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JOHN HARINGTON, ESQ.
Father of Sir John Harington, to whom the following pro
duction was inadvertently ascribed in the former edition of these Specimens. He was imprisoned in the reign of Queen Mary for having espoused the cause of Elizabeth, who rewarded his attachment by the reversion of a grant of lands at Kelston near Bath. He died in 1582; and, if the poem here selected be rightly attributed to him by the Harington papers, he cannot be denied the singular merit of having united an elegance of taste with an artifice of style which far exceeded his contemporaries.
Made on Isabella Markham, when I first thought her
fair, as she stood at the Princess's Window in goodly Attire, and talked to divers in the Courtyard.
(From a MS. dated 1564. Vide Nugæ Antiquæ.] Whence comes my love?-Oh, heart, disclose! 'Twas from cheeks that shame the rose; From lips that spoil the ruby's praise; From eyes
that mock the diamond's blaze : Whence comes my woe, as freely own ;Ah me! 'twas from a heart like stone.
The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,
seems to say, 'tis Cupid's fire :
Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak
EARL OF OXFORD.
Edward Vere, Earl of Oxford, the seventeenth of his sur.
name and family, was a pensioner, says Wood, of St. Jobu's College, Cambridge, and distinguished in his youth for wit, valour, and patriotism. He succeeded his father in his title and honours in 1562, and died an old man in 1604. It is, therefore, probable that he was not born
later than 1534. His poetical talents were much admired, or at least much
extolled, by his contemporaries : and such of his sonnets as are preserved in the Paradise of Dainty Devices are certainly not among the worst, although they are by no means the best, in that collection. One only (the Judgment of Desire) can be said to rise a little above mediocrity.
(From Lord Orford's works, vol. I. p. 552.] When I was fair and young, then favour graced
me; Of many was I sought their mistress for to be; But I did scorn them all, and answer'd them there.
fore, Go, go !-go, seek some other-where, importune
me no more!
How many weeping eyes I mave to pine in wo, How many sighing hearts, I have not skill to show.
But I the prouder grew, and still thus spake there
fore,“Go, go!-go, seek some other-where, importune
me no more !"
Then spake brave Venus' son, that brave victori.
ous boy, Saying, “ You dainty dame, for that you be so coy, “ I will so pull your plumes, as you
* Go, go-go, seek some other-where, importune ·
me no more."
As soon as he had said, such care grew in my
breast, That neither night nor day I could take any rest, Wherefore I did repent that I had said before, “Go, go!--go, seek some other-where, importune
me no more !"
Of the Birth and Bringing up of Desire.
[From Briton's Bowre of Delights, 1597.)
" When wert thou born, Desire ?”
" In pomp and pride of May." “ By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot?”
“ By Good-conceit men say.'
“ Tell me who was thy nurse ?”
“ Fresh Youth, in sugar'd joy." " What was thy meat and daily food ?"
“ Sore sighs, with great annoy."
“ What had you then to drink ?”
“Unfeigned lovers' tears." " What cradle were you rocked in ?”
“ In hope devoid of fears."
" What brought you then asleep?"
“ Sweet speech, that lik’d'men best." “And where is now your dwelling place ?"
“ In gentle hearts I rest."
“ Doth company displease ?"
* It doth in many one."