noticed as a Poet; but that he deserves to be so, will sufficiently appear from the following description and specimen of a curious little volume, which I believe to be unique, and which has been lent me by Mr. Thomas Payne, of the Mews Gate, whom I have invariably found prompt to assist the cause of literature.

"THE DOVE,

Or, Passages of Cosmography, by Richard Zouche, Civillian of New College, in Oxford.

Sicut Columbæ.

London. Printed for George Norton, and are to be sould at his shop under the Black Bulle, neere Temple Barre. 1613."

The work is dedicated To the most noble and worthily honoured Edward Law Zouche, St. Maur and Cantelupe of his Majesties Privie Counsell.

The Poem is a concise geographical description of three quarters of the world, Asia, Africa, and Europe, in the manner of Dionysius. The following is the Author's Picture of Great Brittaine:

EUROPE.

EUROPE.

Great BRITTAINE shadow of the starry sphear's
Selfe viewing beauties true presented grace,
In Thetis myrrhour, on this orbe appeares,
In worth excelling as extoll'd in place:

Like the rich Croisade on th' imperiall ball,
As much adorning as surmounting all.

Bounded within the watry firmament,
Whose euer mouing streames about it role,
She measures forth her length in faire extent,
Towards the Southern, from the Northern Pole;
Betwixt her riuers Zone-dividing lines,

Each citie like a constellation shines.

Auon and Twede her tropicks, Zodiack wise
Passe Trent and Seuern: to the springing morne
Trent goes declining, Seuerne bending lyes
Downe by the Western, freez cloath Capricorne.
Thames, as th' equator, doth more eeuen runne,
Proud with the mansions of her biding sunne.

Maiesticke Senne, long may thy kinde aspect
Shed downe sweet influence vpon this clime,
Beyond all enuy, as without defect,
Ruling but neuer altering our time,

Till passing from our teare bedewed eyes,
Thy glory in another heau'n shall rise.

Too soone our Julian Starre late prince of light,
The sparkling lustre of whose vertuous ray
To Brittaine hearts content with shortest night,
Promis'd the comfort of eternall day:

Too

Too soone expir'd, ô worthy long to proue

The worlds great wonder, and his countries loue.

And faire ELISA midst the glistering crew,
Which as our glorious Cynthia, seemes renew'd,
Lately remouing from our fainting view,
Her presence with all graces bright endew'd,

For Latmus shade, doth spend her precious houres On Rhemes banks amidst the Myrtle Bowres.

Yet like those glistring emblems neare the pole,
Still aboue earths horizon eleuate.

May our heroicke princes name controule

The starry orders of this well rul'd state,

And Brittaines chariot as the Northern wayne, With great Arcturus ioyne her CHARLEMAIGNE.

A stately burs, built in the Western strand,
Renowned Exeter farre off doth seeme:
But London, Exchange-Royall of the land,
Is the obiect of the peoples best esteeme:

So whilst the glorious Day star shines more bright,
Cleare Hesperus obscur'd doth giue no light.

Sweet-seated Sals-bury Wilshyres ornament,
Neighb'red with plaines, graced with goodly vallies,
Like some delightfull garden of content,

Watring with siluer streames her well-squar'd allies,
But that it doth more firm and surely stand,
Doth seeme another Venice in our land.

Bathe, fairely built, throughout the world is knowne For her most wholesome strength repayring springs, But she which hath so strange effects oft showne, With ill successe did lead her founder wings:

Poore

Poore worme-like creeping men she might restore: Ne'er make them borne to goe, like birds to soare.

Bristow, the marchants magazin, enclos'd
With rocky hils, by Auons streame imbrac't,
Faire by industrious workmanship compos'd,
As by great nature's wisedome firmely plac't,

Viewing her verdant marsh, may well disdaine
Romes sometimes glory, Mars his champian plaine.

Old Winchester, the auncient seate of kings
For vertue, and for valour much renowned,
So subiect unto change are earthly things,
In stead of diadem with bayes is crowned.

Where worthy Wicchams children now maintaine
The fame once known by great king Arthurs traine.

Oxford by Isis crystall streames confin'd,
And well-discerning Cambridge, Learnings payre,
Excell those lamps which once on Ida shin'd
Bright Juno shew'd, cleare Pallas, Venus faire.
But eyther of these thrice illustrious eyes,
Doth brightnes, clearenesse, fairnesse all comprise.

As that true ensigne of th' Almighties loue,
Liuely displayed in the cloudy skye,

The gazers eye astonished doth moue

To wonder at such strange varietie:

Rain-bow, resembling London, Englands blisse,
The heau'ns great mercy, and earths maruell is.
Finis.

BARNABE

BARNABE BARNES.

THE following work by this ancient English Poet is incorrectly mentioned by Ritson. The copy from which my account is taken is in the valuable Collection of the Bishop of Rochester. "PARTHENOPHIL PARTHENOРНЕ. Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes.

AND

To the Right Noble and Vertuous Gentleman M. William Percy, Esquier, his deerest friend." The Printer's name, and date of the book are torn off, but on the next leaf there is

"To the learned Gentlemen Readers, The Printer," in which address is the date of "May, 1593."

These sonnettes, Madrigals, &c. are comprehended in 146 pages, to which are subjoined, in manuscript, pages 147, 148, 149, 150; and the following six printed Sonnets, viz. To Henry, Earle of Northumberland; Roberte, Earle of Essex; Henry, Earle of Southampton; Marie, Countesse of Pembrooke; the Lady Straunge; and the Lady Brigett Manners; to the last of which, is this subscription:

"Your Bewties most affectionate servant, Barnabe Barnes."

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