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You pierce, although you strike not; I strike, and yet annoy not.

I spy, whereas I speak not,
For oft I speak and speed not:
But of my wound you reck not,
Because you see they bleed not.

Yet bleed they when you see not,
But you the pain endure not :
Of noble minds they be not
That ever kill and cure not.

I see, whereas I view not ;
I wish, although I crave not:
I serve, and yet I sue not ;
I hope for that I have not.

I catch, although I hold not;
I burn, although I flame not :
I seem, whereas I would not,
And when I seem, I am not.

Yours am I, though I seem not ; And will be, though I shew not : Mine outward deeds then deem not, When mine intent you know not.

But if my service prove not
Most sure, although I sue not,
Withdraw your mind, and love not,
Nor of my ruin rue not.

False Love and True Love.

[From the Bodleian MSS.] As you came from the holy land

Of Walsingham,

Met you not with my true love

By the way as you came ?
How shall I know your true love,

That have met many one
As I went to the holy land,

That have come, that have gone.
She is neither white nor brown,

But as the heavens fair;
There is none hath so divine a form

In the earth or the air.
Such a one did I meet, good sir,

Such an angelic face;
Who like a queen, like a nymph did appear,

By her gait, by her grace :
She hath left me here all alone,

All alone as unknown,
Who sometimes did me lead with herself,

And me loved as her own:
What's the cause that she leaves you alone

And a new way doth take: Who loved you once as her own

And her joy did you make ? I have loved her all my youth,

But now, old as you see,
Love likes not the falling fruit

From the withered tree :
Know that Love is a careless child

And forgets promise past,
He is blind, he is deaf, when he list,

And in faith never fast :
His desire is a dureless content,

And a trustless joy ;
He is won with a world of despair,

And is lost with a toy:
Of women-kind such indeed is the love,

Or the word love abused;
Under which many childish desires

And conceits are excused :

But true love is a durable fire

In the mind ever burning;
Never sick, never old, never dead,

From itself never turning.

The Answer to the Lie.

[From the Ashmolean MSS.]
Court's scorn, state's disgracing,
Potentate's scoff, government's defacing,
Prince's touch, church's unhallowing,
Art's injury, virtue's debacing,
Age's monster, honour's wasting,
Beauty's blemish, favour's blasting,
Wit's excrement, wisdom's vomit,
Physic's scorn, law's comet,
Fortune's child, valour's defiler,
Justice's revenger, friendship’s beguiler :

Such is the song, such is the author,
Worthy to be rewarded with a halter.

Erroris Responsio.

[From the Ashmolean MSS.]
COURT's commender, state's maintainer,
Potentate's defender, government's gainer,
Prince's praiser, church's preacher,
Art's raiser, virtue's teacher,
Age's rewarder, honour's strengthener,
Beauty's guarder, favour's lengthener,
Wit's admirer, wisdom's scholar,
Physic's desirer, law's follower,
Fortune's blamer, nature's observer,
Justice' proclaimer, friendship's preserver:

Such is the author, such is the song,
Returning the halter, contemning the wrong.

Epitaph on Secretary Cecil. [See Osborne's Traditional Memoires, 1658. p. 89, and Oldys's Life, p. 424.]

HERE lies Hobinall our pastor while ere,
That once in a quarter our fleeces did shear ;

To please us, his cur he kept under clog,
And was ever after both shepherd and dog.
For oblation to Pan his custom was thus,
He first gave a trifle, then offer'd up us:
And through his false worship such power he did gain,
As kept him o'th' mountain, and us on the plain.
Where many a hornpipe he tun'd to his Phyllis,
And sweetly sung Walsingham to's Amaryllis,
Till Atropos clapt him, a p— on the drab,
For (spite of his tarbox) he died of the scab.

A Riddle. (From a MS. in the Bodleian written about 1589.] Th' offence of the stomach, with the word of disgrace, Is the gentleman's name with th' effeminate face.

id est RAWLEY, The Answer. The word of denial, and the letter of fifty, Is the gentleman's name that will never be thrifty.

id est NowELL.

APPENDIX.

ACCOUNT OF SIR WALTER RALEGH.

[From Aubrey's MSS. in the Ashmolean Museum.]

HE was a tall, handsome, and bold man; but his næve was, that he was damnable proud. Old Sr. Robert Harley, of Brampton-Brian Castle, (who knew him,) would say, 'twas a great question, who was the proudest, Sr. W. or Sr. Thomas Overbury, but the difference that was, was judged on Sr. Tho. side.

He had 2 wives; his first was ..... Throckmorton ; 2d ....... mother of Carew Ralegh, 2d son,

Sr. Carew Ralegh a, of Downton, in com. Wilts, was his eldest brother, who was gentleman of the horse to sir Jo. Thynne, of Longleate, and after his death maried his lady; by whom he had children as in the pedigree. Walter and Tom, his gr. children, say that sir Carew was the elder knight. I have heard my grandfather say, that Sr. Carew had a delicate cleare voice, and played singularly well on the olpharion b, (wch was the instrument in fashion in those dayes,) to which he did sing. His grand-children, Walter and Tom (with whom I went to schoole at Blandford, in Dorset. 4 yeares,) had also excellent tuneable voices, and played their parts well on the violin; ingeniose, but all proud and quarrelsome.

Sir Walter Ralegh was of ...... in Oxford. Vide de hoc A. Wood's Antiquities.

He went into Ireland, where he served in the warres, and * Mem. He made an excellent cordiall, good in feavers, &c. Mr. R. Boyle has the rec. and makes it, and does great cures with it. h 'Tis as big as a lute, but flatt-bellyed, with wire strings.

RALEGH, MISC. WORKS. 3 B

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