This very ancient poem is given from a copy printed met long fince at Glasgow, in one sheet 8vo. The world is iro debted for its publication to the lady Jean Hume, fifter to the carl of Hume, who dyed lately at Gibralter.

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BOUT Zule, quhen the wind blew cule,

And the round tables began,
A'! there is cum to our kings court

Mony a well-favourd man.

They hae taen to the heiding hill

His lady fair to fee.
And for the words the queen had spoke,

Zoong Waters he did dee.

XII. FANCY

XI.

F AN CY AND DESIRE :

BY THE EARL OF OXFOR D.

Edward Vere earl of Oxford was in high fame for his poetical talents in the reign of Elizabeth : perhaps it is no injury to his reputation that few of his compositions are pre

served for the inspection of impartial posterity. To gratify
curiosity, we have inserted a fonnet of his, which is quoted
with great encomiums for its “excellencie and wit,” in Put-
tenham's Arte of Eng. Poesie*, and found intire in the Gar-
land of Good-will. A fer more of his fonnets (diftinguished by
the initial letters E.0.) may be seen in the Paradise of Daintie
Devises. One of these is intitled, “ The Complains of a
“ Lover, wearing blacke and tarvnie.” The only lines in it
worth notice are these,
A crowne of baies shall that man beare'

Who triumphs over me ;
For black and tawnie will I we

Which mourning colours be.

We find in Hall's Chronicle, that when Q. Catharine of Arragon dyed Jan. 8, 1535; “ Queene Anne (Bullen) ware

YELOWE for the mourning." And when this unfortunate princess lost her head May 19, the same year,“ on the afcen“cion day following, the king for mourning ware WHYTE. Fol. 227, 228.

Edward,

Lond. 1589 P: 172

Edward, who was the XVIIth earl of Oxford of the family of Vere, succeeded his father in his title and honours in 1562, and died an aged man in 1604. See Mr. Walpole's Noble Author's : Ath. Ox.

NOME hither shepherd's swayne ?

Sir, what do you require ?”
I praye thee, lewe to me thy name.

" My name is FOND DESIRE."

When wert thou borne, Defire?
66 In
pompe

and

pryme may.”
By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot?

“ By fond Conceit men say."

of

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Tell me, who was thy nurse ?

“ Fresh Youth in sugred joy." What was thy meate and dayly foode ?

“ Sad fighes with great annoy."

What hadit thou then to drinke?

Unfavoury lovers teares.”
What cradle wert thou rocked in ?

“ In hope devoyde of feares."

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What lulld thee then asleepe ?

“ Sweete speech, which likes me best.” Tell me, where is thy dwelling place ?

“ In gentle hartes I reft.”

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