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nzas,--the other six do not belong to him. Give him also, painstaking man! due laudation for his version of the "Divine Du Bartas," of which formidable work anyone who has the courage to grapple with its six hundred and fifty-odd folio pages may know where to find a copy. But Sir Walter Raleigh,--heroic Sir Walter,--he is before me bodily, running his fingers along the sharp edge of the fatal axe, and calmly laying his noble head on the block. "The good Knight is dust, And his sword is rust"; but I want to feel that he left behind him, as the offspring of his great brain, one of the most impressive poems of his time,--ay, and indeed of any time. THE LYE. BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Goe, soule, the bodies guest, Upon a thanklesse arrant; Feare not to touche the best, The truth shall be thy warrant: Goe, since I needs must dye, And give the world the lye. Goe tell the court, it glowes And shines like rotten wood; Goe tell the church it showes What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lye. Tell potentates they live Acting by others actions: Not lov'd unlesse they give, Not strong but by their factions: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lye. Tell men of high condition, That rule affairs of state, Their purpose is ambition, Their practise only hate; And if they once reply, Then give them all the lye. 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, Spare not to give the lye. Tell zeale, 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 lye. Tell age, it daily wasteth; Tell honour, how it alters; Tell beauty, how she blasteth; Tell favour, how she falters; And as they shall reply, Give each of them the lye. Tell wit, how much it wrangles In tickle points of nicenesse; Tell wisedome, she entangles Herselfe in over-wisenesse: And if they do reply, Straight give them both the lye. Tell physicke of her boldnesse; Tell skill, it is pretension;
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