You and I both shall meet my father there, Dorothea A blessed day! HAYMAKERS' SONG. BY DEKKER. HAYMAKERS, rakers, reapers, and mowers, Dress up with musk rose her eglantine bowers, Sing, dance, and play, "Tis holiday! The Sun does bravely shine On our ears of corn. Rich as a pearl Comes every girl. This is mine, this is mine, this is mine. Let us die ere away they be borne. Bow to our Sun, to our Queen, and that fair one Come to behold our sports: Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one, These and we With country glee, Will teach the woods to resound, And the hills with echoes hollow. Their bleating dams 'Mongst kids shall trip it round; For joy thus our wenches we follow. Wind, jolly huntsmen, your neat bugles shrilly, Spring up, you falconers, partridges freely Then let your brave hawks fly! Horses amain Over ridge, over plain, The dogs have the stag in chase: "Tis a sport to content a king. So ho! ho! through the skies And sousing, kills with a grace! EXEQUY. BY HENRY KING, BISHOP OF CHICHESTER. [1592-1669; Chaplain to James I.] ACCEPT, thou shrine of my dead saint, And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse Receive a strew of weeping verse From thy grieved friend, whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee. Dear loss since thy untimely fate, My task hath been to meditate On thee, on thee; thou art the book, The library whereon I look, Though almost blind; for thee (loved clay) I languish out, not live, the day, Using no other exercise But what I practice with mine eyes, By which wet glasses I find out How lazily Time creeps about To one that mourns; this, only this, So I compute the weary hours Nor wonder if my time go thus Thou scarce hadst seen so many years But thou wilt never more appear And 'twixt me and my soul's dear wish Which such a strange eclipse doth make I could allow thee for a time But woe is me! the longest date And a fierce fever must calcine To our souls' bliss: then we shall rise, Meantime thou hast her, Earth: much good May my harm do thee! Since it stood. Her longer mine, I give thee all Which in thy casket shrined doth lie. See that thou make thy reckoning straight, Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed My last good night! Thou wilt not wake Till age or grief or sickness must It so much loves, and fill the room And follow thee with all the speed Than when Sleep breathed his drowsy gale. Through which to thee I swiftly glide. 'Tis true, with shame and grief I yield; Thou, like the van, first took'st the field, And gotten hast the victory, In thus adventuring to die Before me, whose more years might crave I shall at last sit down by thee. The thought of this bids me go on, With hope and comfort. Dear (forgive Divided, with but half a heart, Till we shall meet and never part. PURCHAS TO HIS READERS. (Introduction to the "Pilgrimes.") [SAMUEL PURCHAS, born in Essex in 1577, graduated from St. John's College in 1600, and became a London rector, and chaplain to Abbot, archbishop of Canterbury. He gave his time mostly to geographical work: publishing in 1613 "Purchas, his Pilgrimage "; 1619, "Purchas, his Pilgrim "— both these original works; in 1625 "Purchas, his Pilgrimes," 4 vols., a continuation of Hakluyt's "Voyages," bound in manuscript, left him by Hakluyt, and differing wholly from the others in that the voyages are related by the actors themselves. He died in 1626, apparently in severe pecuniary trouble.] WISDOME is said to bee the Science of things Divine and humane. Divine things are either naturall or supernaturall: these such, as the naturall man knoweth not, nor can know, because they are spiritually (with a spirituall Eye) discerned; called wisedome to salvation, the proper subject of Theologie, and not the peculiar argument of this Worke; which notwithstanding beeing the labour of a professed Divine, doth not abhorre from the same; but occasionally every where by Annotations, and in some parts professedly by speciall Discourses, insinuateth both the Historie and Mystery of Godlinesse, the right use of History, and all other Learning. Naturall things are the more proper Object, namely the ordinary Workes of God in the Creatures, preserving and disposing by Providence that which his Goodnesse and Power had created, and dispersed in the divers parts of the World, as so many members of this great Bodie. Such is the History of Men in their diversified hewes and colours, quantities and proportions; of Beasts, Fishes, Fowles, Trees, Shrubs, Herbs, Minerals, Seas, Lands, Meteors, Heavens, Starres, with their naturall affections: in which many both of the Antient and Moderne have done worthily; but if neernesse of the Object deceive me not, this surmounteth them all in two Privilidges, |