nted copy. Its proper place in Pearson's _Reprint_ of
Heywood is vol. iii. p. 67:--

Whether they be awake or sleepe,
With what greate Care ought Virgins keepe,
With what art and indevor,
The Jewell which they ought to pryse
Above the ritchest marchandise,--
And once lost lost for ever!

Virginity is a rare gem,
Rated above a diadem,
And was despised never:
'Tis that at which the most men ayme
And being gott they count their game
And once lost lost for ever.

Of the charming song "Haile beauteous _Dian_, Queene of Shades" the MS.
gives a far inferior version:--

Thou _Trivia_, dost alone excell,
In heaven when thou dost please to dwell
Cald _Cynthia, Proserpine_ in Hell:
But when thou theair art fyred
And takest thy bugle and thy bowe,
To chase on Earth the hart or doe,
Thee for _Diana_ all men knowe,
Who art mongst us admired:
_Pan_ and _Pomona_ boath rejoyce,
So swaynes and nimphes with pipe and voyce.

Off all chast vestalls thou art queene
Which are, which heretofore have been;
The fawnes and satyres cladd in greene
On earth wayte to attend thee;
And when that thou on huntinge goest,
In which thou art delighted moest,
They off their active swiftnes boast,
For which we all comend thee.
_Pan_ and _Pomona_ boath rejoyce,
So swaynes and nimphes with pipe and voyce.

We come now to a chronicle play (leaves 97-118), _Edmond Ironside: The
English King_. This piece had a second title--_A trew Chronicle History
called War hath made all friends_. It must be confessed that this old
play is a tedious business, sadly wanting in life and movement. The
following extract will give a taste of the author's quality:--

_Enter Canutus, Edricus with other Lords and souldiers_.

_Canutus_. A plague upon you all for arrant cowards!
Looke how a dunghill cocke not rightly bred
Doth come into the pitt with greater grace,
Brislinge his feathers, settinge upp his plumes,
Clappinge his winges and crowinge lowder out
Then doth a cocke of game that meanes to fight;
Yett after, when he feeles the spurres to pricke,
Crakes like a Craven and bewrayes himself:
Even soe my bigbond _Daines_, adrest to fight
As though they meant to scale the Cope of heaven,
(And like the Giants graple with the gods)
At