The poetry dispersed throughout this work, the translator assures us has occasionally been "altered to make it more suitable to an English reader," and may consequently be considered in some measure as original composition. It has considerable merit, as the following specimens will prove.

SONNET

Used in a Serenade from a Lover to his Mistress.

Whether, or fixed or wandering, lights of heaven!
Though lesser tapers to the moon you be,--
Bright scutcheons of the Gods, and planets seven,
Whose cheerful influence doth best agree
With amorous minds :-a breast most pure and even
Invokes your fair aspects, look down on me,
And as your powers, me power to love have given,
Light her I love that she my thoughts may see.
And oh! thou cold and more than sober night!
That in dull calmness sleep'st untill clear day,
In absence of thy sun's most glorious light;
Wert thou like me, sad night, to go thy way
By absence grieved to lose so rich a sight;
Tears, sorrow's tribute, and not sleep, thoul'dst pay.
SONNET.

A brazen heart, an adamantine mind,

Doubtless had he, whose restless working brain
First launched our moving houses to the main,
And slippery hinges gave to waves and wind.
Fanatic fury, zeal aspiring blind,

Had he who rashly sought to fly, in vain :-
But rasher he that heaven's bright car, so fain,

Downheadlong drew, against his father's mind :

A daring act, a pretty enterprise,

'Twas to descend and conquer Erebus,

To bind the triple-porter in a chain:

But to presume to venture on her eyes,

Without more note or merit court them thus,
As greater madness, so a greater gain.

SONNET.

If, of a wretched state and all forlorn,

That be the wretched'st, not at all to be:

Since in condemned prisoners we may see,

Though they must die, they'ld not, not have been born.Than by oblivion to be slowly torn,

Or vexed with absence in extremity,

Or plagued with rage of restless jealousy,These nothing are to not being loved,—a scorn : He that's forgotten, yet a being had,

He that is absent may return again,

He that is jealous may find constancy :-
But still to follow shadows,-love in vain,-
Still to be hopeless,-worse than to be mad,--
That never was, is, or shall happy be.

SONNET

To a Lady singing, unseen.

Sweet voice! I hear thy pleasing harmony,
Though air resist it and rebellious wind:

O that the glorious angel I could see,

That thus enchants mine ear, suspends my mind! Love sure is no bare voice, no fancy blind,

Nor faint intention, but reality,

A substance and engendered deity,

'Twixt Mars and Venns in adulterate kind. Then if not wholly voice, since body too, Or yet if echo, hark! So may thy fair Narcissus soft relent and learn to woo! But why concealed thus dost thou declare Thyself like him self-loving? if not so, Why art thou nought but voice wrapt up in air?

SONG.

When young April once a year
Doth with emerald face appear;
Then gives he to each river he can see,
By winter's frost imprisoned, liberty.
White and yellow flowers are seen;
Trees and fields are clad in green;
The wild beast leaves his den,
And snakes grow young again :
Then the mournful nightingale
Sings, or sweetly seems to rail,

On him that basely in a brother's shape,
Transformed her by his well-revenged rape.
Thus beasts, and birds, and every thing,
Joys upon the approaching spring:

But I, the more relief

I seek, the more's my grief!

SONNET,

On seeing a Lady Bathing in the River Betis.

Betis! whilst pretty philomel doth sing,
And to thy silver noise her treble raise;
Whilst gentle zephyrus his wings displays,

'Mongst well-tun'd leaves with gentle murmuring;-
Comb smooth thy sedge, thy red sands freely fling
On the green bank that thy o'erflowing stays;
Cast them in golden knots through all the ways
My Nisa treads: when she doth nearer bring
Her, clearer than thy christal, limbs, chastise
Thy swifter course, and may no mutinous air
Then blow, but let the stream glide gently by.
But draw that ivory curtain from mine eyes,
Unveil thy aabaster, goddess fair!
Though I Actæan, thoų Diana be!

SONG.

At the foot of a mountain white

Clad all in snow,

That doth melt with the sun-beams bright,

Celio as in a dream,

Beholdeth how the stream,

Drives to and fro.

Little pebbles, white, red, and blue,

Lift

up

their heads from those fresh seas,

With different garlands crown'd;
Sad Cygnus swimming round,

His loss bewails.

Young Hyacinthus groweth near;

Adonis too;

Acanthus the boy doth appear;

In a flower of his name,
Narcissus lost his fame,

That scorned to woo.

The Thracian minstrel riseth then,
His harp he brings,

That attracts birds, beasts, fishes, men :-
With the sweet sound he cheers,

The listening shepherd's ears,

And thus he sings-
Fenissa the fair is come,

Swain weep no more!
With little foot of snow,
She trips it to and fro,
On grassy shore.

Come then, Fenissa, fair Fenissa come,

Come to the shade,

By cool leaves made.

Sing Celio; valley, make Fenissa room,

And let echo ring,

She's the valley's spring!

Fenissa come!

SONNET

Introductory to a fresh discourse.

As a poor
bark distrest by waves and wind,
When this grows angry and the seas go high,
No ease nor safety, rudely toss'd can find,
By compass steer she ne'er so cunningly ;
But needs must suffer in a double kind;
By air, if she the help of sails apply,
By raking seas, if up those helps she bind :

L