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TO THE HOLY GHOST.
O firy sentence, inflamed with all grace,
Enkyndeling hertes with brandes charitable, The endlesse rewarde of pleasure and solace,
To the Father and the Son thou art communicable
In Unitate which is inseperable :
Against al suggestions deadly and dampnable
The Third Parson one God in Trinite,
O mirrour of mekenes, peace, and tranquilitye;
My comfort, my counsel, my parfit charite. O water of lyfe, 0 wel of consolacion,
Against al storms of hard adversitie Rescu me, good Lorde, by thy preservacion.
(1503—1541.) SIR THOMAS WYAT was born at Allington Castle, Kent, in 1503, and educated successively at the Universities of Cambridge and Oxford. He returned from continental travel to take his place at the Court of Henry VIII., with whom his interest soon became proverbial. He was celebrated as a refined and accomplished scholar, and as the most elegant and universally-gifted gentleman of his time. “He fell into disfavour,” to quote the words of Fuller, "about the business of Queen Anne Bullen," and was committed to the Tower at the instance of the Duke of Suffolk, with whom he had quarrelled. Upon his enlargement he was appointed to a high military command, was knighted, and made high-sheriff of his county.
In 1537, Wyat was sent as ambassador to the Court of the Emperor Charles V.; and the observations he here made, and the counsels, founded upon them, which he gave to his own sovereign, sufficiently vindicate his political sagacity. Nevertheless, after his return he had to defend himself before a committee of the Council against certain malicious accusations of Bishop Bonner. These charges he successfully repelled.
Urged by his eagerness to execute a commission of considerable dignity and importance which had been entrusted to him, he overheated himself by hard riding in the summer of 1541, and, after a few days' illness, died of fever at Sherborne, Dorsetshire, in the thirty-eighth year of his age.
His muse was influenced by a too close study of the Italian poets. His erotic poetry, instead of the natural and the passionate, exhibits too frequently the frigid and attenuated. His style is often involved, and his vigour impaired by conceits. It is as a satirist and moralist that he holds his highest poetical position.
THAT PLEASURE IS MIXED WITH EVERY PAINE.
Venemous thornes that are so sharpe and kene,
Bear flowers we se full fresh and faire of hue; Poison is also put in medicine,
And unto man his health doth oft renue; The fire that all things eke consumeth clene,
May hurt and heale: then if that this be true, I trust some time
my health, Sins every woe is joynéd with some wealth.
HE RULETH NOT, THOUGH HE REIGNE OVER
REALMES, THAT IS SUBJECT TO HIS OWN
For, though thine empire stretche to Indian sea,
And for thy fear trembleth the far Thylee,
Consider well thy grounde and thy beginning,
Alike hath made the noble in his working,
Unto thy thirst yet should it not suffice;
More precious than can thyself devise,
Ycharged were thy backe; thy covetise
Tais patriarch of our didactic poets was born at the "fair village” of Rivenhall, in Essex; and was, as he tells us in his metrical autobiography, "of lineage good, of gentle blood.” His father sent him as a chorister to Wallingford College, where he complains of the constant sufferings he had to undergo from the punishments inflicted upon
him. On account of his fine voice, he was pressed for the choir of St. Paul's, and attained to a considerable proficiency in music. From St. Paul's he was sent to Eton, where the celebrated Nicholas Udall entertained him with Latin phrases and fifty-three stripes by way of welcome. Tusser entered at Trinity Hall, Cambridge, but his studies were interrupted by ill health. He was introduced at Court by Lord Paget, and remained there, probably in a musical capacity, for ten years. At the end of this period his disgust at the vices and dissensions of the nobles about the young king, Edward VI., outweighed his expectations of advancement. He accordingly betook himself to the practice of agriculture successively at Ratwood, in Suffolk, at Ipswich, and at West Dereham. At Norwich we find him, after a time, offi. ciating as a member of the cathedral choir. Throughout his various migrations and his desultory occupations he continued faithful to the faculty of failure with which Nature had bounteously gifted him; and he died poor, in London, about the year 1580. He was buried at St. Mil. dred's Church, in the Poultry.
His quaint and not always untuneful poem, called “ A Hundred Good Points of Husbandrie,” has for its great object to incite to the pursuit of gain and godliness. No one has ever whispered that he did not practise the religious precepts he inculcated; but the falling off of his life from the thriftiness which he professed has been more than once a provocative to pleasantry:
“ Tusser, they tell me, when thou wert alive,
A DESCRIPTION OF LIFE AND RICHES. Who living but daily discerne it he may, How life as a shadow doth vanish away : And nothing to count on, so sure to trust, As sure of death, and to turne to the dust. The lands and the riches that here we possesse, Be none of our owne if a God we professe: But lent us of Him, as his talent of gold, Which being demanded, who can it with-hold? God maketh no writing, that justly doth say, How long we shall have it, a yeare or a day: But leeve it we must (howsoever we leeve) When Atrop shall pluck us from thence by the sleeve To death we must stoope, be we hie, be we low, But how, and how sodainely, few be that know: What carry we then but a sheet to the grave, To cover this carkasse of all that we have ?
POSIES FOR THINE OWNE BED-CHAMBER. What wisdome more, what better life, than pleaseth God
to send ? What worldly goods, what longer use, than pleaseth God
to lend ?
What better fare than well content, agreeing with thy
wealth ? What better ghest than trusty friend in sicknes and in
What better bed than conscience good, to passe the night
with sleepe? What better worke than daily care, from sin thy selfe to
keepe? What better thought than think on God, and daily Him
to serve! What better gift than to the poore, that ready be to