Sure thou art that Parnassus hill,
On which Deucalion did dwell,

When all the earth was drowned,

So whilst the earth now swims in blood,
And men walk through in crimson flood
Thy head with peace is crowned..

Here all the muses, with their king,
Bay-browd Apollo sit and sing
Their envied quietnesse,

So nothing's wanting, as we see,
To make thee blest, except it bee
Submissive thankfulnesse.

Here we have just Deucalions,
Who make wise men of stupid stones,
And who behinde them cast

The love of earth, whose innocence
Keeps off the floods of war from hence,
So that our hill stands fast.

Much of this happinesse we gain
By him whose sacred brows sustain
The three-fold diadem

Of these sea-grasping isles, whose ground
Jove's brother doth not onely round,
But as his own doth claim.

Great God, prime author of our peace,
Let not this happinesse decrease,
But let it flourish still;

Take not thy mercie from this land,

Nor from the man of thy right hand,

So shall we fear no ill.

The book, which is in the excellent collection of my esteemed friend, Mr. Freeling, is inscribed, "To the Right Honourable William, Marquesse of Hartford, Lord Governour to the Prince his Highnesse."

A copy of Greek hexameters, addressed to the author, have the signature of ISANNOT

ΙΩΑΝΝΟΥΣ.

Quere, Who was this Alexander Rosse? The Alexander Rosse, immortalized in Hudibras, is represented by the author of the General Biographical Dictionary as born in 1640. The Mel Heliconium has the date of 1642.

POEM,

TOUCHING THE ASSOCIATION OF THE ENGLISH

TOUNG WITH THE FRENCH, ITALIAN,

OR SPANISH.

FRANCE, Italy, and Spain, ye sisters three,
Whose toungs are branches of the Latian tree,
To perfect your odd number, be not shy
To take a fourth to your society.
That high Teutonick dialect which bold
Hengistus with his Saxous brought of old
Among the Brittains, when by knife and sword
The first of England did create the word.
Nor ist a small advantage to admitt,

To make a speech to mix with you and knitt,
Who by her consonants and tougher strains
Will bring more arteries 'mong your soft veins,
For of all toungs Dutch hath most nerves and bones,
Except the Pole, who hurles his words like stones.
Some feign that when our Protoplastick fire
Lost Paradis by heavens provoked ire,
He in Italian tempted was, in French
Fell a begging pardon, but from thence

He was thrust out in the high Teuton toung,
Whence English, though much polished, since is
This book is then an inlaid peece of art,
English the knots which strengthen every part:
Four languages are here together fixed,
Our Lemsters die with Naples silk is mixt.

£ 3

sprung.

The

The Loire, the Po, the Thames, and Tagus glide
All in one bed, and kisse each others side;
The Alpes and Pyrenean mountains meet,
The rose and flower-de-luce hang in one street.
May Spain and red-capt France a league here strike,
If 'twixt their kings and crowns there were the like.
Poore Europe should not bleed so fast, and call
Turbands at last unto her funerall.

From Howell's Lexicon Tetraglotton.
Fol. 1660.

THE

THE following whimsical Verses are taken from a curious book, of which there are two editions, one printed at Edinburgh, the other at London. The former is classed among English books of rarity. The title is," A WORLD OF WONDERS, or an Introduction to a Treatise touching the Conformitie of ancient and moderne Wonders, or a Preparative Treatise to the Apologie for Herodotus; the Argument whereof is taken from the Apologie for Herodotus, written in Latine by HENRY STEPHENS, and continued here by the Author himselfe. Translated out of the best corrected French Copie. Edinburgh. Imprinted by Andrew Hart and Richard Lawson. 1608. Folio. "

The Andrew Hart mentioned in the above title-page, was one of those who materially promoted the successful establishment of printing in Scotland. His folio Bible, printed in 1610, is very remarkable for its fidelity and elegance. This I have particularly described in my second volume, p. 232. Hart also printed the Muses Welcome to King James at Edinburgh, 1618, which is praised by Watson in his curious account of the Scottish printers.