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A66698	The lives of the most famous English poets, or, The honour of Parnassus in a brief essay of the works and writings of above two hundred of them, from the time of K. William the Conqueror to the reign of His present Majesty, King James II / written by William Winstanley, author of The English worthies ...	Winstanley, William, 1628?-1698.	1687 (1687)	Wing W3065; ESTC R363	103,021	246

things worthy reading and didst do Things worthy writing too Thy Arts thy Valour show And by thy Works we do thy Learning know I shall conclude all with these excellent Verses made by himself a little before his Death It is not I that die I do but leave an Inn Where harbour'd was with me all filthy Sin It is not I that die I do but now begin Into eternal Joy by Faith to enter in Why mourn you then my Parents Friends and Kin Lament you when I lose not when I win Sir FVLK GREVIL NExt to Sir Philip Sidney we shall add his great Friend and Associate Sir Fulk Grevil Lord Brook one very eminent both for Arts and Arms to which the genius of that time did mightily invite active Spirits This Noble Person for the great love he bore to Sir Philip sidney wrote his Life He wrote several other Works both in Prose and Verse some of which were Dramatick as his Tragedies of Alaham Mustapha and Marcus Tullius Cicero and others commonly of a Political Subject amongst which a Posthume Work not publish'd till within a few years being a two fold Treatise the first of Monarchy the second of Religion in all which is observable a close mysterious and sententious way of Writing without much regard to Elegancy of Stile or smoothness of Verse Another Posthume Book is also fathered upon him namely The Five Years of King James or the Condition of the State of England and the Relation it had to other Provinces Printed in the Year 1643. But of this last Work many people are doubtful Now for his Abilities in the Exercise of Arms take this instance At such time when the French Ambassadours came over into England to Negotiate a Marriage between the Duke of Anjou and Queen Elizabeth for their better entertainment Solemn Justs were proclaimed where the Earl of Arundel Frederick Lord Windsor Sir Philip Sidney and he were chief Challengers against all comers in which Challenge be behaved himself so gallantly that he won the reputation of a most valiant Knight Thus you see that though Ease be the Nurse of Poesie the Muses are also Companions to Mars as may be exemplified in the Lives of the Earl of Surrey Sir Philip Sidney and this Sir Fulk Grevil I shall only add a word or two of his death which was as sad as lamentable He kept a discontented servant who conceiving his deserts not soon or well enough rewarded wounded him mortally and then to save the Law a labour killed himself Verifying therein the observation That there is none who never so much despiseth his own life but yet is master of another mans This ingenious Gentleman in whose person shined all true Vertue and high Nobility as he was a great friend to learning himself so was he a great favourer of learning in others witness his liberality to Mr. Speed the Chronologer when finding his wide Soul was stuffed with too narrow an Occupation gave it enlargement as the said Author doth ingeniously consess in his description of Warwick shire Whose Merits saith he to me-ward I do acknowledge in setting his hand free from the daily employments of a Manual Trade and giving it full liberty thus to express the inclination of mind himself being the Procurer of my present Estate He lieth interred in Warwick-Church under a Monument of Black and White Marble wherein he is styled Servant to Queen Elizabeth Councellor to King James and Friend to Sir Philp Sidney He died Anno 16 without Issue save only those of his Brain which will make his Name to live when others Issue they may fail them Mr. EDMOND SPENSER THis our Famous Poet Mr. Edmond Spenser was born in the City of London and brought up in Pembroke-Hall in Cambridge where he became a most excellent Scholar but especially very happy in English Poetry as his learned elaborate Works do declare which whoso shall peruse with a judicious eye will find to have in them the very height of Poetick fancy and though some blame his Writings for the many Chaucerisms used by him yet to the Learned they are known not to be blemishes but rather beauties to his Book which notwithstanding saith a learned Writer had been more salable if more conformed to our modern language His first flight in Poetry as not thinking himself fully fledged was in that Book of his called The Shepherds Kalendar applying an old Name to a new Book It being of Eclogues fitted to each Month in the Year of which Work hear what that worthy Knight Sir Philip Sidney writes whose judgment in such cases is counted infallible The Shepherds Kalendar saith he hath much Poetry in his Eclogues indeed worthy the reading if I be not deceived That same framing his Stile to an old rustick Language I dare not allow since neither Theocritus in Greek Virgil in Latine nor Sanazara in