worthless scriblings, I utterly disclaim it, as being done by the Printer, either to grace the fore-front with Sir Philip Sydney's, and others names, or to make the book grow to a competent volume. For these Poems in particular, I could allege these excuses; that those under the name of Anonymous were written (as appeareth by diverse things, to Sir Philip Sydney living, and of him dead) almost twenty years since, when Poetry was far from that perfection to which it has now attained; that my Brother is by profession a soldier, and was not eighteen years old when he writ these toys: that mine own were made most of them six or seven years since, at idle times as I journeyed up and down, during my travels. But to leave their works to justify themselves, or the authors to justify their works, and to speak of mine own; thy mistakes I contemn, thy praises (which I neither deserve nor expect) I esteem not, as hoping, (God willing) ere long, to regain thy good opinion, if lost; or more deservedly to continue it, if already obtained, by some graver work. Farewell, FRANCIS DAVISON. A Dialogue between two Shepherds, Thenot and Piers, in praise of Astrea --- by Mary, Countess of Pem- broke..... Upon his meeting with his two worthy Friends and fel- low Poets, Sir Edward Dyer, and M. Fulke Gre- Dispraise of a Courtly Life---by the same.. Sonnet--- Love's seven deadly Sins--- by H. C'. . . . . . . Sonnet---To two most Honourable and Virtuous Ladies and Sisters, the Lady Margaret, Countess of Cum- Fabritius Curio, who refused gold of the Samnites, and discovered to King Pyrrhus his Physician that A Sonnet of the Sun---by the same Panegyric to my Sovereign Lord the King---by the same A Device---Of the Fall of Man in Adam---by the same Love's Hyperboles---by the same An Invective against Love---by the same.. Petrarch's Sonnet translated---by the same. He proves himself to endure the Hellish Torments of 92 |