A mind that's honest, pure, and just, A friend that dares not break a trust, A heart that dictates to the tongue, He that has such a soul and a mind, What all these do seek for, he does find. THE CLUB. PR'YTHEE, ben't so sad and serious, Nothing got by grief or care; Melancholy's too imperious, Where it comes 'twill domineer. If thou hast a cloudy breast, In which thy cares would build a nest, Be it business, love, or sorrow, LIFE OF SHERBURNE. THIS poet descended from an ancient family of the same name at Stanyhurst in Lancashire. His grandfather, Henry, appears to have belonged, but in what capacity is not known, to Corpus Christi College, Oxford, and settled in that city, where Edward the father of our poet was born. This Edward went afterwards to London, and became secretary to the first East India company, that was established by queen Elizabeth's charter, and in 1613 obtained a reversionary grant of the office of clerk of the ordnance. He was afterwards knighted by Charles I*. He married Frances, the second daughter of John Stanley, of Roydon Hall, in Essex, esq. and resided in Goldsmith's Rents, near Redcross-street, Cripplegate. His son, the poet, was born here September 18, 1618, and educated by the celebrated Thomas Farnaby, who then taught a school in Goldsmiths' Rents. On his removal to Sevenoaks, in Kent, in 1636, young Sherburne was educated privately under the care of Mr. Charles Aleyn, the poetical historian of the battles of Cressy Gent. Mag. LXVI. p. 462. C. |