Or those stars whose bright reflexion
Thralls thy heart in sweet subjection:
Or when to display thou seeks
The snow-mixt roses on her cheeks,
Or those rubies soft and sweet,
Over those pretty rows that meet :
The Chian painter as asham'd
Hides his picture so far fam'd;
And the queen he carv'd it by
With a blush her face doth dye,
Since those lines do limn a creature,
That so far surpass'd her feature.
When thou shew'st how fairest Flora
Prankt with pride the banks of Ora,
So thy verse her streams doth honour,
Strangers grow enamour'd on her;
All the swans that swim in Po
Would their native brooks forego,
And as loathing Phoebus' beams
Long to bathe in cooler streams.
Tree-turn'd Daphne would be seen
In her
to flourish green,
And her boughs would gladly spare
To frame a garland for thy hair,
That fairest nymphs with finest fingers

groves

May thee crown the best of singers.

F

But when thy Muse dissolv'd in showers.
Wails that peerless Prince of ours,
Cropt by too untimely fate,

Her mourning doth exasperate
Senseless things to see thee moan,
Stones do weep, and trees do groan,
Birds in air, fishes in flood,

Beasts in field forsake their food;

The Nymphs foregoing all their bowers
Tear the chaplets deckt with flowers;
Sol himself with misty vapour
Hides from earth his glorious taper,
And as mov'd to hear thee plain,
Shews his grief in showers of rain.

MARY MORPETH of Oxlie.

PRINCESS ELIZABETH,

(QUEEN OF BOHEMIA,)

Born 1597, died 1662,

*Was the daughter of James I.

Verses by the PRINCESS ELIZABETH, given to LORD HARRINGTON, of Exton, her Preceptor.

[From the Nuga Antiquæ.]

1.

THIS is joy, this is true pleasure,
If we best things make our treasure,
And enjoy them at full leisure,

Evermore in richest measure.

2.

God is only excellent,

Let

up

to him our love be sent,

Mr. David Laing informs me that he possesses a Virgil which once belonged to this amiable princess, and in which she has written the parallel passages from Theocritus.

1

Whose desires are set or bent

On ought else, shall much repent.

3.

Theirs is a most wretched case, Who themselves so far disgrace, That they their affections place Upon things nam'd vile and base.

4.

Let us love of heaven receive,

These are joys our hearts will heave

Higher than we can conceive,

And shall us not fail nor leave.

5.

Earthly things do fade, decay,
Constant to us not one day;
Suddenly they pass away,

And we can not make them stay.

6.

All the vast world doth contain,
To content man's heart, are vain,
That still justly will complain,
And unsatisfied remain.

7.

God, most holy, high, and great, Our delight doth make complete; When in us he takes his seat, Only then we are replete.

8.

Why should vain joys us transport,
Earthly pleasures are but short,

And are mingled in such sort,
Griefs are greater than the sport.

9.

And regard of this yet have, Nothing can from death us save, Then we must into our grave, When we most are pleasure's slave.

10.

By long use our souls will cleave
To the earth; then it we leave;
Then will cruel death bereave,
All the joys that we receive.