UNCERTAIN AUTHORS. [From Alison's "Hour's Recreation in Musick," 1606.] IN hope a king doth go to war, In hope, just men do suffer wrong: Though wit bids will to blow retreat, Will cannot work as wit could wish. When cities burn on fiery flame, Great rivers scarce may quench the same: Too late for wit to bid take heed. [From Wilbye's" Second set of Madrigales," 1609.] Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, Keep therefore a true woman's eye, To doat upon me ever. [From the same.] DRAW on, sweet night, best friend unto those cares Sweet night, draw on! my griefs, when they be told To shades and darkness, find some ease from paining; And while thou all in silence dost enfold, I then shall have best time for my complaining. [From the same.] So light is love, in matchless beauty shining, [From the same.] HAPPY, oh happy he, who not affecting Hymen's Eclogue between Admetus and Menalchas. [From "A new Spring, shadowed in sundry pithie Poems," printed by G. Eld, for Thomas Bailie, 1619. 4to. By Musophilus.] Menalchas. WHAT makes Admetus sad?-Whate'er it be, Is it the loss of substance? or of friends? Which, unresolved, doth leave thee in suspence? Is it, that thou thy long wish'd love shouldst leese? Admet. No, no Menalchas, it is none of these! Men. Thou art not sick? Admet. Nor sick, nor greatly well. Men. Where lies thy grief? Admet. My countenance can tell! Men. Smooth is thy brow! thy count'nance fresh enough! Admet. But cares have made my wreakful mind as rough. Men. Of cares, Admetus ? Admet. Yes! I have my share! Men. Yet, hope of cure! Admet. No hope of cure to care! Men. Nay, then I see, 'tis love that thee doth wring. Admet. Thou err'st Menalchas, there is no such thing. Men. If neither loss of friends, nor loss of wealth, The case is alter'd!-I'm a married man! THE SHRIFT. [From the same.] [This is inserted on account of the singularity of its versification.] A TIME there was, and divers there be yet When folks were shriven for sins they did commit, And had their absolution, as was fit: 'Mongst which, as one crime doth another get, Where hope of pardon doth authorize it, |