Italian did effect it Afterwards he translated the Gnat a little fragment of Virgil's excellency Then he translated Bellay his Ruins of Rome His most unfortunate Work was that of Mother Hubbard's Tale giving therein offence to one in authority who after wards stuck on his skirts But his main Book and which indeed I think Envy its self cannot carp at was his Fairy Queen a Work of such an ingenious composure as will last as long as time endures Now as you have heard what esteem Sir Philip Sidney had of his Book so you shall hear what esteem Mr. Spenser had of Sir Philip Sidney writing thus in his Ruins of Time. Yet will I sing but who can better sing Than thou thy self thine own selfs valiance That while thou livedst thou madest the Forests ring And Fields resound and Flocks to leap and dance And Shepherds leave their Lambs unto mischance To run thy shrill Arcadian Pipe to hear O happy were those days thrice happy were In the same his Poem of the Rains of Time you may see what account he makes of the World and of the immortal Fame gotten by Poesie In vain do earthly Princes then in vain Seek with Pyramids to Heaven aspir'd Or huge Collosses built with costly pain Or brazen Pillars never to be fir'd Or Shrines made of the metal most desir'd To make their Memories for ever live For how can mortal immortality give For deeds do die however nobly done And thoughts of men do in themselves decay But wise words taught in numbers for to run Recorded by the Muses live for aye Ne may with storming showers be wash'd away Ne bitter breathing with harmful blast Nor age nor envy shall them ever wast There passeth a story commonly told and believed that Mr. Spenser presenting his Poems to Queen Elizabeth she highly affected therewith commanded the Lord Cecil her Treasurer to give him an Hundred Pound and when the Treasurer a good Steward of the Queen's Money alledged that Sum was too much for such a matter then give him quoth the Queen what is reason but was so busied or seemed to be

seemeth to have been Earl of ROCHESTER THis Earl for Poetical Wit was accounted the chief of his time his Numbers flowing with so smooth and accute a Strain that had they been all confined within the bounds of Modesty we might well affirm they were unparallel'd yet was not his Muse altogether so loose but that with his Mirth he mixed Seriousness and had a knack at once to tickle the Fancy and inform the Judgement Take a taste of the fluency of his Muse in the Poem which he Wrote in Defence of Satyr When Shakespeare Johnson Fletcher rul'd the Stage They took so bold a freedom with the Age That there was scarce a Knave or Fool in Town Of any note but had his Picture shown And without doubt tho some it may offend Nothing helps more than Satyr to amend Ill Manners or is trulier Vertues Friend Princes may Laws ordain Priests gravely preach But Poets most successfully will teach For as the Passing-Bell frights from his meat The greedy Sick-man that too much wou'd eat So when a Vice ridiculous is made Our Neighbours Shame keeps us from growing bad But wholsom Remedies few Palats please Men rather love what flatters their Disease Pimps Parasites Buffoons and all the Crew That under Friendship 's name weak man undo Find their false service kindlier understood Than such as tell bold Truths to do us good Look where you will and you shall hardly find A man without some sickness of the Mind In vain we wise wou'd seem while every Lust Whisks us about as Whirlwinds do the Dust Here for some needless gain a Wretch is hurld From Pole to Pole and slav'd about the World VVhile the reward of all his pains and cares Ends in that despicable thing his Heir There a vain Fop mortgages all his Land To buy that gaudy Play-thing a Command To ride a Cock-horse wear a Scarf at 's And play the Pudding in a May-pole Farce Here one whom God to make a Fool thought fit In spight of Providence will be a VVit But wanting strength t' uphold his ill made choice Sets up with Lewdness Blasphemy and Noise There at his Mistress feet a Lover lies And for a Tawdry painted Baby dies Falls on his knees adores and is afraid Of the vain Idol he himself has made These and a thousand Fools unmention'd here Hate Poets all because they Poets fear Take heed they cry yonder mad Dog will bite He cares not whom he falls on in his fit Come but in 's way and strait a new Lampoon Shall spread your mangled fame about the Town This Farl died in the Flower of his Age and though his Life might be somewhat Extravagant yet he is said to have dyed Penitently and to have made a very good End. Mr. THOMAS FLATMAN MR. Thomas Flatman a Gentleman once of the middle Temple of Extraordinary Parts equally ingenious in the two Noble Faculties of Painting and Poetry as by the several choice Pieces that have been seen of his Pourtraying and Limning and by his Book of Poems which came out about Fourteen or Fifteen Years ago sufficiently appeareth The so much Celebrated Song of the Troubles of Marriage is ascribed to him Like a Dog with a Bottle tyed close to his Taile Like a Tory in a Bog or a Thief in a Jail c. MARTIN LVELLIN THis Gentleman