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Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,

Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, 15
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Lady G. "Madans I and

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confess it to mud diminution to call your mind any part of England or of this world. since every part of your body deserves titles ofhigher difinty to prince would be with ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER, dhe that

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assured of so fair a tomb to preserve his memory

Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go
to London, by reason of the Plague. 1630 Jan.1
(1630) died

HERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt,
And here, alas, hath laid him in the dirt;
Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known, 5
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten years full,

15 sepulcher'd] So accented in Shakesp. Rape of Lucrece.
May likewise be sepulcher'd in thy shade.'

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1 Hobson] Seven Champions of Christendom, p. 50. 'Is
Hobson there, or Dawson, or Tom Long? Ellis's Lett. on

Engl. History, 1st Ser. iii. 207. Our Hobson and the rest
should have been forbidden.'

fol. part ii. p. 188.

Taylor's (W. Poet.) Works,
Oh! quoth hee, I could have gone

thither with my neighbour Hobson on foot, like a foole as I
and I might have rid backe upon my neighbour Joh-
son's mare, like an asse as I am,'

was,

Dodg'd with him betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
And surely death could never have prevail'd,
Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd; 10
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journey's end was come,
And that he had ta'en up his latest inn,

In the kind office of a chamberlin

Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night,
Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light:

If

any ask for him, it shall be said,

Hobson has supp'd, and's newly gone to bed.

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ANOTHER ON THE SAME.

HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
That he could never die while he could move;
So hung his destiny, never to rot

While he might still jog on and keep his trot,
Made of sphere-metal never to decay

Until his revolution was at stay.

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Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time:
And like an engine mov'd with wheel and weight,
His principles being ceas'd, he ended straight. 10
Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much breathing put him out of breath;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm

Too long vacation hasten'd on his term.

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Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd, Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd, If I mayn't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd,

But

vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers, For one carrier put down to make six bearers. 20 Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right, He died for heaviness, that his cart went light: His leisure told him that his time was come, And lack of load made his life burdensome, That even to his last breath (there be that say't) As he were press'd to death, he cried more weight; But had his doings lasted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the moon he spent his date In course reciprocal, and had his fate Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas,

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Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase: His letters are deliver'd all and gone,

Only remains this superscription.

THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.

WHAT slender youth bedew'd with liquid odours Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he
On faith and changed Gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire!

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable
Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful. Hapless they

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T'whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me, in my vow'd Picture, the sacred wall declares t' have hung My dank and dropping weeds

To the stern God of sea.

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Scraps from Phose Writings

GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.

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BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA.

GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rowling spheres, and thro' the deep; On thy third reign the earth look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest, thou bidd'st me seek, What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd, and virgin quires.

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To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a
vision the same night.

BRUTUS, far to the west, in th' ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old,
Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend
Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,

And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.

DANTE. f 19, 115

AH Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope receiv'd of thee.

DANTE.

FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy horn,
Impudent whore, where hast thou plac'd thy hope?
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.

ARIOSTO.

THEN past he to a flow'ry mountain green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously:

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