You yonglings nowe, that vain delights lead on
To sell chaste life for lewd and light desires,
Poore gaine is got, when rich good name is gon;
Foule blot and shame lives under trimme attires :/
Worlde soone casts off the hackney horse it hiers;
And when bare nagge is wridden out of breath,
Tibbe is turn'd loose, to feed on barren heath.
Of flowers a while men doe gay poses make;
The scent once past, adue dry withered leaves;
Love lasts not long, prickt up for pleasures sake;
Straw little worth, when corne forsakes the sheaves:
A painted post the gazar's eye deceives;

But when foule faults are found that blear'd the sight,
The' account is gon of girlls or gugawes light.

Young pooppies play, small season last you see; ·
Old apish sportes are quickly out of grace;
Fond wanton games will soon forgotten be;
As sowre as crabbe becomes the sweetest face:
There needes no more be spoken of this case;
All earthly joyes by tract of time decayes;
Soone is the glasse runne out of our good dayes!
My fall and facte makes proofe of that is spoke,
Tels world to much of shadowes in the sunne,
Dust blowne with winde, or simple proofe of smoake,
That flies from fire and fast throwe air doth run:

It ends with woe that was with joy begun ;

It turnes to teares that first began with sport;
At length long paine finds pleasure was but short.

After st. 48, (p. 275,) the following.

Woe worth the day, the time, the howre and all, When subjects clapt the crowne on Richard's head; Woe worth the lordes, that sat in sumptuous hall,

To honour him that princes blood so shead:
Would God he had bin boyld in scalding lead.
When he presumde in brother's seat to sit,
Whose wretched rage rul'd all with wicked wit,

After st. 53, (p. 276,) the following.

The fall of leafe is nothing like the spring,
Ech eye beholdes the rising of the sunne,
All men admire the favour of a king ;

And from great states growne in disgrace they run,
Such sodaine claps ne wit nor will can shun;

For when the stoole is taken from our feete,
Full flat on floore the body falls in streete.

T.P.

ART. XL. The Firste Parte of Churchyardes Chippes: contayning twelve severall labours. Devised and published only by Thomas Churchyard, gentilman. Imprinted at London in Flete-streate neare unto Saint Dunstone's Church, by Thomas Marshe, 1575, cum privilegio. 4to."

THE following are the contents of this book. 1. The Seige of Leeth.

2. A Farewell to the Worlde.

3. A Fayned Fancie of the Spyder and the Gowte. 4. A Dollful Discourse of a Lady and a Knight. 5. The Rode into Scotlande, by Sir William Dreury, Knight. (prose)

6. Sir Symond Burley's Tragedie.

7. A Tragicall Discourse of the Unhappy Man's Life.

8. A Discourse of Vertue.

9. Churcheyarde's Dreame.

10. A Tale of a Fryer and a Shuemaker's Wife. 11. The Siege of Edenborough Castle.

12. The whole Order of the receiving of Queene's Majestie into Bristowe.

Numbers 2, 4, 6, and 9, were reprinted in Churchyard's Challenge: and No. 12 has been inserted by Mr. Nichols, in his very curious Collection of the Progresses and Public Processions of Queen Elizabeth, Vol. I.

Churchyard dedicated his Chips "To the right worshipful his tried and worthy friend, Maister Christofer Hatton, Esq." afterwards Sir Christopher: and his dedication was preceded by a copy of verses, "To the dispisers of other men's workes that shoes nothing of their owne," which concludes with the following lines, somewhat explanatory of his singular title to the book.

"What needs more words to waest my wind

About these busie brains;

That powlts and swels at others toils,
And take themselves no pains.

The best is, though small goodnes be
In these bare Chipps of mine;
My hatchet hew'd them all in deede,
Whear they be grosse or fine.

And when that theas have made a blase,
And bin in world a while,

A bigger basket will I bring

To make you worldlings smile.

And whether theas you like or noe,
The rest are neer the stamp;

Which if you pleas to fling in fier,
Will burne as cleer as lamp.

Thus farewell friends or flyring foes;

I know not how to fawne :

I mean to see you ons again,

So leave my book for pawne.

Adue."

T. P.

ART. XLI. Churchyard's Challenge. London. Printed by John Wolfe. 1593. 4to. pp. 278.

Here follows the severall matters contained in this booke.

1. The Tragedie of the Earle of Morton.

2. The Tragedie of Sir Simon Burley.

3. A Discourse that a Man is but his Minde.

(prose)

4. A Discourse of the true steps of Manhood.

(prose)

5. A Warning to the Wanderers abroad, that seeke to sow dissention at home.

6. A Discourse of the Honor of a Souldier. (prose). 7. A Discourse of Gentlemen lying in London, that were better keepe house at home in their countrey.

8. A Discourse of an olde Souldier and a young. 9. A Discourse of Misfortune and Calamitie.

(prose)

10. A Discourse and Commendation of those that can make Golde.

11. The Tragedy of Shore's Wife, much augmented.

12. A Story of an Eagle and a Lady, excellently set out in Du Bartas.

13. A Tragicall Discourse of the haplesse man's life. 14. A Discours of a Fantasticall Dreame.

15. A Discourse of Law and worthy Lawyers. To

the Right Hon. Lady Puckering.

16. A few plaine Verses of Truth against the flatterie of Time: made when the Queen's Majestie was last at Oxenford. (See the Progresses of Q. Elizabeth, Vol. III.)

17. A Discourse on the only Phoenix of the Worlde. 18. A Praise of that Phenix; and Verses translated out of French.

19. The Adue the Writer made Long agoe to the World, when he went to studie.

20. A Tragicall Discourse of a dolorous Gentle

woman.

21. A Dolefull Discourse of a great Lorde and a Ladie: translated out of French.*

This volume has an Epistle Dedicatory "to the Right Hon. Sir John Wolley, Knight, Secretary for the Latin tung to the Queene's Majestie," which is followed by a Preface "to the worthiest sorte of people, that gently can reade and justly can judge." I transcribe a poetical prefix, complimentary to Spenser, which the author entitles

"A new kinde of a Sonnet.

"In writing long, and reading works of warre, That Homer wrote and Virgil's verse did show; My Muse me led in overweening farre,

When to their stiles my pen presum'de to goe.

Ovid himselfe durst not have vaunted so;
Nor Petrarke grave with Homer would compare;

*To this table of contents succeeds a copious list of pieces be fore printed, &c. which is given by Herbert, III. 1806.