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, Of thofe his lingering dayes, His journeyes, and his wayes. 100 If If people give this Jew an almes, The most that he will take Will kindlye give unto the poore, He ne'er was seene to laughe nor smile, And dayes forepaft and gone: 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 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; And as they yield reply, 45 50 |