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Some iollie shepherd sung a lustie round,
And to his voice had tun'd his oaten reed ,
Thither she went, an old man there she found,
(At whose right hand his little flock did feed)

Sat making baskets, his three sonnes among,
· That learn'd their father's art, and learn'd his song.

Beholding one in shining armes appeare
The seelie man and his were sore dismaid ;
But sweet Erminia comforted their feare,
Her ventall vp, her visage open laid,
You happie folke, of heau'n belou'd deare,
Work on (quoth she) upon your harmlesse traid. ..

These dreadfull armes I beare no warfare bring
To your sweet toile, nor those sweet tunes you sing.

But father, since this land, these townes and towres,
Destroied are with sword, with fire and spoile,
How may it be unhurt, that yov and yours
In safetie thus, applie your barmlesse toile ?
My sonne (quoth he) this pore estate of ours
Is eyer safe from storm of warlike broile ;

This wildernesse doth vs in safetie keepe,
No thundring drum, no trumpet breakes our sleepe,

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Haply iust heau’ns defence and shield of right,
Doth loue the innocence of simple swains,
The thunderbolts on highest mountains light,
And seld or neuer strike the lower plaines :
So kings haue cause to feare Bellonaes might,
Not they whose sweat and toile their dinner gaines,

Nor ever greedie soldier was entised
By pouertie, neglected and despised,

O pouertie, chefe of the heau’nly brood, '
Dearer to me than wealth or kingly crowne !
No wish for honour, thirst of others good,
Can moue my hart, contented with mine owne:
We quench our thirst with water of this flood,
Nor fear we poison should therein be throwne ;

These little flocks of sheepe and tender goates
Giue milke for food, and wool to make us coales,


We little wish, we need but little wealth,
From cold and hunger vs to cloath and feed;
These are my sonnes, their care preserues from stealth
Their father's flocks, por servants moe I need:
Amid these groues I walke ost for my health,
And to the fishes, birds, and beastes giue heed,


How they are fed, in forrest, spring and lake,
And their contentment for ensample take.

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Time was (for each one hath his doting time,
These siluer locks were golden tresses than)
That countrie life I hated as a crime,
And from the forrests sweet contentment ran,
To Memphis stately pallace would I clime,
And there became the mighty Caliphes man,

And though I but a simple gardner weare,
Yet could I mark abuses, see and heare.

Entised on with hope of future gaine,
I suffred long what did my soule displease ;
But when my youth was spent, my hope was vaine,
I felt my native strength at last decrease;
I gan my loss of lustie yeeres complaine,
And wisht I had enjoy'd the countries peace ;

I bod the court farewell, and with content,
My later age here have I quiet spent.

While thus he spake, Erminia husht and still
His wise discourses heard, with great attention,
His speeches graue those idle fancies kill,
Which in her troubled soule bred such dissention,
After much thought reformed was her will,
Within those woods to dwell was her intention,

Till fortune should occasion new afford,
To turne her home to her desired Lord.

She said therefore, O shepherd fortunate !
That troubles some didst whilom feele and proue,
Yet liuest now in this contented state,
Let my mishap thy thoughts 10 pitye moue,
To entertaine me as a willing mate
In shepherds life, which I admire and loue ;

Within these pleasant groues perchance my hart,
Of her discomforts may vnload some part.

1f gold or wealth of most esteemed deare,
If iewels rich, thou diddest bold in prise,
Such store thereof, such plentie haue I seen,
As to a greedie minde might well suffice: .
With that downe trickled many a siluer teare,
Two christall streames fell from her watrie eyes;
Part of her sad misfortunes than she told,
And wept, and with her wept that shepherd old.
With speeches kinde, he gan the virgin deare

Towards his cottage gently home to guide ;
His aged wife there made her homely cheare,
Yet welcomde her, and plast her by her side,
The Princesse dond a poore pastoraes geare,
A kerchiefe course ypon her head she tide ;

But yet her gestures and her lookes (I gesse)
Were such, as ill beseem'd a shepherdesse.


Not those rude garments could obscure, and hide,
The heau’nly beautie of her angels face,
Nor was her princely ofspring damnifide,
Or ought disparag'de, by chose labours bace ;
Her little flocks to pasture would she guide,
And milke her goates, and in their folds them place,

Both cheese and butter could she make, and frame
Her selfe to please the shepherd and his dame.


OF Mr. JOHN POMFRET nothing is known but from a slight and

confused account prefixed to his poems by a nameless friend; who relates, that he was the son of the Rev. Mr. Pomfret, rector of Luton in Bedfordshire; that he was bred at Cambridge* ; entered into orders, and was rector of Malden in Bedfordshire, and might have risen in the Church; but that when he applied to Dr. Compton, bishop of London, for institution to a living of considerable value, to which he had been presented, he found a troublesome obstruction raised by a malicious interpretation of some passage in his Choice; from which it was inferred, that he considered happiness as more likely to be found in the company of a mistress than of a wife.

This reproach was easily obliterated: for it had happened to Pomfret as to all other men who plan schemes of life ; he had departed from his purpose, and was then married.

The malice of his enemies had however a very fatal consequence: the delay constrained his attendance in London, where he caught the small-pox, and died 1703, in the thirty-sixth year of his age. .

He published his poems in 1699 ;' and has been always the favourite of that class of readers, who, without vanity or criticism, seek only their own amusement.

His Choice exhibits a system of life adapted to common notions, and equal to common expectations ; such a state as affords plenty and tranquillity, without exclusion of intellectual pleasures. Perhaps no composition in our language has been oftener perused than Pomfret's Choice.

In his other poems there is an easy volubility ; the pleasure of smooth metre is afforded to the ear, and the mind is not oppressed with ponderous or entangled with intricate sentiment. He pleases many, and he who pleases many must have some species of merit. Vol. I.


* He was of Queen's College there, and, by the University register, appears to have taken his Bachelor's degree in 1684, and his Master's in 1698. H.

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F the Earl of Dorset the character has been drawn so largely and so ele

gantly by Prior, to whom he was familiarly known, that nothing can be added by a casual hand; and as its author is so generally read, it would be useless officiousness to transcribe it.

CHARLES SACKVILLE was born January 24, 1637. Having been educated under a private tutor, he travelled into Italy, and returned a little before the Restoration. He was chosen into the first parliament that was called, for East Grinstead in Sussex, and soon became a favourite of Charles the Second ; but undertook no publick employment, being too eager of the riotous and licentious pleasures which young men of high rank, who aspired to be thought wïts, at that time imagined themselves intitled to indulge.

One of these frolicks has, by the industry of Wood, come down to "posterity. Sackville, who was then Lord Buckhurst, with Sir Charles Sedley and Sir Thomas Ogle, got drunk at the Cock in Bow-streer by Coventgarden, and, going into the balcony, exposed themselves to the populace in very indecent postures. At last as they grew warmer, Sedley stood forth naked, and harangued the populace in such profane language, that the public indignation was awakened ; the crowd attempted to force the door, and, beirg repulsed, drove in the performers with stones, and broke the windows of the house.

For this misdemeanor they were indicted, and Sedley was fined five hundred pounds : what was the sentence of the others is not known. Sedley employed Killigrew and another to procure a remission from the king ; but (mark the friendship of the dissolute !) they begged the fine for themselves, and exacted it to the last groat.

In 1665, Lord Buckhurst attended the Duke of York 'as a volunteer in the Dutch war; and was in the bat:le of June 3, when eighteen great Dutch ships


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