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His certain life, that never can deceive him,
Is full of thousand sweets and rich content:
The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him
With coolest shades, till noontide's rage is spent:

His life is neither tost in boisterous seas

Of troublous world, nor lost in slothful ease: Pleased and full bless'd he lives, when he his God can please.

His bed of wool yields safe and quiet slecps,
While by his side his faithful spouse hath place:
His little son into his bosom creeps,
The lively picture of his father's face:

Never his humble house or state torment him;

Less he could like, if less his God had sent him; And when he dies, green turfs with grassy tomb content him.

ENVY.1

Envy the next, Envy with squinted eyes;

Sick of a strange disease, his neighbor's health ;
Best lives he then, when any better dies;
Is never poor, but in another's wealth :

On best men's harms and griefs he feeds his fill;

Else his own maw doth eat with spiteful will:
Ill must the temper be, where diet is so ill.
Each eye through divers optics slyly leers,

Which both his sight and object's self belie;
So greatest virtue as a moat appears,
And molehill faults to mountains multiply.

When needs he must, yet faintly, then he praises;

Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises. So marreth what he makes, and praising, most dispraises.

DECAY OF HUMAN GREATNESS. Fond man, that looks on earth for happiness,

And here long seeks what here is never found!
For all our good we hold from Heaven by lease,

With many forfeits and conditions bound;
Nor can we pay the fine, and rentage clue;
Though now but writ, and seal'd, and given anew,
Yet daily we it break, then daily must renew.

Why shouldst thou here look for perpetual good,

At every loss against Heaven's face repining?
Do but behold where glorious cities stood,

With gilded tops and silver turrets shining;
There now the hart fearless of greyhound seeds,
And loving pelican in safety breeds:
There screeching satyrs fill the people's empty steads.?
Where is th’ Assyrian lion's golden lide,

That all the East once grasp'd in lordly paw?

1 "In his description of Envy, Fletcher is superior to Spenser.”- Relrospectwe 9 Places.

penser."- Relropective Reviere 136

Where that great Persian bear, whose swelling pride

The lion's self tore out with ravenous jaw ?
Or he which, 'twixt a lion and a pard,
Through all the world with nimble pinions fared,
And to his greedy whelps his conquer'd kingdoms shared.
Hardly the place of such antiquity,

Or note of these great monarchies we find :
Only a fading verbal memory,

And empty name in writ is left behind:
But when this second life and glory fades,
And sinks at length in time's obscurer shades,
A second fall succeeds, and double death invades.

That monstrous beast, which, nursed in Tiber's fen,

Did all the world with hideous shape affray;
That fill'd with costly spoil his gaping den,

And trod down all the rest to dust and clay:
His battering horns, pull'd out by civil hands,
And iron teeth, lie scatter'd on the sands;
Back’d, bridled by a monk, with seven heads yoked stands.
And that black vulture, which, with deathful wing,

O'ershadows half the earth, whose dismal sight
Frighted the Muses from their native spring,

Already stoops, and flags with weary flight:
Who then shall hope for happiness beneath?
Where each new day proclaims chance, change, and deatlı,
And life itsell's as flit as is the air we breathe.

WILLIAM HABINGTON, 1605-1654.

BILLiam HadingTON was born at the country seat of his ancestors in Worcestershire, called Hindlip, in 1605, the year of the famed gunpowder plot, the discovery of which is said to have come from his mother. They were a wealthy family, and were Papists. William was educated in the Jesuits' College in St. Omers, and afterwards at Paris, in the hope that he might enter into that society. But he preferred a wiser and happier course of life, and returning to his own country, married Lucy, daughter of William Herbert. In 1635 he published a volume of poems entitled “Castara," under which name he celebrates his wife, a kind of title fashionable in that day. He died when he had just completed his fiftieth year, and was buried in the family vault at Hindlip.

But little is known of Habington's history. He appears to have been vis. tinguished for connubial felicity, for a love of retireinent and study, and for the dignity and moral beauty of his sentiments. “His poems possess much elegance, much poetical fancy, and are almost everywhere tinged with a deep moral cast, which ought to have ma:le their fame more permanent."'2

| The Mohammedan Empire.

2 See « Censura Literaria, v lam's Literature," *c., #1. 182.

. 227 and 387; and “Retrospect've Review,"

ll. 274 ; also. "Hal.

TO CASTARA,
In praise of Content, and the calm Happiness of the Country at Hindlip.

Do not their profane orgies hear
Who but to wealth no altars rear :
The soul's oft poison'd through the ear,
Castara, rather seek to dwell
In th' silence of a private cell:
Rich discontent's a glorious Hell.
Yet Hindlip doth not want extent
Of room (though not magnificent)
To give free welcome to content.
There shalt thou see the early Spring,
That wealthy stock of Nature bring,
Of which the Sybils' books did sing.
From fruitless palms shall boney flow,
And barren Winter harvest show,
While lilies in his bosom grow.
No north wind shall the corn infest,
But the soft spirit of the east,
Our scent with perfumed banquets feast.
A Satyr here and there shall trip,
In hope to purchase leave to sip
Sweet nectar from a Fairy's lip.
The Nymphs with quivers shall adorn
Their active sides, and rouse the morn
With the shrill music of their horn.
Waken'd with which, and viewing thee,
Fair Daphne, her fair self shall free
From the chaste prison of a tree;
And with Narcissus (to thy faco
Who humbly will ascribe all grace)
Shall once again pursue the chase.
So they whose wisdom did discuss
Of these as fictions, shall in us
Find they were more than fabulous.

