Glorious is my love, worth triumphs in her face,
Then too too bold were I to venture-
Who loves deferves to live in a princess's grace;
Why ftand you then afraid to enter?
Lights all are out,

Then make no doubt,

A lover boldly may take a chufing.
Beauty is a bait

For a princely mate.

Fye, why stand you then a mufing?
You'll repent too late

If fhe do you hate
For love's delights refusing.

EPIGRAMS.

ONE calls me friend, yet urges me to pay A debt I borrowed, not upon a day

But upon terms of love; am I his friend,

I

may then owe as freely as he lend.

THOU in the field walk'ft out thy supping hours, And yet thou say'ft thou haft fupped like a king.

Like Nebuchadnezar perchance with grafs and flowers,

A fallet worse than Spanish dieting.

SMUGG the fmith for ale and fpice
Sold all his tools, but kept his vice.

ON THE APOLOGIES FOR THE

MASSACRE OF SAINT

BARTHOLOMEW.

On the APOLOGIES for the Maffacre

of Saint Bartholomew.

HE flaughter of the Huguenots, which began in Paris on the 22nd of August, 1572, and which continued with more or lefs atrocity for feveral weeks, both in the capital and in many provinces of France, gave birth to a confiderable number of pamphlets, which, having been paffed from hand to hand in a period of general excitement, are now rarely to be met with in good condition, but are remarkable for their typography and found material when compared with fimilar productions in later times. As I happen to poffefs several of the most remarkable, and