The rich Exchequer of his niggard sire, The treasure of those minions doomed to die,* Who found, as sings the bard we most admire, "It is but squeezing sponges and they dry" All prov'd but insufficient, for, behold! At GUISNES,† where France and England met In dazzling panoply of gold, Three days of pleasure cost whole years of debt. Two Queens divorced, of six the tyrant wed, Should share the fate of consorts past; But that the arrogantly cruel elf, Met with a little accident between His plan and execution,-for I ween He died himself. Empson and Dudley. †The place where Henry, and Francis I. of France met, was, from the unexampled and prodigal splendor of the two Courts, called "The Field of Cloth of Gold." His vanity we must not overlook, Fool, like myself, his highness wrote a book; LEO, who for a critic, was quite tender, Dubb'd HENRY, for his work, the "faith's de fender;" HAL in return, which was not quite so civil, Know ye that magic minstrel WALTER SCOTT? (Who, that knows aught of genius, knows him not?) Feel ye not yet the exquisite delight, With which ye read his tale of Flodden fight? Where SURREY triumph'd in bluff HARRY's reign,† Then who shall dare attempt the theme again? Not * The Reformation was said to be owing to a jest made by Sir Thomas Wyatt, who, when Henry was waiting for the Pope's assent to his divorce, said “Lord! that a man cannot repent him of his sins without leave from the Pope." Thus Wyatt hinted, Cranmer opened, and the Universities made, the way to the Reformation. Vide" AN ENGLISHMAN'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND." + At this period an account was kept of the diabolical mischiefs perpetrated by the armies invading Scotland, with all the regularity of a tradesman's ledger. The following was the sum total Not I," by my laurels," my verse near his lay, "Like the flowers of the forest wou'd wither away." What sounds of merriment assail the ear? And see, the master of the feast appear,- -- Three prelates, by three different Sovereigns bred, The next in arrogance, in both the last; total of the ravages from July to November, in 1544, as delivered in by the warden of the marches : Towns, towers, steeds, bar By Lord Hertford's invasion into the counties of Berwick and Roxburgh only, and between the 8th and 23d of September, 1545, there were destroyed,Monasteries and friar-houses, 7 The pride of priestcraft cou'd no farther go, Next CROMWELL, worthy of a better end, * JOHN SKELTON, Poet Laureat to King Henry VIII. attacked Cardinal Wolsey without mercy, for his upstart insolence, and in his uncouth, but nervous doggrel, did his utmost to render him ridiculous, thus No man dare come to th' speche, Of what estate he be, Of sp'ritual dignitie Nor duke of hye degree. Has now, nor time, nor place, And his layser abide; Perchance, half-a-yere, And yet be never the nere, &c. Vide J. P. ANDREW. Capricious Capricious HENRY! all your wish obtain❜d, How fleeting are the hours of wealth and fame, Superior CRANMER in a crowd alone, * 164 suppress'd monasteries, 90 colleges, 2374 chauntrys and chapels, and 110 hospitals produced a revenue of £161,100 to the crown from which fund some additional colleges and professorships were given to the universities, and 6 new bishopricks were erected. The common people were much displeased with the stoppage of that hospitality the monks were used to exercise: there is an old ballad called “Truth and Ignorance,” the latter, who is represented as a rustic, says— "Ch'll tell the what, good fellowe, "Before the vriars went hence, "A bushel of the best wheate, "And vorty egges a penny. "That were both good and newe; "And this, che say, myselfe have seene, "And yet I am nɔ Jewe." Take |