EXTRACTS FROM LACHRYMÆ LACHRYMARUM, 1613. Upon the unseasonable times that have followed the unseasonable death of my sweete master, Prince Henry, by J. Hall. "Fond vulgar, canst thou thinke it strange to find, So watery water, and so wastefull winde ? The world's whole frame, his part in mourning beares: Such sighs, such teares, to these sad times belong. These show'rs have drown'd all hearts: these sighs did make Weep on, ye heav'ns; and sigh as ye begon: Of the Rainbowe, that was reported to be seen in the night, over St. James's, before the Prince's death; and of the unseasonable winter since, by J. Hall. Was ever mighty Rainbowe seen? VOL. II. 3 s Iris was wont to be of old Heaven's messenger to earthly mold; His glory should be with our woe. And now, for that men's mourning weed, Reports a griefe, not felt indeed; The winter weeps, and mournes indeed, To Master Joshua Sylvester. I dare confesse, of Muses more than nine, And, what shee sees above, below, between,* Which pent with chaines, more want their wonted haste. And sing'st his numbers in his native veine. Whether is more? mee seems the sooth to sayn, Jos. HALL. Other poems by Bishop Hall occur in Carmen Funebre Caroli Horni, 1596, and in funeral verses upon the death of Sir Edward Lewkenor and his Lady, 1606. An encomiastic epigram by him is prefixed to Greenham's works, 1601; and verses In Autorem before Bishop Bedell's Tale of the Powder Plot. * Qu. the transcript here? Editor. VERSES PREFIXED TO "The Wil of Wit, Wit's Wil, or Wil's Wit, chuse you whether. Containing five discourses, the effects whereof follow. Reade and iudge. Newly corrected and amended; being the fift time imprinted. Compiled by Nicholas Breton, Gentleman. 4to. Non hà, che non sà. London, printed by Thomas Creede, 1606.” Ad Lectorem, de Authore. What shall I say of gold, more than 'tis gold? Why, what's his wit? proved, and aske his will. Why, what's his will? reade on, and learne of Wit. Both good I gesse, yet each a severall ill. This may seeme strange to those that heare of it. Wherefore, O BRETON! worthy is thy worke And such a sport, as serves for other kinds, Both young and old, for learning, armes, and love. With some extreames their patient mindes to prove. W. S. The three following are taken from this Tract. Wit. What art thou, Will? W. A babe of nature's broode. The Song between Miserie and Care. Mis. What art thou, Care? C. A secret skil unseene. M. Who was thy syre? C. Sound Wisdome. M. Mother who? C. Devise. M. And who thy nurse? C. Delight, I weene. M. When wert thou born? C. In harvest. M. What to do? C. To worke. M. With whom? C. With Wit and honest Will. M. What worke? C. In paine-to gleane the good from ill. The Song of Care. Come, all the world, submit yourselves to Care, |