Grafton has prefixed a dedication of three leaves in verse to Thomas Howard, Duke of Norfolk. is added a continuation of the Chronicle in Edw. IV. to Hen. VIII. And there prose from INEDITED POEM BY JOHN WALLYS. The following specimen while it brings us acquainted with a poet of the 16th century, whose name and works have hitherto escaped the notice of our bibliographers, will also prove that the fondness for alliterative poetry (occasioned, perhaps, by the popularity of Piers Plowman) had not entirely ceased, even at so late a period as the year 1550 (the earliest which I think we can well assign to the poem in question.) This singular composition is contained in the same manuscript (MS. Ashmole 48, p. 145,) in which the works of Richard Sheale, noticed in my former communication, are found. 1. Wanderyng on my waye, as I was wonte for to wende, In the dawnynge of the daye, when the dewes gandyssend, The byrdes sat syngyng thys songe wyth lawdacion, "Wheras honore ys hadde in heyhe estimacion.” 2. I stented of my steven,+ and stode stone styll, "Wheras honor ys hadde in higge estimacyon." * Ming, mix in, participate. + Stented of my steven, stinted of, or held my voice. Wytt was in wylle, does the author mean that his inclination coincided with his judgment, in the wish to hear these sounds of sapience? Then 3. Then buskyd I me back warde, and tomyde to a tre, I was ravysht owt of reson with her fragrant face, Wheras honore ys hade in higge estimacyon." This lady is Intelligence, who directs the poet to a castle inhabited by all the virtues. The poem (which is altogether allegorical, and contains no particular allusions to manners or customs) ends with the burden, "Sayinge good ordare," &c. C. ¶ Lachrymæ Musarum; The Tears of the Muses; exprest in Elegies written by dicers persons of Nobility and Worth, upon the death of the most hopefull Henry Lord Hastings, onely sonn of the Rt. Honble. Ferdinando Earl of Huntingdon, Heir-Generall of the high born Prince George Duke of Clarence, Brother to King Edward the Fourth. Collected and set forth by R. B Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori. Hor. London, Printed by T. N. and are to be sold by John Holden, at the blue Anchor in the New Exchange, 1650. 8vo.* The Poems are, 1. By the Earl of Westmoreland. 2. Lord Falkland. 3. Sir Aston Cokaine. 4. Sir Arthur Gorges. 5. Robert Millward. 6. Thomas Higgons. 7. Cha. Cotton. 8, 9. Tho. Pestel, pater. 10, 11. George Fairfax, Latin and English. 12, 13, 22. Francis Standish. 14. Jo. Joynes. 15. Sam. Bold. 16. J. Cave. 17. Phil. Kindar. 18. Rob. Herrick. 19. John Denham. 20. Andrew Marvell. 21. J. Hall. 23. J. B. 24. Tho. Bancroft. 25. W. Pestell. 26. Tho. Pestell, the son. The Editor is indebted to Francis Freeling, Esq. for the loan of this work. 27. 27. R. P. Latin. 28. John Rosse. 29. Alex. Brome. 30. Edward Standish. 31. Ric. Brome, who I presume was the editor of the collection. "Here was the end of the book intended to have been ; and so was it printed, before these following papers were written, or sent iu." 32. M. N. 33. "Joannes Harmarus, Oxoniensis, piraptos, et C. W. M." 34. "Joannes Dryden, Schola Westm. Alumnus." 55. "Cyrillus Wyche, Schola Westm. Alumnus." Latin. 36. Edw. Campion, Scholæ Westm. Alumnus." Latin. 37. "Tho. Adams, Scholæ Westm. Alumnus." Latin. 38. "Radulphus Mountague, Edwardi Mountague Baronis de Boughton filius natu minor, ex Schola Westmonast." Latin. I shall first select the short pieces of two noble authors. BY THE EARL OF WESTMORELAND. Is there a bright star fall'n from this our sphere, BY LORD FALKLAND, Farewell, dear Lord and Friend, since thou hast chose For thy great loss my fortune I'll condole, While that Elizium enjoys thy soul. * A miserable pun. These lines give but a mean idea of the noble author's genius. The The following lines have considerable merit; and I more willingly introduce them as written by a poet, whose compositions are now little known. BY SIR ARTHUR GORGES. Since that young Hastings 'bove our hemisphere Up to that quire which Halleluiah sing. Sure Heaven itself for us thought him too good, Beyond the peers and nobles of his time. Whose judgment shin'd 'mongst grave and learned men, For which in heaven the joys of lasting bliss He reaps, whilst we sow tears for him we miss. But I no praise for poetry affect, Nor Flattery's hoped meed doth me incite; Zeal to the memory of what we had; When foul affront had reft his fair delight; So sings my Muse the notes which sorrow weeps; BY SIR THOMAS HIGGONS. These are thy triumphs, Death, who prid'st to give Such Such was the subject of our grief, in whom For his high birth was lower than his mind. BY CHARLES COTTON, ESQ. Amongst the mourners that attend his herse Of this poor offring to his memory. Our hopes of good men, though not such as He. No; he was gentle, and his soul was sent A silent victim to the firmament. Weep, ladies, weep; lament great Hastings' fall; Bathe him in tears, till there appear no trace Let |