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(BEING THE FOURTH OF A NEW SERIES.)

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LONDON: Printed by JOHN NICHOLS and SON,

at Cicero's Head, Red Lion Passage, Fleet Street;
wh-re LETTERS are particularly requested to be sent, Post-PAID.

And sold by J. HARRIS (Successor to Mrs. NEWBERY),
at the Corner of St. Paul's Church Yard, Ludgate Street. 1811.

A Nosegaie alwaies

sweet, for Lovers to send for tokens, of Love, at Newyeres tide, or for fainings,

as they in their minds shall be disposed to write. -(From "A handefull of Pleasant Delites, &c. by Clement Robinson, and others, 1584." A NOSEGAIE lacking flowers fresh, And if I should I would to God, to you now do I send,

to hell my soule should beare, Desiring you to look thercon,

And eke also that Belzebub, when that you may intend :

with teeth he should me teare. For Bowers fresh begin to fade,

Roses is to ruleme and Boreas in the field,

with reason as you will, Even with his hard conjealed frost,

For to be still obedient
Do better flowers doth yeeld:

your mind for to fulfill :
But if that winter could have sprung,

And thereto will uot disagree a sweeter flower than this,

in nothing that you say : I would have sent it presently

But will content your mind truely to you withouten misse:

in all things that I may. Accept this then as time doth serve,

Jeliflowers is for gentlenesse be thankful for the same,

which in me shall remaine : Despise it not but keep it well,

Hoping that po sedition shal and marke ech hower his name.

deport our hearts in twaine. Lavander is for lovers true,

As soone the sunne shall loose his course, which evermore be faine :

the moone against her kinde, Desining alwaies for to have,

Shall have no light, if that I do some pleasure for their pain :

once put you from my minde, And when that they obtained have,

1 Carnations is for gratiousnesse, the love that they require,

mark that now by the way, Then have they al their perfect joie,

Have no regard to flatterers and quenched is the fire.

nor passe not what they say. Rose marie is for remembrance For they will come with lying tales, betweene us daie and night,

your eares for to fulfil : Wisbing that I might alwaies hare,

In anie case do you consent you present in my sight.

nothing unto their wil. And when I cannot have

9 Marigolds is for marriage, as I have said before,

that would ons minds suffise, Then Cupid with his deadly dart

Least that suspition of us twaine doth wound my heart full sore.

by anie means should rise. Sage is for sustenance

As for my part I do not care that should mans life sustaine,

myself I wil stil use, For I do still lie languishing

That all the women in the world continually in paine,

for you I will refuse. And shall do stil until I die

Peniriall is to print your love, except thou favour show:

so deep within my heart : My paine and all my greevous smart

That when you look this Nosegay on ful well you do it know,

my pain you may impart. Fenel is for flatterers

And when that you have read the same, an evil thing it is sure :

consider wel my wo; But I have algaies meant truely

Think ye then how to recompence, with constant heart most pure :

even him that loves you so. And will continue in the same, as long as life doth last,

Cowsloppes is for counsell,

for secrets us between, Still hoping for a joiful daie,

That none but you and I alone, when all our pains be past.

should know the thing we meane ; & Violet is for faithfulnesse,

And if you wil thus wisely do, which in me shall abide,

as I think to be best, Hoping likewise that from your heart, Then have you surely won the field, you will not let it slide,

and set my heart at rest. And will continue in the same as you bave nowe begunne,

I pray you keep this Nosegay wel,

and set by it some store: And then for ever to abide then you my heart have wonne,

And thus farewel, the Gods thee guide

both now and evermore. [ Time is to trie me

Not as the common sort do use, as ech' be tried must

to set it in your brest : Trusting you know while life doth last That when the smell is gone away, I will not be unjust,

on ground he takes his rest.

PREFACE

TO THE

SECOND PART OF THE ECHTY-FIRST VOLUME.

“ Deus ille fuit, Deus, inclyte Memmi,
Qui princeps vitæ rationem invenit eam, quæ
Nunc appellatur Sapientia, quique per artem
Fluctibus è tantis vitam, tantisque tenebris,
In tam tranquilla, et tam clara luce locavit.”

SUCH sentiments as these of the truly philosophical LUCRETIUS, must be our consolation and refuge in the

very tumultuous periods in which we are still doomed to 1 live.

We are really fatigued with the unavoidable repetition, year after year, of the horror with which we contemplate Tyranny not yet satiated with scenes of Slaughter, and Ambition, still aspiring, still avaricious, still refusing to listen to the voice of Pity, the cries of Nations, the reproaches of the World. Were it not that we felt conscious of protection, and secure of at least relative repose, beneath the verdure and the shelter of British Laurels, we should feel a listlessness and languor in resuming our periodical office. We reflect, however, on the continued triumphs of British Valour, which now, to use the emphatic expression of a recent Herald of Victory, have not left our great Foe a hiding-place “ from the Cape of Good Hope to Cape Horn;" and we are cheered and comforted. We revolve also in our minds what is inculcated in the lines which introduce our Preface; and we turn with satisfaction from the barren waste where “ no verdure quickens,” to a soil at once fair and good and fruitful. Science, in all its various ramifications, presents a picture always to be contemplated with delight, and leads to consequences, induces exertions, and creates qualities, which enable the human mind steadily

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