these
Celestial charms in storms to calm the seas.

ART. CXXIV. A Scourge for Paper-Persecutors: or
Paper's Complaint, compil'd in ruthfull rime,
Against the Paper-Spoilers of these times.

By J. D. With a continued just Inquisition of the same subject for this season: against PaperPersecutors. By A. H. Printed at London for H. H. and G. G. and are to be sold at the Golden Flower Deluce in Pope's-head Alley, 1625. 4to. 18 leaves.

WOOD makes a quære (in Ath. Oxon. I. 556) whether this was not written by John Donne? and Mr. Warton (in Hist. E. P. IV. 85) seems disposed to consider Wood's conjecture as well founded. But the fact is, that this lively pasquinade on the literature of the times, was printed in the Scourge of Folly (about 1611) a Collection of Epigrams penned by John Davies of Hereford, to whom the present piece must therefore be assigned. Both publications have in their title-page a neat cut of Wit scourging Folly, who is horsed upon the back of Time.

Mr. Warton, whose consummate taste and discriminative judgment may on all occasions be implicitly trusted, has described this piece to be written with some humour, and has given a specimen of the ridicule bestowed on our early chroniclers for their minute details of unimportant events. The following sarcasm seems levelled at Churchyard's Chips and Worthiness of Wales. It must be remembered that this is PAPER'S Complaint.

"One raies me with coarse rimes and chips them call, Offals of wit: a fire burne them all!

And then to make the mischiefe more compleate,

He blots my brow with verse as blacke as jeat ;
Wherein he shewes where Ludlow hath her scite,
And how her horse-high market-house is pight;

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