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By those sweet cheekes where loue incamped lies,
To kisse the roses of the springing yeere,
I tempt thee Rosalind. by ruthfull plaints,
Not seasoned with deceit of fraudfull guile,
But firme in paine, far more then tongue depaints;
Sweet nymph be kind, and grace me with a smile,
So may the heauens preserue from hurtfull foode
Thy harmlesse flocks; so may the summer yeeld
The pride of all her riches and her good
To fat thy sheepe (the citizens of field).
Oleaue to arme thy louely browes with scorne,
The birds their beake, the lion hath his taile :
And louers nought but sighs and bitter mourne,
The spotlesse fort of fancie to assaile.

Oh Rosalind, then be thou pitifull,
For Rosalind is onely beautifull.


A blithe and bonny country lasse,
Heigh ho, bonuy lasse,

Sate sighing on the tender grasse,

And weeping said, will none come woo me?

A smicker boy a lither swayne,

Heigh ho, a smicker swayne,
That in his loue was wanton faine,

With smiling lookes strait came vnto her.

When as the wanton wench espide,
Heigh ho when she espide
The meanes to make herself a bride,
She simpred smooth like bonny bell,

The swayne that saw her squint eide kind,
Heigh ho squint eide kinde,

His arms about her body twined,

And faire lasse, how faire yee? well.

The country Kit said well forsooth,
Heigh ho, well forsooth,

But that I haue a longing tooth,
A longing tooth that makes me crie:
Alas, said he, what garres thy griefe?
Heigh ho, what garres thy griefe?
A wounde, quoth she, without reliefe;
I feare a maide that I shall die.

If that be all, the shepheard said,
Heigh ho, shepheard said,

He make thee wine it, gentle maide,
And so secure thy maladie,
Hereon they kist with many an oath,
Heigh h, with many an oath,
And fore god Pan did plight their troth,
And to the church they hied them fast.

And God send euery pretty peate,
Heigh ho, the pretty peate
That feares to die of this conceite,
So kind a friend to helpe at last.


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I HAVE by no means exhausted the subject of rare Poetical Tracts, which are to be found, either in the Museum, or in the Collections of my friends; but wishing to exhibit to the reader as various amusement as possible, I shall close this part of my work with a brief description of some rarer Epigrammatic productions of the earliest period.

1. "THE LETTING OF HUMORS BLOOD IN THE HEAD-VAINE, with a New Morissco, daunced by Seven Satyres upon the bottom of Diogenes Tubbe.

Imprinted at London, by W. White. 1611." This must have been a very popular work in its day, as there were several editions of it under various titles. The author was Samuel Rowlands.

The following specimen shows how much Tarlton was praised and followed for his performance of the Clown's part.

EPIG. 31.

When Tarlton clown'd it in a pleasant vaine,
And with conceites did good opinions gaine
Upon the stage his merry humours shop,

Clownes knew the Clowne by his great clownish slop:


But now the're gulled, for present fashion sayes,
Dick Tarlton's part gentlemens breeches plaies,
In every streete where any gallant goes,
The swaggring sloppe is Tarlton's clownish hose.


Alas, Delfridus keepes his bed, God knowes,
Which is a signe his worships very ill,
His griefe beyond the ground of phisicke goes,
No doctor that comes neare it with his skill,
Yet doth he eate, drinke, talke, and sleepe profound,}
Seeming to all mens judgment healthfull found,
Then gesse the cause he thus to bed is drawne,
What thinke you so may such a hap procure it.
Well tis very true, his hose are out at pawne,
A breechless chaunce is coine he must endure it,
His hose to Brokers jayle committed are,
His singular and only velvet paire.


Uni si possim placere sat est.

Printed at London, for F. B. dwelling at the Flower de Luce and Crowne, in Pauls Church Yard. 1606."

This collection of Epigrams, is not mentioned by Warton. It is inscribed by the author "To his no little respected Friend, little John Buck, I dedicated this my little."

EPIG. 11.

Brutus, that brave and compleat Cavalier,
Who thus of late in Fleet Street flourished,
Thought then no pleasure or expence too deare
But see how soon the case is altered,
As that constrained to divide the streete,
He now betakes himselfe unto the Fleete.

EPIG. 14.

Faunus for feates of fencing beares the bell,
For skill in musick on each instrument,
For dancing, carving, and discoursing well,

With other sundry gifts more excellent;
But striving still to make his credit stronger,
The taylor will not trust him any longer.

EPIG. 32.

Persuade not Romulus to take a wife,

Who is to wedlock sworne an enemie, And ever vowes to lead a single life,

Which he accompts most honest purity. Besides a thousand reasons that constraines him, Amongst the rest, a marchants wife maintains him.

EPIG. 74.

Paulus, a pamphlet doth in preze present,

Unto his Lord, "The Frutes of idle Time," Who far more carelesse then therewith content, Wished he would convert it into rime,

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