TO HIS

BEST COUSIN, MRS. BARBARA LOke.

By Michael Cosowarth.

DEVOTED love to God, to man, to thee,

For hoped bliss, for kind, for kindred's sake,
Did first inflame the frozen heart of me,

That I this task too good should undertake.
But do thou take it kindly at my hands,

That I respect thy good in that I do,

Though kind and kindness too, two mighty bands,
Should me of duty have e'en held there'o.

But kind and kindness in this waning age

Are both abortive twins, both born to die;
And slain of self-love in a bitter rage,

With no remorse of dear affinity.

But never shall th' injurious worldlings say,
That I did kind or kindness cast away."

• Harl. MSS. 6906. It is prefixed to Cosowarth's MS. Version

of the Psalms.

ΤΟ

MY COUSIN, MICHAEL COSOWARTH.

By Richard Carew of Anthony.

THESE Psalms which from their native sense exil'd,

In soil of Barbarism long rov'd amiss,

COSWARTH calls home with high-tun'd voice of his, And for such dwellers doth meet palace build. Divine the author was, who them compil'd;

Divine the stuff, divine the fashion is;

a or divine for truth men serves to this;

Though on thy Muse to heaven up-mounted then,
Thy mind inspired scorn Fame's lower blast,
Yet will she blaze thy praises unto men
And less esteem'd, the more thee follow fast.
Myself of thee for these, of these for thee,
Of both for both's worth will a lover be."

■ Illegible.

↳ Harl. MSS. 6906. It is prefixed to Cosowarth's MS. Version of

the Psalms, of which a specimen will hereafter be given.

TO HIS

GOOD COUSIN, MR. MICHAEL COSOWARTH.

By Richard Carew of Anthony.

AND now I have, as 'twas thy kind desire,

Unkindly gentle censure of thy skill:

And with a rugged brow I did retire,

The love I love thee with, and will love still;

For Love is blind, and winks to see the ill,

When friends' perfections have a wandering got;

But I that love with truer faith did kill:

Faith sware I should that was amiss out-blot;
Faith sware I should, but Love sware I should not:
Thus Faith and Love each other daring bold,
When thy Muse saw, "be still," quoth she, "I wot
That to amend, which any other could."

And straight thy Muse herself did sweetly end it;
As all the world it cannot now amend it.a

a Harl. MSS. 6906. It is prefixed to Cosowarth's MS. Version of the Psalms, of which a specimen will hereafter be given.

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TO HIS

BEST COUSIN, MR. MICHAEL COSOWARTH.

By Henry Loke.

I

MUSE to see the modern wanton Muse

To glory in these borrowed fabling toys, Whilst they the Muse of Muses all abuse, Which fills the ear and heart with perfect joys. Such scan thy verse, but scant can scan aright

The height of thy conceit, or depth of skill:
In David zealous chaunts they not delight,
But, Micha like, perhaps controul thee will,
Some this impeachinga seek to smother thee,

That would no profit have but of their vein!
But like thyself might all men prophets be,
Say I, and with like merit honour gain,

Then some one grateful witness of thy praise
Would seek with lasting words thy fame to raise.

■ Query.

Harl. MSS. 6906. It is prefixed to Cosowarth's MS. Version of

the Psalms, of which a specimen will hereafter be given.

SONNET.

By H. Grey.*

FAIR crystal eye, remain still fierce and cruel!

Your wanton smiles charm, wound, and kill my heart.

Ah, no, smile still! my heart is of such fuel,

As burneth when your eyes their frowns impart!

Ah, mitigate but these fair shining rays,

So clear transparent that they dim my sight!

No: veil them not; for then my grief displays;

And Hope doth fail, when your eyes hide their light.
Sweet, cruel, mild, fierce, smiling, full with tears,
Love finds sufficient to increase my grief;

None giving hope, but all augmenting fears,
Briefly, all these do take away my life.

Sweet, hide yourself, lest your fair sight dismay me;
Nay; hide you not! your absence sure will slay me!"

A poet not recorded by Ritson.

a Harl. MSS. 6910, f. 152.