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And then your grace need not make any doubt,
The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone,
- Now from the third question thou must not shrinke, But tell me here truly what I do thinke.
“ Yea, that shall I do, and make your grace merry:
The king he laughed, and swore by the malle,
Four nobles a weeke, then I will give thee, 1ος
YOU MEANER BEAUTIES.
This little Sonnet was written by Sir Henry Wotton, Knight, on that amiable Princess, Elizabeth daughter of James I. and wife of the Elcctor i alatine, who was chosen King of Bohemia, Sept. 5, 1619. The consequences of this fatal election are well known: Sir Henry Wotton, who in that and the following year was employed in several embafies in Germany on behalf of this unfortunate lady Jeems to have had an uncommon attachment to ber merit and fortunes, for be
gave away a jewel worth a thousand pounds, that was prijented to him by the Emperor, because it came from aan
enemy to his royal mistress the Queen of Bohemia.” See Biog. Britan.
This fong is printed from the Reliquiæ Wottonianæ, 1651, with some corrections from an old MS. copy.
OU meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfie our eies
You common people of the skies,
Ye violets that first appeare,
By your pure purple mantles known
As if the Spring were all your own ;
Ye curious chaunters of the wood,
That warble forth dame Nature's layes,
By your weak accents: what's your praise,
So when my mistris shal be seene
In sweetnesse of her looks and minde;
Tell me, if she was not design'd
THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER,
This excellent old song, the subject of which is a compari. fon between the manners of the old gentry, as still fubfifting in the times of Elizabeth, and the modern refinements af. Vol. II.
frated by their fons in the reigns of her successors, is given, with corrections, from an ancient black-letter copy in the Pepys colle&tion, compared with another printed among fome miscellaneous “ poems and fongs" in a book intitled, « Le « Prince d'amour," 1660, 8vo.
N old ,
Like an old courtier of the queen's,
With an old lady, whose anger one word afswages ; They every quarter paid their old servants their wages, And never knew what belong'd to coachmen, footmen,
nor pages, But kept twenty old fellows with blue coats and badges;
Like an old courtier, &c.
With an old study filld full of learned old books,
by his looks. With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old
With an old hail, hung about with pikes, guns, and bows, With old swords, and bucklers, that had borne many
Ihrew de blows, And an old frize coat, to cover his worship's trunk hose, And a cup of old fherry, to comfort his copper nose;
Like an old courtier, &c.
With a good old fashion, when Christmaffe was come, To call in all his old neighbours with bagpipe and drum, With good chear enough to furnish every old room, And old liquor able to make a cat speak, and inan dumb,
Like an old courtier, &Co
With an old falconer, huntsman, and a kennel of hounds, That never hawked, nor hunted, but in his own grounds, Who, like a wise man, kept himself within his own
bounds, And when he dyed gave every child a thousand good
But to his eldest son his house and land he assign'd, Charging him in his will to keep the old bountifull mind, To be good to his old tenants, and to his neighbours
be kiod: But in the ensuing ditty you shall hear how he was ina