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I. VOL. I.


47

Cales and Guyana.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

“If you from spoil of the old world's farthest end
To the new world your kindled valours bend,
What brave examples then do prove it true
That one thing's end doth still begin a new!”

51

Il Cavaliere Gio: Wingfield.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

“Beyond th'old Pillars many have travellèd
Towards the Sun's cradle, and his throne, and bed.
A fitter Pillar our Earl did bestow
In that base Island; for he well did know
Farther than Wingfield no man dares to go.”

82

[[To Mr. E. G.]]
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

“Even as lame things thirst their perfection, so
The slimy rhymes bred in our vale below,
Bearing with them much of my love and heart,
Fly unto that Parnassus, where thou art.
There thou o'erseest London. Here I have been
By staying in London too much overseen.
Now pleasure's dearth our City doth possess;
Our theatres are filled with emptiness;
As lank and thin is every street and way
As a woman delivered yesterday.
Nothing whereat to laugh my spleen essays
But bear-baitings or law exercise.
Therefore I'll leave it, and in the country strive
Pleasure, now fled from London, to retrieve.
Do thou so too; and fill not, like a bee,
Thy thighs with honey, but as plenteously
As Russian merchants, thyself's whole vessel load,
And then at Winter retail it here abroad.
Bless us with Suffolk's sweets; and, if it is
Thy garden, make thy hive and warehouse this.”

318

[[To Mr. R. W.]]
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

“Zealously my Muse doth salute all thee,
Enquiring of that mystic trinity
Whereof thou, and all to whom heavens do infuse
Like fire, are made,—thy body, mind and Muse.
Dost thou recover sickness, or prevent?
Or is thy mind travail'd with discontent?
Or art thou parted from the world and me,
In a good scorn of the world's vanity?
Or is thy devout Muse retir'd to sing
Upon her tender elegiac string?
Our minds part not; join then thy Muse with mine,
For mine is barren thus divorc'd from thine.”
END OF VOL. I.