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The famed six articles proposed a creed,
For which both Protestants and Romans bleed.
BARTON, the visionary maid of Kent,
With many followers to the scaffold went.*

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With all his faults, the King promoted knowledge,

At Cambridge, Trinity the monarch founded; Wolsey gave Oxford Christchurch College, And England's Court by learning was sur


Talking of learning, let's have piu poco ; '
Well, dulce est desipere in loco.
And if you'll but allow nunc est ridendum,
I'll take my graver muscles and unbend 'em.

In quitting Hal, forgive me if I dare
Suppose the fubsy monarch in his chair,
On former wives and sweethearts much intent,
On future wives and sweethearts sadly bent;

* “ The King's persecution of the Lutherans was savage and inexorable:-at Coventry, six men and a woman were burnt for teaching their children the Lord's Prayer, Commandments, &c. in the vulgar tongue.”



Humming, scarce consciously, in accent pretty,
A retrospective amatory ditty ;
Anachronasm marks the tune, 'tis true,
But if I find no fault, pray why should you ?

Chansonette de la Cour de Henri VIIIme.


O dear what will become of me?

O dear what shall I do?
There's nobody coming to marry me,

There's nobody coming to woo.


I would'nt have minded a pin,
In wedlock with her to have tarrjed,
But she was too nearly a kin.

O dear what will become of me? &c.

Sweet Boleyne enamoured my fancy,

She fixed it one night at a ball, If you ask why I kill'd my poor Nancy, 'Twas because she was no kin' at all. O dear what will become of me? &c.


ANNE of CLEV ES from her brother next came,

But a moment we scarcely were wed; When Kate Howard another new flame, By winning my heart lost her head.

O dear what will become of me? &c.

Widow PARR,* tho' not one of the worst,

Is so very discreet yet so free ; That unless I can bury her first,

I'm afraid she'll live longer than me.

Then O dear! what will become of me?

O dear what shall I do?
There's nobody coming to marry me,

Nobody coming to woo.

* This Lady, whose “ beauty raised her to a throne, and whose merit deserved two better husbands," wrote and published many Psalms, Prayers, Pious Discourses, &c. “ wherein,” says the Title page, “the mynde is stirred patiently to suffer all afflictions here, to set at nought the vaine prosperitee of this worlde, and always to long for the everlastynge felicitee.”—She also published several Letters; was not only learned, but a patroness of learning interceding for, and saving, the University of Cambridge, when an Act passed to throw all Colleges into the King's disposal. Nicholas Udal, Master of Eton, in his time says “it was then a common thyng to see young virgins so nouzled and trained in the studie of letters, that they willingly set all other pastymes at nought for learning's sake.”


We We do not imagine the following description could

apply to any of the Wives of Henry: but it is given by Andrews as “ an Example of the Quaint turn of the Times," with respect to the Poetry of this Reign,


Twelve sortes of mete my wife provides,

And bates me not a dyshe ;
Foure are of flesh, of fruite are foure,

The other foure of fyshe.

In the first corse she stores my borde,

Wythe birds that daynties are,
And fyrst a quail, * and next a rayle, ť

A bytterne, I and a jarre.

Myne appetyte when cloyde with these,

With fyshe she makes it sharpe;
And brings me next a lampe, a poute,||

A gugeon and a carpe.

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* Quail, for Quarrel or Quell. † A Bitterne.
I A Jarre, synonimous with Buff and Ale.
§ Rayle, a Rail. || A Whiting Poit.


The second corse of frute well served,

Fyttinge well the seson ; A medlar and a hartichoke,

A crab and a smale reson.

What's hee that having such a wyfe,

Upon hir sholde not dote ;
Who every day provides him fare,

That costes hym never a grote.


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The following Sonnet and Ode are by Henry

Howard, Earl of Surrey an “ Almost Classic Author," celebrated by Drayton, Dryden, Fenton, and Pope, illustrated by his own muse, and lamented for his unhappy and unmerited death.*


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“ From Tuscane came my ladie's worthy race, “Fair Florence was sometyme hert auncient

state; “ The western yle, whose pleasant shore doth face “ Wild Camber's cliffs, did geve her lively heate;

* Ile was brought to the block in 1547, on pretence of using the Royal Arms, and proposing to marry the Lady Mary, Daughter of the King. + I would read thei -HORACE WALPOLE.

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