" I speak not this with a false heart,

(Wherewith his hand she gently strain'd)

“ Or that would change a love maintain'd "* With so much love on either part.

Nay, I protest, though death with his
“ Worst counsel should divide us here,

His terrors could not make me fear To come where


presence is.

“ Only, if love's fire with the breath

« Of life be kindled, I doubt, “ With our last air 'twill be breath'd out, And quenched with the cold of death."

Then, with a look, it seem'd, denied

All earthly power but hers, yet so

As if to her breath he did owe This borrow'd life, he thus replied :

" And shall our love, so far beyond

« That low and dying appetite,

" And which so chaste desires unite, " Not hold in an eternal bond ?

" O no, beloved ! I am most sure

“ Those virtuous habits we acquire,

As being with the soul entire, " Must with it evermore endure.

“ Else should our souls in vain elect;

“ And vainer yet were heaven's laws,

“ When to an everlasting cause “They gave a perishing effect.

“ Nor here on earth then, nor above,

“ Our good affection can impair :

" For where God doth admit the fair, “ Think you that he excludeth love?

“ These eyes again thine eyes


see, “ And hands again these hands enfold;

" And all chaste pleasures can be told “ Shall with us everlasting be.

.6 For if no use of sense remain

" When bodies once this life forsake,

“ Or they could no delight partake, " Why should they ever rise again?

“ Let then no doubt, Celinda, touch, “ Much less your fairest mind invade :

Were not our souls immortal made, “ Our equal loves can make them such." The following Epitaph on himself (which is not noticed in

Walpole's Life of Lord Herbert) is too characteristic of the writer not to deserve insertion.

The monument which thou beholdest here,

Presents EDWARD LORD HERBERT to thy sight; A man so free from either hope or fear,

To have or lose this ordinary light,
That when to elements his body turned were,

He knew, that as those elements would fight,
So his immortal soul should find above,

With his Creator, peace, joy, truth, and love.


Born about 1581, entered at Corpus Christi College, Cam

bridge, in 1597, and took the degree of B. A. at Oxford, in 1600. Some time after this he went to Utrecht, where he wrote a comedy called “Hans Beer Pot's invisible Comedy," a work which has little to recommend it, except its rarity. But the following song, if it be (like the rest of the comedy) translated from the Dutch, may possibly be thought worth preserving, as a specimen of Batavian fancy.

WALKING in a shadowy grove,
Near silver streams fair gliding,
Where trees in ranks did grace those banks,
And nymphs had their abiding;
Here as I staid, I saw a maid,
A beauteous lovely creature;
With angel face, and goddess' grace,
Of such exceeding feature :

Her looks did so astonish

And set my heart a quaking;
Like stag that gazed, was I amazed ;
And in a stranger taking ;

Yet roused myself, to see this elf,
And, lo, a tree did hide me;
Where I, unseen, beheld this queen
Awhile, ere she espied me.


Her voice was sweet, melodiously
She sung in perfect measure,
And thus she said, with trickling tears:
“ Alas, my joy and treasure,
“ I'll be thy wife, or lose my life,
" There's no man else shall have me:
“ If God say so, I will say no ;
“Although a thousand crave me.

" Oh stay not long, but come, my dear,
“ And knit our marriage knot;
“ Each hour a day, each month a year,
66 Thou know'st I think, God wot.
“ Delay not then, like worldly men,
6. Good works till wither'd age:
'Bove other things the King of Kings
66 Blest lawful marriage.”-

With that she rose, like nimble roe,
The tender grass scarce bending,
And left me there, perplex'd with fear,
At this her sonnet's ending.

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