x lines, four interwoven, and a
couplet in base, which the Italians call Sestine Coelica, containing
one hundred and nine sonnets of different measures. There are in
this volume two letters; the one to an honourable Lady, containing
directions how to behave in a married state; the other addressed to
his cousin Grevil Varney, then in France, containing Directions for
Travelling. His lordship has other pieces ascribed to him besides
those published under his name, The Life of Sir Philip Sidney, printed
at the beginning of the Arcadia. His Remains, or Poems of Monarchy and
Religion, printed in 8vo. London 1670. Philips and Winstanley ascribe
a play to him, called Marcus Tullius Cicero, but this is without
foundation, for that play was not written, at least not printed, 'till
long after his lordship's death. Having now given some account of his
works, I shall sum up his character in the words of Mrs. Cooper, in
her Muses Library, as it is not easy to do it to better advantage.

"I don't know (says she) whether a woman may
be acquitted for endeavouring to sum up a character
so various and important as his lordship's;
but if the attempt can be excused, I don't desire
to have it pass for a decisive sentence.
Perhaps few men that dealt in poetry had
more learning, or real wisdom than this nobleman,
and yet his stile is sometimes so dark
and mysterious, that one would imagine he
chose rather to conceal, than illustrate his meaning.
At other times his wit breaks out again
with an uncommon brightness, and shines, I'd
almost said, without an equal. It is the same
thing with his poetry, sometimes so harsh and
uncouth as if he had no ear for music, at others,
so smooth and harmonious as if he was
master of all its powers."

The piece from which I shall quote some lines, is entitled,

A TREATISE of HUMAN LEARNING.

The mind of man is this world's true dimension;
And knowledge is the measure of the minde:
And as the minde in her vast comprehension,
Contains more worlds than all the world can finde.
So knowledge doth itself farre more extend,
Than all the minds of men can comprehend.

A climbing height it is without a head,
Depth without bottome, way without an end,
A circle with no line invironed,
Not comprehended, all it comprehends;
Worth infinite, yet satisfies no minde,
'Till it that Infinite of the God-head finde.

[Footnote 1: Fuller's Worthies of Warwic