Lastly, of fingers, glasses we contrive, Burton to Gunter cants,* and Burton hears Or a first body from creation ? Hath the same star been object of the wonder * William Burton is said, by Anthony & Wood, to have been a pretender to astronomy, of which he published an Ephemeris in 1655 --Edmund Gunter, a math matician of greater eminence, was astronomical professor of Gresham College, and eminent for his skill in the sciences; his publications were popular in his day, He died at Gresham College, 1920, G. ↑ Thomas Hariot, styled by Camden “Mathematicus Insignis," was a pensioner and companion of Sir Walter Haleigh in his voy. age to Virginia (1584), of which, upon his return, he published an account. He was held in high estimation by the earl of Northum berland, Sir Thomas Aylesbury, and others, for his mathematical knowledge, but, like his patron, Maleigh, was a deist in religion,-Ob, 1621. See Wood's Athens, vol. i. p. 460. ed. 1721, G. DR. CORBET'S JOURNEY INTO FRANCE. I WENT from England into France, Nor did I go like one of those But I to Paris rode along, I on an ambling nag did jet, And spur'd him on each side. And to St. Dennis fast we came, To see the sights of Nostre Dame, The man that shows them snaffles: Where who is apt for to beleeve, * Of this popular song, which is reprinted from Deuteromelia, 1609, in Hawkin's History of Music, and in Ritson's Antient Songs, the following is the introductory stanza: Her breast, her milk, her very gown, Yet all the world knows that's a fable, No carpenter could by his trade Yet they, poor fools, think, for their credit, There is one of the crosse's nails, Some say 'twas false, 'twas never so, There is a lanthorn which the Jews, It weighs my weight downright: But to believe it, you must think And then 'twas very light. There's one saint there hath lost his nose; Another 's head, but not his toes, His elbow and his thumb. But when that we had seen the rags, We came to Paris on the Seine, How strong it is I need not tell it, There many strange things are to see, The palace and great gallery, The Place Royal doth excel: The new bridge, and the statues there, For learning, th' universitie; The house the queen did build. Saint Innocents, whose earth devoures Dead corps in four and twenty hours, And there the king was kill'd: The Bastile and Saint Dennis-street, But if you'll see the prettiest thing, He is of all his dukes and peers A bird that can but kill a fly, Or prate, doth please his majesty, The Duke of Guise gave him a parret, O that I ere might have the hap Or else I had ill luck. Birds round about his chamber stand, And he them feeds with his own hand; 'Tis his humility. And if they do want any thing, They need but whistle for their king, But now then, for these parts he must Great Henry's lawful heir: When to his stile to add more words, He hath besides a pretty quirk, Sometimes to the forge he goes, There he knocks, and there he blows, And makes both locks and keys: |