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ficiently descriptive of the poet's apartment. But I mention this circumstance as a probable proof, that windows of lattice, and not of glass, were now the common fashion'.

John Heywood died at Mechlin in Brabant about the year 1565. He was inflexibly attached to the catholic cause, and on the death of queen Mary quitted the kingdom. Antony Wood remarks ", with his usual acrimony, that it was a matter of wonder with many, that, confidering the great and usual want of principle in the profession, a poet should become a voluntary exile for the sake of religion.

* See his Epic RAM Mes. Epig. 82. First Yea many playes, few good woorkes in

Hu ND RED. . And Puttenham's ARTE of all my dayes. ENGLISH Po Esi E, Lib. i. c. 3 1. p. 49. Art thou Heywood that hath made mea One of Heywood's Epigrams is descrip- mery long tive of his life and character. FIFTE HUN- Yea and will, if I be made mery longe. D RED. Epigr. 1 oo. Art thou Heywood that would be made mery nowe ? OF HEY wood. Yea, fir, help me to it now I beseech yow.

Art to Heywood with the mad mery In the Conci. Usion to the SPIDER and

- Flie, Heywood mentions queen Mary and Yea o may ster, that same is even king #. But as o of his #: - seem to have been written some time before, I have placed him under Henry the eighth.

Art thou Heywood that applieth mirth more than thrift

Ye fir, I take mery mirth a golden gift.

Art thou Heywood that hath made many " At H. Oxon. i. 150. mad Playes

S E. C. T. * Worxes, Lond, 1557, in folio. Sign. b Left. C, i. * Shoes,

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KNOW not if fir Thomas More may properly be confidered as an English poet. He has, however, left a few obsolete poems, which although without any striking merit, yet, as produćtions of the restorer of literature in England, seem to claim some notice here. One of these is, A MERY Jest how a SERGEANT would learne to play the FRee RE. Written by Maisler Thomas More in hys youth *. The story is too dull and too long to be told here. But I will cite two or three of the prefatory stanzas. He that hath laste” the Hosier's crafte, And fallth to makyng shone ‘; The smyth that shall to paynting fall, His thrift is well nigh done. A black draper with whyte paper, To goe to writing scole, An old butler becum a cutler, I wene shal prove a fole. And an old trot, that can, god wot, Nothyng but kysse the cup, With her phificke will kepe one ficke, Till she hath soused hym up. A man of law that never sawe The wayes to bye and sell, Wenyng to ryse by marchandyse, I praye god spede hym well !

N 2 A marchaunt * Debate. * Fol. 44. seq. fiderable

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This piece is mentioned, among other popular story-books in 1575, by Laneham, in his ENTERTAINMENT AT KILLINGworth CASTLE in the reign of queen Elisabeth ".

In cer TAIN Meters, written also in his youth, as a prologue for his Boke of ForTune, and forming a poem of considerable length, are these stanzas, which are an attempt at personification and imagery. ForTune is represented fitting on a lofty throne, smiling on all mankind who are gathered around her, eagerly expecting a distribution of her favours.

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Another of fir Thomas More's juvenile poems is, A RUFULL LAMENTATIon on the death of queen Elisabeth, wife of Henry the seventh, and mother of Henry the eighth, who died in childbed, in 1503. It is evidently formed on the tragical soliloquies, which compose Lydgate's paraphrase of Boccace's book De CAs IBus v1RoR UM ILLUSTRIUM, and which gave birth to the MIRRoR of MAGISTRATEs, the origin of our historic dramas. These stanzas are part of the queen's complaint at the approach of death.

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Myne owne dere lorde, now shall I never se" |
Almighty God vouchsafe to graunt that ye
For you and your children well may edify,
My palace byldyd is, and lo now here Ily.—

Farewell my doughter, lady Margaret's
God wotte, full oft it greved hath my mynde
That ye should go where we should seldom mete,
Now I am gone and have left you behynde.
O mortall folke, that we be very blynde 1
That we lest feere, full oft it is most nye:
From you depart I must, and lo now here I lye.

Farewell, madame, my lordes worthy mother “l
Comforte your son, and be ye of good chere.
Take all a worth, for it will be no nother,
Farewell my doughter Katharine, late the fere
To prince Arthur myne owne chyld so dere'.
It boteth not for me to wepe and cry,
Pray for my sowle, for lo now here I lye.

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* King Henry the seventh’s chapel, begun in the year 1502. The year before the queen died. | Married in 1503, to James the fourth, king of Scotland. * Margaret countess of Richmond. * Catharine of Spain, wife of her son prince Arthur, now dead.

* Afterwards king Henry the eighth. * Afterwards queen of France. Remarried to Charles Brandon, duke of Suffolk. * The queen died within a few days after she was delivered of this infant, the princess Catharine, who did not long survive her mother's death. * Workes, ut supr.

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