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For every drislinge mist;
Then took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for to write,
life, Could well be known to live in love without discórd and
strife: Then kissed she her little babe, and sware by God above, “ The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love." “ I marvel much, pardie,” quoth she, “ for to behold the
rout, To see man, woman, boy, and beast, to toss the world about Some kneel, some crouch, some beck, some check, and some
can smoothly smile, And some embrace others in arms, and there think many a
wile. Some stand aloof at cap and knee, some humble, and some
stout, Yet are they never friends indeed until they once fall out.” Thus ended she her song, and said, before she did remove : “The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love."
This unfortunate, though distinguished statesman, warrior, scholar, and poet, was born in 1552 in Devonshire. After serving in the army in various parts of the world with distinction, he prosecuted the discoveries in America, and settled a colony in that country, which he named Virginia. On his return to Europe he was knighted by Queen Elizabeth. During the Spanish invasion he acted a most prominent part, and seemed as if he were fast advancing to the summit of greatness, when by an intrigue at court he was dismissed in disgrace. He again rose to a high command, but again by base calumny he was charged with treason, and sent to the Tower, where he remained for twelve years. At last he was released, but without a pardon having been granted. His first act was to endeavour to plant a colony in Gulana, and obtained a patent under the great seal; but failing in his attempts on the Spanish settlements there, his crews became dispirited, and they returned home. To the eternal disgrace of James, he was sentenced on the old conviction to be beheaded, which was carried out on 29th October 1618 at Palace Yard. Some of Raleigh's poems have been lost, and little is known respecting those that have come down W UN
Upon a thankless errand ;
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie. Go, tell the court it glows,
And shines like rotten wood; Go, tell the church it shows What's good, and doth no good :
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live
Acting by others' action, Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie. Tell men of high condition
That rule affairs of state, Their purpose is ambition, Their practice only hate.
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending.
And if they make reply.
Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion,
Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust;
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteth,
Tell honour how it alters,
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon;
My bottle of salvation ;