as the Greekes, have the kingdom of oure owne language, and measure our accentes by the sounde, reserving the quantitie to the verse? . . . I would hartily wish you would either send me the rules or precepts of arte which you observe in quantities; or else follow mine that Mr. Philip Sidney gave me, being the very same which Mr. Drant devised, but enlarged with Mr. Sidney's own judgement, and augmented with my observations, that we might both accorde and agree in one, leaste we overthrowe one another and be overthrown of the rest.' He himself produced the following lines in accordance, as he fondly hoped, with the instructions of the new school:-- IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM. Unhappie verse! the witnesse of my unhappie state, [as indeed it was in a sense not meant] Make thy selfe fluttring winge of thy fast flying thought, And fly forth unto my love whersoever she be. Whether lying reastlesse in heavy bedde, or else Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerefull boorde, or else Playing alone carelesse on hir heavenlie virginals. If in bed, tell hir that my eyes can take no reste; If at boorde, tell hir that my mouth can eat no meete; If at hir virginals, tell her I can beare no mirth. Asked why? Waking love suffereth no sleepe; Say that raging love doth appall the weake stomacke, Say that lamenting love marreth the musicall. Tell hir that hir pleasures were wonte to lull me asleepe, Tell her that hir beauty was wonte to feede mine eyes, Tell hir that hir sweete tongue was wonte to make me mirth. Now doe I nightly waste, wanting my kindlie rest, Now doe I dayly starve, wanting my daily food, Now doe I always dye wanting my timely mirth. And if I waste who will bewaile my heavy chance? And if I starve, who will record my cursed end? And if I dye, who will saye, This was Immerito?