H' hath past through many a foreigne place,

Arabia, Egypt, Africa,

Grecia, Syria, and great Thrace,

nd throughout all Hungaria :

And now in Flanders, as tis thought,
He wandreth up and downe:
Where learned men with him conferre

Of thofe his lingering dayes,
And wonder much to heare him tell

His journeyes, and his wayes.

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If

If people give this Jew an almes,

The most that he will take
Is not above a groat a time;
Which he, for Jesus' fake,

Will kindlye give unto the poore,
And thereof make no fpare,
Affirming ftill that Jefus Chrift
Of him hath dailye care.

He ne'er was seene to laughe nor smile,
But weepe and make great moane;
Lamenting ftill his miferies,

And dayes forepaft and gone:
If he heare any one blafpheme,
Or take God's name in vaine,
He telles them that they crucifie
Their Saviour Christ againe.

If

you had feene his death, faith he,

As these mine eyes have done,

Ten thousand thoufand times would yec

His torments think upon :

And suffer for his fake all paine

Of torments, and all woes.

These are his wordes and eke his life

Whereas he comes or goes.

IV.

THE LYE,

BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH,

is found in a very scarce mifcellany intitled " Davifon's "Poems, or a poeticall Rapfodie devided into fixe bookes . . "The 4th impreffion newly corrected and augmented, and put "into a forme more pleafing to the reader. Lond. 1621.

12mo." This poem is reported to have been written by its celebrated author the night before his execution, Oct. 29. 1618. But this must be a mistake, for there were at least two editions of Davifon's poems before that time, one in 1608 *: the other in 1611 t. So that unless this poem was an after-infertion in the 4th edit. it must have been written long before the death of Sir Walter: perhaps it was composed foon after his condemnation in 1603.

*Catalog. of T. Rawlinson 17..

Gat. of Sion coll. library. This is either loft or misaid.

Tell wit, how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceneffe;
Tell wifedome, the entangles
Herfelfe in over-wifeneffe ;

And if they do reply,

Straight give them both the lye.

Tell phyficke of her boldneffe;

Tell skill, it is pretenfion;

Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law, it is contention;

And as they yield reply,
So give them fill the lye.

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