DEDICATION.

MARY! Sweet maid, with flowing auburn hair, Lips like twin cherries, eyes of heavenly blue, And blooming cheek, tinctured with Health's own hue, Such as in Spring the apple-blossoms wear;

Cheerful as Morn, and innocent as fair!

Accept this GARLAND, for it is thy due:

Thou didst direct me oft where hidden grew
Love's fairest plants, of scent and beauty rare,

And warn me oft against a noxious flower,

Of colour bright, and tempting to the eye,

But all unfit in Beauty's breast to lie,

To wreathe her brow, or deck her latticed bower:
Uncropp'd I pass'd such canker-blossoms by,

Wand'ring with thee through meads in summer hour.

LATE wreathing a garland I happen'd to find

Young Love 'mongst the roses. Fast pinioned behind,
I held him, and into a goblet of wine

I plunged him, and drank up the liquor divine:-
His flutt'ring I feel now in each inward part,
As with his light wings he keeps tickling my heart.

[From the Greek of JULIAN THE APOSTATE.]

C.

The following piece, which is given as Lord Rochford's, in Harrington's Nugæ Antiquæ, has also been ascribed to Sir Thomas Wyatt. In Ellis's Specimens of the Early English Poets it is placed among those of "Uncertain Authors."

THE LOVER'S COMPLAINT OF THE UNKINDNESS
OF HIS MISTRESS.

My lewt awake, performe the laste
Labour that thou and I shall waste,

And ende that I have nowe begunne;
For when this songe is sunge and paste,
My lewt be still, for I have done!

B

As to be heard wheare eare is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,

My songe may pierce her heart as sone :
Should we then sighe, or singe, or mone?
No, no, my lewt, for I have done *.

The rocks do not so cruellye
Repulse the waves contynually,

As she my sute and affection ;
So that I am past remedie;

Whearbye my lewt and I have done.

Vengeance shall fall on thy disdayne,
That makest but game on earnest payne:
Think not alone under the sonne

Unquit to cause thy lovers playne,
Althoughe my lewt and I have done.

May chaunce thee lye withered and olde†
The winter nightes that are so colde,

Playninge in vayne unto the morne :
Thy wishes then dare not be tolde :-
Care then who liste, for I have done.

The three first lines

* This stanza is omitted in Ellis's Specimens. are obscure; the writer's meaning appears to be: "That as soon will there be hearing where there are no ears, or as soon may marble be graved or carved with lead, as will his verse affect her heart."

† This line is given according to Mr. Ellis's emendation.

Nugæ Antiquæ it stands thus:

"Perchance they lye withered and olde."

In the