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King Charlemagne, Tom Stukeley, and the rest,
Adieu!—To arms, to arms, to glorious arms,
With noble Norris and victorious Drake,
Under the sanguine cross, brave England's badge,
To propagate religious piety;
And hew a passage with your conquering swords
By land and sea; where ever Phoebus' eye,
Th' eternal lamp of heaven lends us light:
By golden Tagus or the western Inde,
Or through the spacious bay of Portugal,
The wealthy ocean main, the Tyrrhene sea,
From great Alcides' pill branching forth
Even to the gulf that leads to lofty Rome;
Ther to deface the pride of Antichrist,
And pull his paper walls and popery down.
A famous enterprise for England's strength,
To steel your swords on Avarice' triple crown,
And cleanse Augeus' stalls in Italy.

To arms, my fellow-soldiers ! sea and land
Lie open to the voyage you intend :
And sea or land, bold Britons, far or near,
Whatever course your matchless virtue shapes,
Whether to Europe's bounds or Asian plains,
To Afric's shore or rich America,
Down to the shades of deep Avernus' crags,
Sail on :-pursue your honours to your graves.
Heaven is a sacred covering for your heads,
And every climate Virtue's tabernacle.

To arms, to arms, to honourable arms!
Hoist sails; weigh anchors up; plow up the seas,
With flying keels; plow up the land with swords.
In God's name venture on; and let me say
To you, my mates, as Cæsar said to his,
Striving with Neptune's hills You bear (quoth he)


Cæsar and Cæsar's fortune in your ships.".
You follow them, whose swords successful are :
You follow Drake by sea, the scourge of Spain,
The dreadful Dragon, terror to your foes :
Victorious in his return from Inde :
In all his high attempts unvanquished.
You follow noble Norris, whose renown
Won in the fertile fields of Belgia,
Spreads by the gates of Europe, to the courts
Of Christian kings and heathen potentates.
You fight for Christ, and England's peerless Queen,
Elizabeth, the wonder of the world!
Over whose throne the enemies of God
Have thunder'd erst their vain successless braves.
O ten times treble happy men, that fight
Under the cross of Christ and England's queen;
And follow such as Drake and Norris are.
All honours do this cause accompany;
All glory on these endless honours waits.
These honours and this glory shall he send,
Whose honour and whose glory you defend."


Art. XXIV. The Parliament of Bees; with their

proper characters: or a Bee-hive furnished with twelve honey-combs, as pleasant as profitable: being an allegorical description of the actions of good and bad men, in these our daies. A Masque, by John Day. 1640. 4to.

This author, says Mr. Reed, * had been a student in Caius College, Cambridge, and by the date of his

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works must have flourished in the reigns of James and Charles the First: but the precise time of his birth and death are not known. He wrote two dramatic pieces in conjunction with Marlow and Decker, and published six of his own; among which the Parliament of Bees is numbered in the old catalogues; but with little

propriety, since it consists of what never could be adapted for theatrical representation,—a succession of twelve satirical colloquies in rhyme, without any continuity of character. The book is inscribed “To the worthy gentleman Mr. George Butler, professor of the arts liberal, and true patron of neglected poesie:” the following is perhaps its fairest specimen.

The Booke to the Reader.

" In my commission I am charg'd to greet
And mildly kisse the hands of all I meet,
Which I must do, or never more be seene
About the fount of sacred Hippocrene.
Smooth-sockt Thalia takes delight to dance
I'th' schools of art; the door of ignorance
She sets a cross on; delractors she doth scora,
Yet kneels to censure, so it be true-born.
I had rather fall into a beadle's hands
That reads, and with his reading understands,
Than some plush-Midas, that can read no further
But Bees !-whose penning ?-Mew, this man doth

A writer's credit; and wrong'd poesie,
Like a rich diamond dropt into the sea,
Is by him lost for ever. Quite through read me,
Or 'mongst waste paper into pastboard knead me;
Presse me to death : so, though your churlish bands
Rob me of life, I'le save my paper lands


For my next heire, who with poetick breatla
May in sad elegie record my death.
If so; I wish my epitaph may be
Only three words-Opinion murdered me!"

T. P.

Art. XXV. The true and perfecte Newes of the

woorthy and valiaunt exployles, performed and doone by that valiant knight Syr Frauncis Drake: not only at Sancto Domingo and Carthagena, but also nowe at Cales and uppon the coast of Spayne. 1587. Printed at London by J. Charlewood for T. Hackett. Colophon: Finis quoth Thomas Greepe.

Greepe, in his epistle dedicatory to George Clifford, Earl of Cumberland, speaks of himself as a rude countryman, brought up many years in husbandry; and therefore possessing more knowledge in culturing of land than in describing the conquests of countries. A plain narration adapted to the vulgar sort of people, was what he designed, and this he evidently accomplished. The following is his matter-of-fact report of the English squadron.

The Bonaventure, a shyp royall,

Cheefe admirall then of the fleete
Sir Frauncis Drake chiefe-generall,

As by deserte, he was most meete.
Most worthy captaynes of hand and hart,
In thys boon voyage then tooke hys part.

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The Primrose next, vice-admirall

Appointed by theyr best devise,
Captayne Frobisher vise-generall,

A valiant captayne, ware and wise.
Captayne Carelell they did ordayne
Liefetenant-generall on the mayne.
The Ayde, a royall shyppe and hotte,

The Gallien wyll convict her foes,
The Sea-Dragon she spares no shott,

The Talbot barkes where ere she goes;
The Whyte Lyon her foes will smart,
And all the rest wyll take her part.
At Plimmouth they remayped a space,

Till all their ships were furnished;
Then goverement, good fame, and grace,

Throughout the realme is published:
Their sayles displaide, the seas t' atchive,
September, aong eighty-five."

A short letter is subjoined from Sir F. Drake, to his very good friend, Mr. John Fox, preacher of the Word of God: Dated “from aboord her Majesties good ship the Elizabeth Bunaventure."

ART. XXVI. A Skeltonical Salutation

Or condigne gratulation,
And just vexation
Of the Spanish nation;
That in a bravado,
Spent many a Crusado,
In setting forthe an Armado

England to invado.
Imprinted at London for Toby Cooke. 1589. 410.


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