was bred up a Student in Christ-Church in Oxford where he addicted his Mind to the sweet Delights of Poetry writing an Ingenious Poem entituled Men Miracles which came forth into the World with great applause The times being then when there was not only Cobling Preaching but Preaching Coblers he followed the practice of Physick and whether he be yet living is to me unknown EDMOND FAIRFAX EDmond Fairfax a most judicious elegant and approved Poet and who we should have remembred before But better out of due place than not at all This judicious Poet Translated that most exquisite Poem of Torquato Tasso the Prince of Italian Heroick Poets which for the Exactness of his Version is judged by some not inferior to the Original it self He also wrote some other things of his own Genius which have passed in the World with a general applause HENRY KING Bishop of Chichester THis Reverend Prelate a great lover of Musick Poetry and other ingenious Arts amongst his other graver Studies had some Excursions into those pleasing Delights of Poetry and as he was of an Obliging Conversation for his Wit and Fancy so was he also very Grave and Pious in his Writings Witness his Printed Sermons on the Lords Prayer and others which he Preached on several Occasions His Father was John King Bishop of London one full fraught with all Episcopal Qualities who died Anno 1618. and was Buried in the Quire of St. Paul's with the plain Epitaph of Resurgam But since a prime Wit did enlarge thereon which for the Elegancy of it I cannot but commit it to Posterity Sad Relique of a blessed Soul whose Trust We Sealed up in this religious Dust O do not thy low Exequies suspect As the cheap Arguments of our neglect 'T was a commanded Duty that thy Grave As little Pride as thou thy self should have Therefore thy Covering is an humble Stone And but a Word for thy Inscription When those that in the same Earth Neighbour thee Have each his Chronicle and Pedigree They have their waving Penons and their Flags Of Matches and Alliance formal Brags When thou although from Ancestors thou came Old as the Heptarchy great as thy Name Sleepest there inshrin'd in thy admired Parts And hast no Heraldry but thy Deserts Yet let not them their prouder Marbles boast For they rest with less Honour though more Cost Go search the World and with your Mattock wound The groaning Bosom of the patient Ground Dig from the hidden Veins of her dark Womb All that is rare and precious for a Tomb. Yet when much Treasure and more time is spent You must grant his the Nobler Monument Whose Faith stands o're him for a Hearse and hath The Resurrection for his Epitaph This worthy Prelate was born in the same County Town House and Chamber with his Father Namely at Warn-hall nigh Tame in Buckingham-shire and was Bred up at Christ-Church in Oxford in Anno 1641. when Episcopacy was beheld by many in a deep Consumption and hoped by others that it would prove Mortal To cure this if was conceived the most probable Cordial to prefer Persons into that Order not only unblameable for their Life and eminent for their Learning but also generally beloved by all disegaged People and amongst these King Charles advanced this our Doctor Bishop of Chichester But all would not do their Innocency was so far from stopping the Mouth of Malice that Malice had almost swallowed them down her Throat Yet did he live to see the Restitution of his Order live a most religious Life and at leisure times Composed his generally admired and approved Version of Davids Psalms into

English Meetre THOMAS MANLEY THomas Manley was saith my Author one of the Croud of Poetical writers of the late King's Time. He wrote among other things the History of Job in verse and Translated into English Pagan Fisher his Congratulatory Ode of Peace Mr. LEWYS GRIFFIN HE was born as he informed me himself in Rutland-shire and bred up in the University of Cambridge where proving an Excellent Preacher he was after some time preferred to be a Minister of St. George's Church in Southwark where being outed for Marrying two Sisters without their Friends Consent He was afterwards beneficed at Colchester in Essex where he continued all the time during a sore Pestilence raged there He wrote a Book of Essays and Characters an excellent Piece also The Doctrine of the Ass of which I remember these two lines Devil's pretences always were Divine A Knave may have an Angel for a Sign He wrote also a Book called The Presbyterian Bramble with several other Pieces in Defence of the King and the Church Now to shew you the Acuteness of his VVit I will give you an Instance The first year that Poor Robin's Almanack came forth about Six and Twenty Years ago there was cut for it a Brass Plate having on one side of it the Pictures of King Charles the First the Earl of Strafford the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury the Earl of Darby the Lord Capel and Dr. Hewit all six adorned with Wreaths of Lawrel On the other side was Oliver Cromwell Bradshaw Ireton Scot Harrison and Hugh Peters hanging in Halters Betwixt which was placed the Earl of Essex and Mr. Christopher