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Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
Sonne & Lady G.
not come out
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
assured of so fair a tomb to preserve his memory
Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go
HERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt,
15 sepulcher'd] So accented in Shakesp. Rape of Lucrece.
1 Hobson] Seven Champions of Christendom, p. 50. 'Is
Engl. History, 1st Ser. iii. 207. Our Hobson and the rest
fol. part ii. p. 188.
Taylor's (W. Poet.) Works,
thither with my neighbour Hobson on foot, like a foole as I
Dodg'd with him betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
In the kind office of a chamberlin
Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night,
any ask for him, it shall be said,
Hobson has supp'd, and's newly gone to bed.
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
While he might still jog on and keep his trot,
Until his revolution was at stay.
Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
Too long vacation hasten'd on his term.
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,
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,
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
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Unmindful. Hapless they
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.
Scraps from Phose Writings
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
ebfices enfile wild trommal. A pack
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.
2 rowling spheres] Tickell and Fenton read lowring spheres.'
To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a
BRUTUS, far to the west, in th' ocean wide,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
DANTE. f 19, 115
AH Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
THEN past he to a flow'ry mountain green,