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fluence. His wit in early life was as agreeable to the King as his talents for business were afterwards useful; yet he lived to feel and declare, “ that all is vanity and vexation of spirit.” His important services to the state abroad could not save him from the malevolence of Bonner. Few persons ever sought to make the natural jealousy and cruelty of Henry the instrument of their private malice without succeeding. But in the case of Wyatt the attempt failed. Either Henry, whose moods were as capricious as the caged savage beast, which will at one time suffer the caresses of his keeper, and at another growl and threaten, or turn and rend him, refused to be cheered on to the prey, or the jury were less subservient than usual ; for Wyatt was acquitted, and retired to his country-seat, where he passed the short remainder of his life in study and in the business of a country gentleman. He died in his thirty-ninth year of a malignant fever, caught by overheating and fatiguing himself in riding to meet the Spanish ambassador at Dover, By the historian of English poetry, he is pronounced the first polished satirist in the language; and of his conversational talents, it is recorded that he promoted the Reformation by a jest, and contributed to the downfal of Wol. sey by a humorous story. The well-timed courtly jest, to which is attached such important consequences, made when the King affected to have scruples of conscience about his divorce from Queen Catherine, was this excla. mation," Lord! that a man cannot repent him of his sin without the Pope's leave !” And when the ruin of Wolsey was already determined, “ Sir Thomas,” in the words of his old biographer, “ups with a story of the curs baiting the butcher's dog." Wolsey was the son of a butcher.
TO HIS MISTRESS.
FORGET not yet the tried intent
Forget not yet when first began
Forget not yet the great assays,
Forget not !-Oh! forget not this,
Forget not then thine own approv’d,
OF HIS RETURNE FROM SPAINE.
Tagus farewell, that westward with thy stremes, Turnes up the graines of gold already tried ;
For I with spurre and saile go seke the Temmes, Gainward the Sunne that sheweth her welthy
pride; And to the town that Brutus sought by dreames, Like bended mone that leaues her lusty side,
My king, my countrey I seke, for whom I live,
OF THE MEAN AND SURE ESTATE.
[From Seneca's Chorus]
STOND who so list upon the slipper wheele
That knowen is to all, but to himself, alas !
OF THE COURTIER'S LIFE.
MYNE own John Poins, since ye delite to know
The power of them whom fortune here hath lent
So did his hart the common wealth apply.
BORN 1533-DIED 1603.
TAE following ditty, or sonnet, of the Virgin Queen, is of no
great value save as a curiosity, and from the secret feelings which dictated it. The reader may be amused to see how these verses are be-praised by Puttenham, the writer of the “ Arte of English Poesie,” the first regular critic
known in England. “ I find none example in English metre so well maintain
ing this figure (the Exargasia or the Gorgeous) as that dittie of her Majestie's owne making, passing sweet and harmonical,—which figure being, as its very original name purporteth, the most beautifull and gorgeous of all