He wrote besides his Poems, the _Muses Looking-glass, Jealous Lovers_, and _Hey for Honesty, down with Knavery_, Comedies; _Amintas_, a Pastoral, and _Aristippus_, an Interlude. * * * * * Sir _JOHN BEAUMONT Baronet_. Sir _John Beaumont_ was one who Drank as deep Draughts of _Helicon_ as any of that Age; and though not many of his Works are Extant, yet those we have be such as are displayed on the Flags of highest Invention; and may justly Stile him to be one of the chief of those great Souls of Numbers. He wrote besides several other things, a Poem of _Bosworth Field_, and that so Ingeniously, as one thus writes of it. Could divine _Maro_, hear his Lofty Strain; He would condemn his Works to fire again. I shall only give you an Instance of some few lines of his out of the aforesaid Poem, and so conclude. Here Valiant _Oxford_, and Fierce _Norfolk_ meet; And with their Spears, each other rudely greet: About the Air the shined Pieces play, Then on their Swords their Noble Hand they lay. And _Norfolk_ first a Blow directly guides, To _Oxfords_ Head, which from his Helmet slides Upon his Arm, and biteing through the Steel, Inflicts a Wound, which _Vere_ disdains to feel. But lifts his Faulcheon with a threatning grace, And hews the Beaver off from _Howards_ Face, This being done, he with compassion charm'd, Retires asham'd to strike a Man disarm'd. But strait a deadly Shaft sent from a Bow, (Whose Master, though far off, the Duke could know: Untimely brought this combat to an end, And pierc'd the Brains of _Richards_ constant Friend. When _Oxford_ saw him Sink his Noble Soul, Was full of grief, which made him thus condole. _Farewel true Knight, to whom no costly Grave Can give due honour, would my Tears might save Those streams of Blood, deserving to be Spilt In better service, had not_ Richard's _guilt Such heavy weight upon his Fortune laid, Thy Glorious vertues had his Sins outweigh'd_. * * * * * _Dr. PHILEMON HOLLAND_. This worthy Doctor, though we find not many Verses of his own Composing, yet is deservedly placed amongst the Poets; for his numerous Translations of so many Authors: insomuch that he might be called the Translator General of his Age; So that those Books alone of his turning into English, are sufficient to make a Country Gentleman a Competent Library for Historians. He is thought to have his Birth in _Warwick-shire_, but more certain to have his Breeding in _Trinity Colledge_ in _Cambridge_; where he so Profited, that he became Doctor of Physick: and practised the same in _Coventry_ in his (if so it were) native Country. Here did he begin and finish the Translation of so many Authors, that considering their Voluminousness, a Man would think he had done nothing else; which made one thus to descant on him.