From

Alba. The Months / Minde of a Me-/lancholy Lover,,/ diuided
into three parts: / By R. T. Gentleman. / Herevnto is added a /
most excellent pathetical and passionate Let-/ter, sent by Duke
D'Epernoun, vnto the late / French King, Henry the 3. of that
name,/ when he was commanded from the / Court, and from his
Royall / Companie. Translated into English by the /foresaid
Au-/thor./ Spes, Amor, & Fortuna valete./ At London./ Printed
by Felix Kyngston, for Matthew | Lownes. 1598./ 8°, A-I in eights,
and a leaf of K.

LOVES LABOR LOST, I once did see a Play,
Ycleped so, so called to my paine,
Which I to heare to my small Ioy did stay,
Giuing attendance on my froward Dame,
My misgiuing minde presaging to me ill,
Yet was I drawne to see it gainst my Will.

This Play no Play, but Plague was vnto me,
For there I lost the Loue I liked most:
And what to others seemde a Iest to be,
I, that (in earnest) found vnto my cost.
To euery one (saue me) 'twas Comicall,
Whilst Tragick like to me it did befall.

Each Actor plaid in cunning wise his part,
But chiefly Those entrapt in Cupids snare:
Yet All was fained, twas not from the hart,
They seemde to grieue, but yet they felt no care:
T'was I that Griefe (indeed) did beare in brest,
The others did but make a show in Iest.

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[12]

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Yet neither faining theirs, nor my meere Truth,
Could make her once so much as for to smile:
Whilst she (despite of pitie milde and ruth)
Did sit as skorning of my Woes the while.

Thus did she sit to see LovE lose his Love,

Like hardned Rock that force nor power can moue. [24]

Sign. G (5).

[The Society has to thank Mr W. Carew Hazlitt for this copy, and the collation of it; and Mr Henry Huth for allowing his most rare volume to be used for the purpose.]

A REMEMBRANCE OF SOME ENGLISH POETS.

From "Poems in Diuers humors." London, 1598. Sign. E. 2 back. [Being the fourth tract in a volume of which the first bears Richard Barnfeild's name: signatures running on throughout.]

Liue Spenser euer, in thy Fairy Queene:
Whose like (for deepe Conceit) was neuer seene.
Crownd mayst thou bee, vnto thy more renowne,
(As King of Poets) with a Lawrell Crowne.

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And Daniell, praised for thy sweet-chast Verse:

Whose Fame is grav'd on Rosamonds blacke Herse.

Still mayst thou liue and still be honored,

For that rare Worke, The White Rose and the Red.

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And Drayton, whose wel-written Tragedies,

And sweete Epistles, soare thy fame to skies.

Thy learned Name, is æquall with the rest;

Whose stately Numbers are so well addrest.

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And Shakespeare thou, whose hony-flowing Vaine,

(Pleasing the World) thy Praises doth obtaine.

Whose Venus, and whose Lucrece (sweete, and chaste)

Thy Name in fames immortall Booke haue plac't.

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Liue euer you, at least in Fame liue euer :

Well may the Bodye dye, but Fame dies neuer.

JOHN MARSTON'S SCOVRGE OF VILLANIE :

[Press-mark: Malone 414.]

16mo, Lond., by I[ames] R[oberts], 1598. (Anon.)

Will daunce Kemps ligge. They'le reuel with neate iumps
A worthy Poet hath put on their Pumps ?

O wits quick trauers, but sance ceo's slow,

Good faith tis hard for nimble Curio.

Yee gracious Orbs, keepe the old measuring,

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All's spoyld if once yee fall to capering.

Luscus what's playd to day? faith now I know

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Now I haue him, that nere of ought did speake
But when of playes or Plaiers he did treate.
H'ath made a common-place booke out of plaies,

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And speakes in print, at least what ere he sayes
Is warranted by Curtaine plaudeties,
If ere you heard him courting Lesbias eyes;
Say (Curteous Sir) speakes he not mouingly
From out some new pathetique Tragedie?

He writes, he railes, he iests, he courts, what not,
And all from out his huge long scraped stock
Of well penn'd playes.

[see p. 188.]

VARIATIONS IN THE 1599 EDITION OF MARSTON.

[Bodleian Press-mark :-8° L 550. B.S.]

1. 7. Yee gracious Orbs, &c., and the next line, 8, are in Italic type.

7. Orbes for Orbs.

9. fayth for faith.

II. Iuliet for Iuliat.

II. Romeo for Romio.

John Marston's "Scovrge of Villanie; London, by I. R. 1598."

SATYRE. VII.

A

A Cynicke Satyre.

[Press-mark :—Malone 414.]

a kingdome for a man.

Man, a man,

Why how now currish mad Athenian ?

Thou Cynick dogge, see'st not streets do swarme
With troupes of men? No, no, for Circes charme
Hath turn'd them all to 1 swine;

A man, a man: peace Cynick, yon's a man.

Behold yon sprightly dread Mauortian.

With him I stop thy currish barking chops.

'Big S in the 2nd ed., 1599. The two editions agree in nearly every other respect.