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Long doth she stay, as loth to leave the land
From whose soft side she first did issue make;
She tastes all places, turns to every hand,
Her flowery banks unwilling to forsake.

Yet nature so her streams doth lead and carry, As that her course doth make no final stay, Till she herself unto the sea doth marry, Within whose wat’ry bosom first she lay.

E'en so the soul, which, in this earthly mould,
The spirit of God doth secretly infuse,
Because at first she doth the earth behold,
And only this material world she views.

At first her mother earth she holdeth dear,
And doth embrace the world and worldly things;
She flies close by the ground, and hovers here,
And mounts not up with her celestial wings:

Yet under heaven she cannot light on aught
That with her heav'nly nature doth agree;
She cannot rest, she cannot fix her thought,
She cannot in this world contented be.

For who did ever yet, in honour, wealth,
Or pleasure of the sense, contentment find?
Who ever ceas'd to wish, when he had health,
Or, having wisdom, was not vex'd in mind?

Then, as a bee which among weeds doth fall,
Which seem sweet flow'rs, with lustre fresh and gay,
She lights on that, and this, and tasteth all,
But, pleas'd with none, doth rise and soar away.

So, when the soul finds here no true content,
And, like Noah's dove, can no sure footing take,
She doth return from whence she first was sent,
And flies to him that first her wings did make.

THOMAS GOFFE.

BORN 1592.DIED 1627.

This writer left four or five dramatic pieces of very ordinary merit. He was bred at Christ's Church, Oxford. He held the living of East Clandon, in Essex, but unfortunately succeeded not only to the living, but to the widow of his predecessor, who, being a Xantippe, contributed, according to Lang. baine, to shorten his days by the “ violence of her provoking tongue.He had the reputation of an eloquent preacher, and some of his sermons appeared in pript.

SCENE FROM GOFFE'S TRAGEDY OF AMURATH, OR

THE COURAGEOUS TURK.

Aladin, husband to the daughter of Amurath, having rébelled

against his father-in-law, is brought captive before him.

Enter at one door, Amurath with attendants ; at the other door, Aladin, his wife, two children, in white--they kneel to Amurath. Amur. OUR hate must not part thus. I'll tell

thee, prince, That thou hast kindled Ætna in our breast! And such a flame is quench’d with nought but

bloodHis blood whose hasty and rebellious blast Gave life unto the fire! *

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Alad. Why then, I'll, like the Roman Pompey,

hide My dying sight, scorning imperious looks Should grace so base a stroke with sad aspèct. Thus will I muffle up, and choke my groans, Lest a griev'd tear should quite put out the name. Of lasting courage in Carmania's fame! Amur., What, still stiff-neck’d.?. Is this the truce

you beg? Sprinkled before thy face, those rebel brats Shall have their brains and their dissected limbs Hurl’d for a prey to kites !—for, lords, 'tis fit No spark of such a mountain-threat'ning fire Be left as unextinct, lest it devour,

And prove more hot unto the Turkish Empery
Than the Promethean blaze did trouble Jove! -
First sacrifice those brats !

Alad. wife. Dear father, let thy fury rush on me!
Within these entrails sheath thine insate sword!
And let this ominous and too fruitful womb
Be torn in sunder! for from thence those babes
Took all their crimes; error (hath) made them guilty-
'Twas nature's fault, not theirs. O if affection
Can work then !now shew a true father's love:
If not, appease those murdering thoughts with me;
For as Focasta pleaded with her sons
For their dear father, so to a father I
For my dear babes and husband-husband !

father! Which shall I first embrace? Victorious father! Be blunt those now sharp thoughts; lay down those

threats;

Unclasp that impious helmet; fix to earth
That monumental spear-look on thy child
With pardoning looks, not with a warrior's eye,
Else shall my breast cover my husband's breast,
And serve as buckler to receive thy wounds -
Why .dost thou doubt ?-fear’st thou thy daughter's

faith?
Amur. I fear; for after daughter's perjury,
All laws of nature shall distasteful be,
Nor will I trust thy children or thyself.

Alad. wife.

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O let me kiss, kind father! first the earth

On which you tread, then kiss mine husband's cheek. Great king, embrace those babes--you are the stock On which these grafts were planted

Amur. True; and when sprouts do rob the tree

of sap,

They must be prun'd.
Alad. wife. Dear father! leave such harsh simili-

tudes.
By my deceased mother, to whose womb
I was a ten months' burthen-by yourself,
To whom I was a pleasing infant once,
Pity my husband and these tender infants !

Amur. Yes; to have them collect a manly strength,
And their first lesson that their dad shall teach them,
Shall be to read my misery.
Alad. Stern conqueror! but that thy daughter

shews There once dwelt good in that obdurate breast, I would not spend a tear to soften thee. Thou see'st my countries turn'd into a grave! My cities scare the sun with fiercer flames, Which turn them into ashes !—all myself So sleckt and carv'd, that my amazed blood Knows not through which wound first to take its

way!

If not on me,

have mercy on my babes, Which with thy mercy thou may'st turn to love.

Amur. No, Sir, we must root out malicious seed; Nothing sprouts faster than an envious weed. We see a little bullock 'mongst an herd, Whose horns are yet scarce crept from out his front,

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