Love upon which plate he made these Verses Bless us what have we here What sundry Shapes Salute our Eyes have Martyrs too their Apes Sure 't is the War of Angels for you 'd Swear That here stood Michael and the Dragon there Tredescan is out-vy'd for we engage Both Heaven and Hell in an Octavo Page Martyrs and Traytors rallied six to six Half fled unto Olimpus half to Styx Joyn'd with two Neuters some Condemn some Praise They hang betwixt the Halters and the Bayes For 'twixt Nolls Torment and Great Charles's Glory There there 's the Presbyterian Purgatory He died as I am informed at Colchester about the Year of our Lord 1670. JOHN DAVNCEY JOhn Dauncey a true Son of Apollo and Bacchus was one who had an Excellent Command of his Pen a fluent Stile and quick Invention nor did any thing come amiss to his undertaking He wrote a compleat History of the late times a Chronicle of the Kingdom of Portugal the English Lovers a Romance which for Language and Contrivance comes not short of either of the best of French or Spanish He Translated a Tragi-Comedy out of French called Nichomede equal in English to the French Original besides several other things too long to recite His English Lovers was Commended by divers of sound Judgment amongst others Mr. Lewis Griffin our forementioned Poet made these verses in commendations of it Rich Soul of Wit and Language thy high strains So plunge arid puzzle unrefined brains That their Illiterate Spirits do not know How much to thy Ingenious Pen they owe. Should my presumptuous Muse attempt to raise Trophies to thee she might as well go blaze Bright Planets with base Colours or display The Worlds Creation in a Puppet-Play Let this suffice what Calumnies may chance To blut thy Fame they spring from Ignorance When Old Orpheus drew the Beasts along By sweet Rhetorick of his learned Tongue 'T was deafness made the Adder sin and this Caus'd him who should have hum'd the Poet hiss RICHARD HEAD RIchard Head the Noted Author of the English Rogue was a Ministers Son born in Ireland whose Father was killed in that horrid Rebellion in 1641. Whereupon his Mother with this her Son came into England and he having been trained up in Learning was by the help of some Friends for some little time brought up in the University of Oxford in the same Colledge wherein his Father had formerly been a Student But means falling short he was taken away from thence and bound Apprentice to a Latin Bookseller in London attaining to a good Proficiency in that Trade But his Genius being addicted to Poetry and having Venus for his Horoscope e're his time were fully out he wrote a Piece called Venus Cabinet Vnlock'd Afterwards he married and set up for himself But being addicted to play a Mans Estate then runs in Hazard for indeed that was his Game until he had almost thrown his Shop away Then he betook himself to Ireland his Native Country where he composed his Hic Vbique a noted Comedy and which gained him a general Esteem for the worth thereof And coming over into England had it Printed dedicating it to the then Duke of Monmouth But receiving no great Incouragement from his Patron he resolved to settle himself in the World and to that purpose with his Wife took a House in Queens-Head Alley near Pater-Noster-Row and for a while followed his Business so that contrary to the Nature of a Poet his Pockets began to be well lined with Money But being bewitched to that accursed vice of Play it went out by handfuls as it came in piece by piece And now he is to seek again in the World whereupon he betook him to his Pen and wrote the first part of the English Rogue which being too much smutty would not be Licensed so that he was fain to refine it and then it passed stamp At the coming forth of this first part I being with him at three Cup Tavern in Holborn drinking over a glass of Rhenish made these verses upon it What Gusman Buscon Francion Rablais writ I once applauded for most excellent Wit But reading thee and thy rich Fancies store I now condemn what I admir'd before Henceforth Translations pack away be gone No Rogue so well-writ as the English one There was afterwards three more parts added to it by him and Mr. Kirkman with a promise of a fifth which never came out He wrote several other Books besides as The art of Whedling The Floating Island or a Voyage from Lambethania to Ramalia A discovery of O Brazil Jacksons Recantation The Red Sea c. Amongst others he had a great Fancy in Bandying against Dr. Wild although I must confess therein over Matcht yet fell he upon him tooth and nail in Answer to his Letter directed to his Friend Mr. J. J. upon Occasion of his Majesties Declaration for Liberty of Conscience concluding in this manner Thus Sir you have my Story but am Sorry Taunton excuse it is no better for ye However read it as you Pease are shelling For you will find it is not worth the telling Excuse this boldness for I can't avoid Thinking sometimes you are but ill Imploy'd Fishing for Souls more fit then frying Fish That makes me throw Pease Shellings in your Dish You have a study Books wherein to look How comes it then the