treason; the 2d. was, that he received his education in Christ's Hospital, of which they were the patrons: and the third motive was, that it might be received as a small pledge of his obliged duty; and as a symbol of his service, which was and ever should be wholly at their lordship's and worship's command.

To the poem is also prefixed a poetical address by the translator, and some commendatory verses by his friends, one of which was by a Thomas Salisbury, a M.A. of Cambridge; and another by Joshua Sylvester, with a short address to Momus, or the Carping Catholick.*

There is then another wooden cut, in the middle of which is a circle containing the view of a church with two crowned heads; and round it are the heads of a bishop and several figures blowing with all their force in vain against it. Underneath which are written six verses, beginning,

"Enclos'd with clouds of ignorance and error, Rome, Hell, and Spain do threaten England's terror."

The character of Guy Fawkes may be considered as a fair and sufficient specimen of the poem.

&c.

A man to mischief prompt,

Swift to shed blood, and soon with treason stain'd;
With envy stufft, and puff'd; else malcontent,

Dissembling Simon, double-diligent ;

Whose name he ever changeth with his place

Of residence, like Neptune Proteus,

A. Wood says, another was by Nathan Chamber of Gray's Inn,
Wood's Ath. II. 154. Editor.

His name and shame equal in his disgrace;
Foster sometimes, Johnson, and Brunius,
His name not nature, habit not his heart,
He takes, forsakes, as best befits his part."

Prefixed to the second part is another wooden cut, representing the Parliament House, with Guy Fawkes at the door with a key in one hand, and à dark lanthern in the other. Several courtiers appear discovering him; and many stars are seen in the hemisphere.

"Infernal Fawkes with demoniacke heart,

Being ready now, to act his hellish part,
Booted and spurr'd with lanthern in his hand,
And match in's pocket, at the doore doth stand;
But wise Lord Knevet, by divine direction,
Him apprehends, and findes the Plot's detection."

There is a poetical dedication to Mr. Jay, Alderman of London, and Governor of Christ's Hospital; and at the end are several smaller poems; as a Paraphrase on the 123d Psalm; an Epigram against the Jesuits; epitaphs to the memory of Prince Henry; and some verses to the Queen with an enigmatical riddle.*

Aylesbury, 27 Oct. 1806.

J. H.

* A. Wood says, that " Vicars afterwards making some additions to this translation, repaired to Dr. Sam. Baker, chaplain to Laud, Bishop of London, to have it licensed, but was denied for several reasons."

Vicars was a native of London; and died 1652, aged about 72. He was deemed a tolerable poet by the Puritans, but not by the Royalists, being, as they said, inspired "by ale or viler liquors." Wood's Ath. II. 153. EDITOR.

ART. CL. Fortunes Fashion, Pourtrayed in the troubles of the Ladie Elizabeth Gray, wife to Edward the Fourth. Written by Tho. Sampson. London: Printed for William Iones, and are to be sold at his shop at White-crosse streete end by the Church. 1613. 4to. containing pp. 45, with the device of an anchor, sprigs of laurel, &c. round which is "Anchora Spei."

THE author of this historical poem, (evidently written after the manner of "The Myrroure for Magistrates;") is supposed by Wood to be a descendant from the noted Thomas Sampson, dean of Christ-Church, Oxford. Of his life and situation I have been unable to collect any particulars; yet so far as relates to his literary labours, I conceive this to be his only production.

"Fortune's Fashion" is dedicated to Mr. Henry Pilkington, of Gadsby in the county of Leicester, gentleman it is preceded by "an argument for the better understanding of the readers," and consists of stanzas of six lines each. Although its poetical merit will not, the rarity of this book may in some measure excuse a few extracts: according to the argument we see the unhappy sufferer "newly risen out of her grave, and in the extremity of her grief, speaking as followeth :"

"Some time I was, unhappy was that time,
Wherein I liv'd, and never tasted joys,
That did not wither, ere they were in prime:
Honours are such uncertain, fading toys.

I was King Edward's wife, a wofull queen,
As in this history may plain be seen.

O had my love in my first choice remain'd,
How happy had I been, from grief how free?
Of wofull haps I never had complain'd:

But that must needs be that the fates decree.
The cottage seated in the dale below
Stands safe, when highest tow'rs do overthrow.

My youth was bless'd in love with equal choice,
The matter fit prepared for love's fire;
In which while I consum'd ne'er did my voice
Nor thoughts consent to wish my fortunes higher.
Thus in the valley whilst my love did rest,
My love, though lowly, none more highly blest.

But fatal powers with unreserv'd decree,

Whom hecatombs of pray'rs may not persuade To add one minute to the bliss they see,

Or spare one day, what but a day was made: Their course is fix'd, and cannot be prevented, They best abide their might that are contented.

Whose pow'r in me distressed erst was known,

When Edward fourth of name obtain'd the crown;
And put sixth Henry from his regal throne,
Raising himself by casting others down,
Greedy Ambition, endless in desiring,
On others ruin foundeth her aspiring.

Then first began the ground-work of my woe;
Then lost I him that had my prime of love;
And then the prime of sorrows I did know,

In prime of joy, that did more sorrows move.
The daintiest palate with exactest skill,
Distastes the relish of the bitter pill.

Then was my husband slain on Henry's part,

Then was I left a widow desolate :

Yet once again love chose another dart,

Whose golden head I thought would raise my fate:King Edward's love I mean; but what ensu'd?— The crown I gain'd I ever after ru'd."

Having continued her sad tale even to the time of her interment,

"this queen return'd unto her rest,

And vanish'd."

The author, then, in a few more stanzas takes leave of his readers, and concludes.

"Thus have you heard, although abruptly pen'd, The fortunes of this queen, and of her friends:

Princes as well as beggars do depend

On the Almighty's will: whate'er he sends,

None can prevent, or alter his decree,

So firm, so sure, his secret judgments be."

P. B.

ART. CLI. Rub and a Great Cast: and Runne, and a Great Cast. The second bowle.

Epigrams.

1614. 4to.

In 200

By Thomas Freeman. London.

FOR this odd title, which would seem to have travelled from the bowling-green, the author assigns a fanciful reason in the following lines: