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and the haven is at a distance P. At another, it is a spring trickling from the summit of the Alps, which gathering force in its fall, at length overflows all the plain beneath'. Sometimes, it is a gun, which being overcharged, expands the flame within itself, and bursts in pieces'. Sometimes it is like a prodigious mountain, which is perpetually weeping in copious fountains, and sending forth fighs from its forests : which bears more leaves than fruits : which breeds wild-beasts, the proper emblems of rage, and harbours birds that are always fingiog'. In another of his sonnets, he fays, that all nature sympathises with his passion. The woods resound his elegies, the rivers stop their course to hear him complain, and the grass weeps in dew. These thoughts are common and fantastic. But he adds an image which is new, and has múch nature and fentiment, although not well expressed.
The hugy okes have rored in the winde,
Eche thing, methought, complaining in theyr kinde. This is a touch of the pensive. And the apostrophe which follows is natural and simple.
Ah stony hart, who hath thus framed thee
And there is much strength in these lines of the lover to his bed.
The place of depe, wherein I do but wake,
Besprent with tears, my bed, I thee forfake"! But such paffages as these are not the general characteristics of Wyat's poetry. They strike us but seldom, amidst' an imprac
· Fol. 22. . Fol. 25. i Fol. 25. • Fol, 29.
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ticable mass of forced reflections, hyperbolical metaphors, and complaints that move no compassion.
But Wyat appears a much more pleasing writer, when he moralises on the felicities of retirement, and attacks the vanities and vices of a court, with the honest indignation of an independent philosopher, and the freedom and pleasantry of Horace. Three of his poetical epistles are professedly written in this strain, two to John Poines ", and the other to sir Francis Bryan: and we must regret, that he has not left more pieces in a style of composition for which he seems to have been eminently qualified. In one of the epistles to Poines on the life of a coure tier, are these spirited and manly reflections.
Myne owne John Poines, since ye delite to know
heart. Me list not to report",
• He seems to have been a person about the court. See Life of Sir Thomas Pope,
* The court was perpetually moving from one palace to another.
Justice. z To speak favourably of what is bad.
w Press. Crond,
My Poines, I cannot frame my tune to faine,
In pursuit of this argument, he declares his indisposition and inability to disguise the truth, and to flatter, by a variety of instances. Among others, he protests he cannot prefer Chaucer's Tale of sir THOPAS to his PALAMON AND ARCITE.
Prayse siR THOPAs for a noble tale,
I mention this circumstance about Chaucer, to fhew the esteem in which the KNIGHT'S TALE, that noble epic poem of the dark ages, was held in the reign of Henry eighth, by men of taste.
The poet's execration of Aatterers and courtiers is contrasted with the following entertaining picture of his own private life and rural enjoyments at Allingham-castle in Kent.
This is the cause that I could never yet
• Perhaps the reading is tongue.
In large fields. Quer fruitful grounds.
Save that a clogge doth hange yet at my heleo;
In another epistle to John Poines, on the security and happiness of a moderate fortune, he verfifies the fable of the City and Country Mouse with much humour,
My mother's maides, when they do fowe and spinne,
This fable appofitely suggests a train of sensible and pointed obe fervations on the weakness of human conduct, and the delusive plans of life.
Alas, my Poines, how men do feke the best,
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• Probably he alludes to some office which he still held at court; and which fometimes recalled him, but not too frequently, from the country,
• Halbert. A parade of guards, &c. The classical allusion is obvious.
And thou shalt finde, when lust doth most thee please,
al there is that is so madde,
These Platonic doctrines are closed with a beautiful application of virtue personified, and introduced in her irresistible charms of visible beauty. For those who deviate into vain and vicious pursuits,
None other paine pray I for them to be,
With these disinterested strains we may join the following single stanza, called The Courtiers Life.