one Thomas Bancroft, as this poet tells us in his Epigrams, 4to. 1639: which Bancroft was of Swarston in Derbyshire, where his father and mother were buried, on whom he has an epitaph also, and an enigma on his birth-place. Shirley died in the parish of St. Giles's in the Fields, having been burnt out of his habitation in Fleet-street, in the great fire 1666."

"In his Dramatic Interlude, The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses for the armour of Achilles, is the fine song, which old Bowman used to sing to K. Charles, and which he has often sung to me.

"The glories of our birth and state," &c.

and therein also the fine lines,

"Your heads must come

To the cold tomb!

Only the actions of the just

Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust."*

ART. CLXIII. Pleasure's Vision; with Desert's Complaint: and a Short Dialogue of a Woman's properties, betweene an old man and a young. By Arthur Newman, of the Middle Temple, Gent. London, printed by G. E. for Thomas Bayly, and are to be sold at his shop in the middle-row in Holbourne, neere Staple Inne. 1619. 12mo.

An epistle dedicatory is inscribed to the right worshipfull and truly worthy Sir George Newman, Knight, and five copies of commendatory verses are

* See it in Percy's Reliques; and in Ellis's Specimens, III. 106

signatured, Marchadine Hunnis, Jo. Cookes, T. More, Pe. Lower, and G. Parre.

Of ARTHUR NEWMAN no particulars appear to be known; but he is a writer who, from the brevity rather than the inferiority of his productions, may be deemed a minor poet. His verses are moral, harmonious, and pleasing; as will be shewn by the opening of Desert's Complaint.

"Late, wand'ring by a valley side

Where weeping streames did sadly glide,
Sith Sol's bright raies could not appeare
The place or ought therein to cheare,
I saw clad in a mourning weed

A man whose griefes my griefe did breed;
For desart desert there, alas!

Upon his brow ingraven was;

And coldly on cold earth he lay,
Like some fram'd picture of decay:
Or like an ancient monument
Which was erected, to prevent
Th' oblivion of some noble fact,
Which some dead worthy once did act,
And being ruin'd would inforce
All the spectators with remorce

To breath forth helples sighes, and then
To raile on time, and check those men
That let decay to disinherit

True worth of what it had by merit.
Thus did he lye, and like a swan
Dying, to ease his heart began
In sad laments to sing his woe,
And thus he, sighing, on did goe:—

"Where shall I runne? where shall I fly?
Where shall my plaints find remedy?
Where are mine ancient friends? and where
My followers that held me deare?
Where may my now-lost honors be?
Where is the time that favour'd me?
And where, and how, and what am I
That in this wretched state here lye?
Of former joys am I not reft,
And of the careles world quite left?
Are not my followers distrest,
Disdain'd, despis'd, poore and opprest?
Are not my chiefest friends all dead?
Are not my honors from me fled?
And is not strangely Time disguis'd ?
O yes; for by it I'm despis'd.
I am an out-cast, and dejected,
And see with griefe my rites neglected;
And many doe usurpe my place
Which me, themselves, and it deface;
And unto such I plainely see

The world doth give what's due to me;
If men despise and slight me so,
I cannot thinke where I may goe:
And what to do I know not, I,
Unlesse I cease to be, and dye.
I am not franticke, for I knowe
By sad experience of my woe,
My haplesse words are too too true;
Which they I feare too soon will rue.
If to the country I retire,

There dull and earthly minds require
Houses and acres, by which now
Desert is measur'd: therefore how

Can I, whom Fate hath seem'd t' ordaine
This reputation's want to 'plaine,

And all fraile outwards but to slight,
Of them crave favour, much less right?
Or my complaints and wrongs appease,
Since dull besotting error these
Doth so much blind, that they scarce see
The odds betweene the drone and bee?
And yet, if good on earth do dwell,

"Tis in a simple rusticke's cell.”

The "dialogue of a Woman's properties," is conducted much after the plan of Sir John Davis's Contention between a Wife, a Widow, and a Maid; printed in Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, 1611.*

T. P.

ART. CLXIV.—The Curtaine Drawer of the World, or the Chamberlaine of that great Inne of Iniquity, where Vice in a rich embroidered gowne of veluet, rides a horse-backe like a Judge, and Vertue, in a thrid-bare cloake, full of patches goes a foote like a drudge. Where he that hath most money may best merry, and he that hath none at all wants a friend he shal daily have cause to remember to grieue for. By W. Parks, Gentleman, and sometimes Student in Barnard's Inne.

Trahit sua quemq; voluptas,

Attamen nocet empta dolore.

be

London, printed for Leonard Becket, and are to be sold at the Temple, neere to the Church, 1612. 4to. pp. 62.

* See Censura, Vol. I. p. 164,

This volume has an address" to the reader," of 158 lines; then head-title "to this waxing, waning world, that sometimes hath bene better. To the riotous distempered, prodigious generation of her children, that never were worse. The world to her children." The work is interspersed with several pieces of poetry, and at the end "a meditation of the vanity of all vanity, shewing they are least wise that most use it," in heroic verse, of near seven pages.

ART. CLXV.-Justa Funcbria Ptolemæi Oxoniensis, Thomæ Bodleii Equitis aurati, celebrata in Academia Oxoniensi. Mensis Martii 29, 1613. 4to. Oxon. 1613.

From this copious collection of funereal verses the five following copies are transcribed. The first, from the pen of Laud, who was afterwards archbishop of Canterbury; the second, third, and fourth, from that of Robert Burton, who wrote the Anatomy of Melancholy; and the fifth, in Greek, from the pen of Isaac Casaubon.

"Si sint vivaces hominum monumenta libelli,

Nomine si dignos Musa perire vetet:

Quàm famæ, (BODLEIE) tuæ, monumenta supersunt
Plurima? quamque tibi est debita longa dies!
Nec justum reor, ut mors, quæ tamen omnibus una
Dicitur, æquali sit tibi lege data.

Ergo mortalis quod vitæ fata negârunt,
Concedet seræ posteritatis amor.
Et nova consurgens olim testabitur ætas,

Quam dignus fueris non potuisse mori.

GUIL. LAUD, Sac. Theol. Doct.& Coll. Johan Præses."