Looking more narrow, by the fire's flame
I spied his quiver hanging by his back;
Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame,
I would have gone, for fear of farther wrack,
But what I drad did me poor wretch betide:
For forth he drew an arrow from his side.

He pierc'd the quick, and I began to start;
A pleasing wound, but that it was too high;
His shaft procur❜d a sharp, yet sugar'd smart ;
Away he flew for why, his wings were dry:
But left the arrow sticking in my breast,
That sore I griev'd, I welcom❜d such a guest,

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Philomela's Ode that she sung in her Arbour. [From the "Lady Fitzwater's Nightingale," 1615.]

SITTING by a river's side,
Where a silent stream did glide,
Muse I did of many things

That the mind in quiet brings.

I 'gan think how some men deem
Gold their God: and some esteem
Honour is the chief content

That to men in life is lent.

And some others do contend,

Quiet none like to a friend.

Others hold, there is no wealth
Compared to a perfect health.
Some man's mind in quiet stands
When he is lord of many lands.
But I did sigh, and said, all this
Was but a shade of perfect bliss:
And in my thoughts I did approve
Nought so sweet as is true love.
Love 'twixt lovers passeth these,
When mouth kisseth, and heart 'grees:
With arms folded, and lips meeting,
Each soul another sweetly greeting!
For by the breath the soul fleeteth,
And soul with soul in kissing meeteth.
If love be so sweet a thing

That such happy bliss doth bring,
Happy is love's sugar'd thrall;
But unhappy maidens all,

Who esteem your virgin's blisses

Sweeter than a wife's sweet kisses.

No such quiet to the mind

As true love, with kisses kind.

But, if a kiss prove unchaste,

Then is true love quite disgrac❜d.

Though love be sweet, learn this of me, No love sweet but honesty!

Doron's Description of Samela.

[From Greene's " Arcadia,” 1610, 4to.; also in " England's Helicon."]

LIKE to Diana in her summer-weed,

Girt with a crimson robe of brightest die,
Goes fair Samela;

Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed,
When, washed by Arethusa, faint they lie,
Is fair Samela.

As fair Aurora in her morning gray,

Deck'd with the ruddy glister of her love,

Is fair Samela;

Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day,

When as her brightness Neptune's fancies move,
Shines fair Samela.

Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams,
Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory
Of fair Samela;

Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams,
Her brows' bright arches fram'd of ebony;
Thus fair Samela

Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue,

And Juno in the shew of majesty ;
For she's Samela ;

Pallas in wit all three, if you well view
For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity,
Yield to Samela.

' Eng. Helicon, 66 brightest."

ROBERT SOUTHWELL,

An English jesuit, was born in 1560, and executed at Tyburn in 1595. His poems, all of which are on moral or religious subjects, are far from deserving the neglect which they have experienced. It is remarkable, that the few copies of his works which are now known to exist, are the remnant of at least twenty-four different editions, of which eleven were printed between 1593 and 1600. The best account of this writer is to be found in the Gentleman's Magazine for November, 1798.

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Times go by Turns.

HE lopped tree in time may grow again, Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower; The sorriest wight may find release of pain,

The driest soil suck in some moistening shower: Time goes by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow;

She draws her favours to the lowest ebb: Her tides have equal times to come and go; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web: