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Grows on a sudden tall, and in the fields
Alad. wife. *
1st Child. Good grandsire, see-see how my
father cries ! Wife. Good father, hear-hear how thy daughter
prays. Thou that know'st how to use stern warrior's arms, Learn how to use mild warrior's pity too.
Amur. Rise, my dear child! as marble against
Be thou our son and friend.
SIR FULK GREVILLE,
Who ordered this inscription for his own grave : “ Servant to Queen Elizabeth, counsellor to King James, and friend to Sir Philip Sydney;" was created knight of the bath at James's coronation, afterwards appointed sub-treasurer, chancellor of the exchequer, and made a peer, by the title of Baron Brook, in 1621. He died by the stab of a revengeful servant, in 1628.
STANZAS FROM HIS TREATISE ON HUMAN LEARNING.
A CLIMBING height it is, without a head,
For our defects in nature who sees not?
* Knowledge's next organ is imagination, A glass wherein the object of our sense Ought to respect true height or declination, For understanding's clear intelligence; But this power also hath her variation Fixed in some, in some with differenceIn all so shadow'd with self-application, As makes her pictures still too foul or fair, Not like the life in lineament or air.
REASON. The last chief oracle of what man knows Is understanding, which, though it contain Some ruinous notions which our nature shews Of general truths, yet they have such a stain From our corruption, as all light they lose; Save to convince of ignorance or sin, Which, where they reign, let no perfection in.
Nor in a right line can her eyes ascend,
INSUFFICIENCY OF PHILOSOPHY.
For, as among physicians, what they call
SONNET FROM LORD BROOK'S CAELICA.
MERLIN, they say, an English prophet born, When he was young, and govern'd by his mother, Took great delight to laugh such fools to scorn, As thought by nature we might know a brother.
His mother chid him oft, till on a day
Merlin laughs out aloud, instead of crying;
Says men must mourn the dead, themselves are
dying; Good manners doth make answer unto passion.
The child (for children see what should be hidden)
This man no part hath in the child he sorrows,
SIR JOHN BEAUMONT.
BORN 1582.-DIED 1628.
Sir John BEAUMONT, brother of the celebrated dramatic poet, was born at Grace Dieu, the seat of the family in Leicestershire. He studied at Oxford, and at the inns of court; but, forsaking the law, married and retired to his native seat. Two years before his death he was knighted by Charles the First.
He wrote the Crown of Thorns, a poem, of which no copy is known to be extant; Bosworth Field;