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The secret thoughts, imparted with such trust;
THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE.
[Translated from Martial.]
The happy life be these, I find;
The fruitful ground, the quiet mind.
No charge of rule nor governance;
The household of continuance.
True wisdom joined with simpleness;
Where wine the wit may not oppress.
Such sleeps as inay beguile the night ;
Ne wish for death, ne fear his might. 1 companion.
A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE.
[Wherein he reproveth them that compare their ladies with his.]
Give place, ye lovers, here before
And thereto hath a troth as just
I could rehearse, if that I would,
I know she swore with raging mind,
Sith Nature thus gave her the praise,
AN EPITAPH ON CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND
Ah! Clere ! if love had booted, care, or cost,
ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT.
Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain,
Such profit he by envy could obtain.
Whose hammers beat still in that lively brain,
Was daily wrought, to turn to Britain's gain.
Vice to contemn, in virtue to rejoice;
To live upright, and smile at fortune's choice.
That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit ;
Some may approach, but never none shall hit. i Thomas Clere was first cousin of Anne Boleyn. Didst choose. A tongue that served in foreign realms his king;
Whose courteous talk to virtue did inflame Each noble heart : a worthy guide to bring
Our English youth by travail unto fame.
An eye whose judgment none affect could blind,
Friends to allure and foes to reconcile, Whose piercing look did represent a mind
With virtue fraught reposed void of guile.
A heart where dread was never so imprest
To hide the thought that might the truth advance ; In neither fortune loft', nor yet represt,
To swell in wealth, or yield unto mischance.
A valiant corpse, where force and beauty met,
Happy alas, too happy but for foes, Lived, and ran the race that nature set ;
Of manhood's shape where she the mould did lose.
But to the heavens that simple soul is fled,
Which left, with such as covet Christ to know, Witness of faith that never could be dead ;
Sent for our health, but not received so.
Thus for our guilt this jewel have we lost;
[GEORGE GASCOGNE was born circ. 1536; died 1577. The dates of his poems are:
1572. A hundred Sundry Flowers bound up in one small Posy.
, The Glass of Government.
Amongst the poets that immediately preceded the great Elizabethan Period, which may be said to begin with the publication of The Shepherd's Calendar in 1580, Gascoigne occupied, and occupies, a notable place. Bolton indeed, in his Hypercritica, speaks slightingly of him : ‘Among the lesser late poets George Gascoigne's Works may be endured'; but for the most part he is mentioned with high respect and praise. Raleigh commends The Steel Glass in what are his earliest known verses. Puttenham distinguishes him for a good metre and for a plentiful vein.' Webbe calls him 'a witty gentleman, and the very chief of our late rimers'; 'gifts of wit,' he says, “and natural promptness appear in him abundantly. Amongst other eulogists may be named Nash, Gabriel Harvey, Whetstone.
He was a man of family and position, well known to and amongst the “Inns of Court men,' who, in the Elizabethan age, as in that of Queen Anne, passed for the arch wits and critics as well as the first gentlemen of the day ; and when campaigning in the Low Countries he met with adventures which added to his personal prestige. Thus he was a conspicuous figure in the society of his time, and for this reason, if for nothing else, his verses would win esteem and circulation.
Gascoigne, then, is interesting as a poet who was popular during Shakspere's boyhood and Spenser's adolescence. But he is yet more important as one who did real service in the way of extending and improving the form of literature - as a pioneer of the