THE VANITY OF AVARICE.
Hark! how the traitor wind doth court

The sailors to the main;
To make their avarice his sport:

A tempest checks the fond disdain;
They bear a safe though humble port.
We'll sit, my love, upon the shore,

And while proud billows rise
To war against the sky, speak o'er

Our love's so sacred mysteries;
And charm the sea to th' calm it had before.

Where's now my pride t'extend my fame

Wherever statues are?
And purchase glory to my name

In the smooth court or rugged war?
My love hath laid the devil, I am tame.
I'd rather, like the violet, grow

Unmark d in th' shaded vale,
Than on the hill those terrors know

Are breathed forth by an angry gale;
There is more pomp above, more swect below.

Castara, what is there above

The treasures we possess?
We two are all and one, we move

Like stars in th' orb of happiness.
All blessings are epitomized in love.

JOSEPH HALL. 1574-1656. Few names in our language have united in a greater degree the character of an instructive prose writer and a vigorous poet, than Joseph Hall. He was born at Briston Park, in Leicestershire, in 1574, and after taking his degree at Cambridge, he rose through various church preferments to be Bishop of Exeter, and subsequently, in 1641, to be Bishop of Norwich. In the same year he joined with the twelve prelates in the protestation of all laws made during their forced absence from Parliament. In consequence of this, he, with the rest, was sent to the Tower, and was released only on giving £5000 bail. Two years after, he was among the number marked out for sequestration. After suffering extreme hardships, he was allowed to retire on a small pittance, to Higham, near Norwich, where he continued, in comparative ob scurity, but with indefatigable zeal and intrepidity, to exercise the duties of a pastor, till he closed his days, in the year 1656, at the venerable age of eighty-two.

As a poet, Bishop Hall is known by his “ Bookes of byting Satyres.” These were published at the early age of twenty-three. They are marked, says Warton,' with a classical precision to which English poetry had yet rarely attained. They are replete with animation of style and sentiment. The characters are delineated in strong and lively coloring, and their discriminations are touched with the masterly traces of genuine humor. His chief fault is obscurity, arising from a remote plıraseology, constrained combinations, un familiar allusions, and abruptness of expression. But it must be borne in mind that he was the first English satirist. Pope, on presenting Mr. West with a copy of his poetical works, observed that he esteemed them the best poetry and the truest satire in the language.

THE ANXIOUS CLIENT AND RAPACIOUS LAWYER.

The crouching client, with low-bended knee,
And many worships, and fair flattery,

A trasterly analysis of these satires may be found in Warton's "History of English Poetry, Fol. iv., sections 62, 63, and 64.

Tells on his tale as smoothly as him list;
But still the lawyer's eye squints on his fist:
If that seem lined with a larger fee,
“ Doubt not the suit, the law is plain for thee."
Thol must he buy his vainer hopes with price,
Disclout his crowns, and thank him for advice.

THE DOMESTIC TUTOR. A gentle squire would gladly entertain Into his house some trencher-chapelain ;3 Some willing man that might instruct his sons, And that would stand to good conditions. First, that he lie upon the truckle-bed, While his young master lieth o'er his head.5 Second, that he do, on no default, Ever presume to sit above the salt.6 Third, that he never change his trencher twice. Fourth, that he use all common courtesies; Sit bare at meals, and one half rise and wait. Last, that he never his young master beat; But he must ask his mother to define How many jerks? she would his back should line. All these observed, he could contented be To give five marks and winter livery,

THE RUSTIC WISHING TO TURN SOLDIER.

The sturdy ploughman doth the soldier see
All scarfd with pied colors to the knee,
Whom Indian pillage hath made fortunate;
And now he 'gins to loathe his former state:
Now doth he inly scorn his Kendal-green,8
And his patch'd cockers 9 now despised been;
Nor list he now go whistling to the car,
But sells his team, and settleth to the war.
Oh war! to them that never tried thee, sweet:
When his dead mate falls grovelling at his feet;
And angry bullets whistle at his ear,
And his dim eyes see nought but dread and drear.

1 Yet even

Pull them out of his purse. 8 Or, a table-chaplain. In the same sense we have "trencher-knight" in "Love's Labor Lol." We still too often see, as did Hall, the depressed state of modest, but trne genius; we still see "" learned pate duck to the golden fool;" we still see “pastors and teachers" court and flatter mca who have little else than their money to recommend them.

4 Pronounced as in four syllables, con-li-ti-ons.

5 This indulgence allowed to the pupil is the reverse of a more ancient rule at Oxford, by which the scholars are ordered “to sleep respectively under the beds of the Fellows, in a truckle bed, (Trookya Leddys, vulgariter puncupati,) or small bed shifted about upon wheels."

6 In Hall's day the table was divided into the upper and lower messes, by a huge salt ceint, the rank and consequence of the visitors were marked by the situation of their seats above or our the salt-cellar.

7 Lashes. 8 A kind of forester's green cloth, so called from Kendal, Westmoreland county, which was famous for its manufacture.

9“A kind of rustic high shoes or hair boots. 10 That is, to them who have never seen the time when, &c.

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