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Of God's high praise, that fills the brazen sky,

And feel such joy and pleasure inwardly, That maketh them all worldly cares forget, And only think on that before them set.

Nor from thenceforth doth any fleshly sense,

Or idle thought of earthly things, remain; But all that erst seemed sweet seems now offence,

And all that pleased erst now seems to pain ;

Their joy, their comfort, their desire, their gain, Is fixed all on that which now they see; All other sights but feigned shadows be.

And that fair lamp, which useth to inflame

The hearts of men with self-consuming fire, Thenceforth seems foul and full of sinful blame;

And all that pomp to which proud men aspire

By name of honor, and so much desire, Seems to them baseness, and all riches dross, And all mirth sadness, and all lucre loss.

So full their eyes are of that glorious sight,

And senses fraught with such satiety, That in naught else on earth they can delight,

But in th’ respect of that felicity,

Which they have written in their inward eye, On which they feed, and in their fattened mind, All happy joy and full contentment find.

Ah, then, my hungry soul ! which long hast fed

On idle fancies of thy foolish thought, And, with false beauties' flattering bait misled,

Hast after vain deceitful shadows sought,

Which all are fled, and now have left thee naughi But late repentance, through thy follies' prief ;' Ah! cease to gaze on matter of thy grief,

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And look at last up to that Sovereign Light,

From whose pure beams all perfect beauty springs, That kindleth love in every godly sprite,

Even the love of God, which loathing brings

of this vile world and these gay-seeming things; With whose sweet pleasures being so possessed, Thy straying thoughts henceforth forever rest.


And is there care in heaven, and is there love

In þeavenly spirits to these creatures base,
That may compassion of their evils move ?

There is, -else much more wretched were the case
Of men than beasts.

But, oh! th’ exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so,

And all his works with mercy doth embrace,
That blessed angels He sends to and fro
To serve to wicked men, to serve his wicked foe!

How oft do they their silver bowers leave

To come to succor us, that succor want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave

The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant,

Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch, and duly ward,

And their bright squadrons round about us plant, And all for love, and nothing for reward : Oh! why should heavenly God to man have such regard !


In vain do men
The heavens of their fortune's fault accuse,
Sith they know best what is the best for them;

For they to each such fortune do diffuse
As they do know each can most aptly use.

For not that which men covet most is best,

Nor that thing worst which men do most refuse ;
But fittest is, that all contented rest
With that they hold : each hath his fortune in his breast.

It is the mind that maketh good or ill,

That maketh wretch' or happy, rich or poor ;
For some that hath abundance at his will,

Hath not enough, but wants in greater store;

And other, that hath little, asks no more,
But in that little is both rich and wise ;

For wisdom is most riches : fools therefore
They are which fortune do by vows devise,
Sith each unto himself his life may fortunize.


This poet was born at Harshull, in the county of Warwick, about the year 1563. We can only discover these facts concerning his life :—that in boyhood he was placed as page with some honorable person,—that he studied at Oxford,—that Sir Henry Gooden, of Polesworth, was his patron,--that in his latter days, Sir Walter Aston, of Tixal, Staffordshire, loved his company, and was his friend ;—and that he was made Laureate, to which office, at that time, there was no emolument attached. His principal works are the “Poly-Olbion,” " The Barons' Wars," “ England's Heroic Epistles," “ Legends,” and “ Minor Poems,” among which is “ The Birth and Miracles of Moses," all of which bear abundant proofs of erudition and genius. He diec in 1631.


To Midian now his pilgrimage he took,

Midian, earth's only paradise for pleasures ;

soft rill, many a sliding brook,
Through the sweet valleys trip in wanton measures ;

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Where as the curled

groves and flowery fields To his free soul so peaceable and quiet, More true delight and choice contentment yields

Than Egypt's braveries and luxurious diet :

And wandering long he happened on a well,

Which he by paths frequented might espy, Bordered with trees where pleasure seemed to dwell,

Where, to repose him easily, down doth lie:

Where the soft winds did mutually embrace

In the cool arbors nature there had made, Fanning their sweet breath gently in his face,

Through the calm cincture of the amorous shade :

Till now it nighed the noon-stead of the day,

When scorching heat the gadding herds do grieve, When shepherds now, and herdsmen every way,

Their thirsting cattle to the fountain drive :

Amongst the rest seven shepherdesses went

Along the way for watering of their sheep, Whose


him seemed such reflections sent As made the flocks more white that they did keep:

Girls that so goodly and delightful were,

The fields were fresh and fragrant in their view, Winter was as the spring-time of the year,

The grass so proud that in their footsteps grew:

Daughters they were unto a holy man,

(And worthy, too, of such a sire to be,) Jethro, the priest of fertile Midian,

Few found so just, so righteous man as he.

But see the rude swain, the untutored slave,

Without respect or reverence to their kind, Away their fair flocks from the water drave; Such is the nature of the barbarous hind.

The maids, perceiving where a stranger sat,

Of whom those clowns so basely did esteem, Were in his presence discontent thereat,

Whom he perhaps improvident might deem;

Which he perceiving, kindly doth entreat,

Reproves the rustics for that offered wrong, Averring it an injury too great ;

To such, of right, all kindness did belong.

But finding well his oratory fail,

His fists about him frankly he bestows; That where persuasion could not late prevail,

He yet compelleth quickly by his blows.

Entreats the damsels their abodes to make,

With courtly semblance and a manly grace, At their fair pleasures quietly to take

What might be had by freedom of the place.

Whose beauty, shape, and courage they admire,

Exceeding these the honor of his mind; For what in mortal could their hearts desire

That in this man they did not richly find ?

Returning sooner than their usual hour,

All that had happened to their father told : That such a man relieved them by his power,

As one all civil courtesy that could :

Who full of bounty, hospitably meek,

Of his behavior greatly pleased to hear; Forthwith commands his servants him to seek,

To honor him by whom his honored were :

Gently receives him to his goodly seat,

Feasts him, his friends and families among, And with him all those offices entreat,

That to his place and virtues might belong :

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