_Stay long (sweet spirit) ere thou to Heauen depart, Which mak'st each place a heauen wherein thou art._ Her Maiestie's least and vnworthiest Subiect[60] IOHN DAVIES.[61] [Footnote 55: Spreds in 1st edn. G.] [Footnote 56: Thomas Davies, as before, misprints 'thro.' G.] [Footnote 57: Bp. Hacket writes 'Deus' against 'Spirit': but perhaps the Queen only was (flatteringly) intended, as her poetic name of Cynthia would seem to indicate. This word 'Spirit' is misprinted by Thomas Davies and by Southey and usually, 'spring'. G.] [Footnote 58: Misprinted by Davies and Southey, as before, 'join'd'. G.] [Footnote 59: Davies and Southey misread 'And influence of such celestial kind' which I find supported by none of the author's own texts. G.] [Footnote 60: Davies and Southey, as before, misread 'Her Maiesty's Devoted Subject and Servant' from Tate (1697). See our Memorial-Introduction. G.] [Footnote 61: In 1599 edition 'Dauies,' and in 1608 edition 'Davis' and also in its title-page: in 1622 edition, as above. G. [asterism]: TATE, and after him THOMAS DAVIES, dates this Dedication 'July 11th, 1592.' It is possible that the 'Poem' was then in manuscript: but it was not printed or published until 1599, and there is no date to the Dedication either in that edition or in those of 1602, 1608 or 1622. G.] II. ANOTHER DEDICATION OF A GIFT-COPY (IN MS.) IN THE POSSESSION OF HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND, AT ALNWICK CASTLE.[62] [Footnote 62: On this MS. of Nosce Teipsum see our Preface. G.] _To the right noble, valorous, and learned Prince Henry, Earle of Northumberland_: The strongest and the noblest argument To proue the soule immortall, rests in this: That in no mortall thing it finds content, But seekes an object that æternall is. If any soule hath this immortall signe, (As every soule doth show it, more or lesse), It is your spirit, heröick and diuine; Which this true noate most liuely doth expresse; For being a prince, and hauing princely blood, The noblest of all Europe in your vaines; Having youth, wealth, pleasure, and every good, Which all the world doth seek, with endlesse paynes. Yet can you never fixe y^{r} thoughts on these, These cannot with your heavenly mind agree; These momentary objects cannot please, Your wingèd spirit, which more aloft doth flee. It only longs to learne and know the truth, The truth of every thing, which never dies; The nectar which præserves the soule in youth; The manna which doth minds immortalize. These noble studdies, more ennoble you, And bring more honor to your race and name Than Hotspur's fier, which did the Scots subdew, Then Brabant's scion, or great Charles his name.