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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,
Death was half glad when he had got

him down
For he had any time this ten years full,
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;
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

14 Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, Pullid off his boots, and took away

the light: If any

ask for him, it shall be said, Hobson has supt, and's newly gone to bed.




the gentlemen at once, without " which stood next to the stable

going from college to college to “ door; so that every customer “ borrow, as they have done since “ was alike well served according " the death of this worthy man: “ to his chance, and


horie I say, Mr. Hobson kept a stable “ ridden with the fame justice :

of forty good cattel, always “ from whence it became a pro"ready and fit for traveling; but “ verb, when what ought to be

when a man came for a horse,“ your election was forced upon “ he was led into the flable, where you, to say Hobson's choice. This " there was great choice, but he “ memorable man stands drawn in "obliged him to take the horse “ fresco at an inn (which he used)

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Another on the fame.
ERE 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

5 Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time: And like an engin mov'd with wheel and weight, His principles being ceas'd, he ended strait. 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. Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd,

15 Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd;


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« in Bishopsgate-ftreet, with an lifh Proverbs says that he raised “ hundred pound bag under his himself to a great eftate, and did “ arm, with this inscription upon much good in the town, relieving o the said bag,

the poor, and building a public

conduit in the market place. The • The fruitful mother of an hundred more.

infcription on the conduit is as fol

lows. “ Thomas Hobson, late Mr. Ray in his Collection of Eng- “ carrier between London and this


* town,


Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd,
If I mayn't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd,

though the cross doctors all stood hearers,
For one carrier put down to make fix bearers.
Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right,
He dy'd 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 ev'n to his last breath (there be that say't) 25
As he were press’d to death, he cry'd 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

30 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.


town, in his life time was at the « conduit for ever. Moreover at “ fole charge of erecting this " his death he gave sol. towards " fructure A. D. 1614. He de- “ the further beautifying the fame.”

parted this life January 1, 1630, I cannot fay much in commenda" and gave by will the rent of tion of these verses upon his death : " leven Lays of pasture-ground they abound with that sort of wit, “ lying in St. Thomas's Lays to which was then iņ request at Cam« wards the maintenance of this bridge. Vol. II.






ENCE loathed Melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn Mongst horrid shapes, and fhrieks, and fights unholy,


* This and the following poem “ jolly pastimes that will fetch the are exquisitely beautiful in them- "

day about from sun to sun, and selves, but appear much more beau- “ rock the tedious year as in a tiful, when they are confidered, as delightful dream." Vol. 1. p.1542 they were written, in contrast to 155. Edit. 1738. each other. There is a great va- 1. Hence loathed Melancholy, &c.] riety of pleasing images in each The beginning of this poem is of them; and it is remarkable, somewhat like the beginning of that the poet represents several of Kal. Decembres Saturnales of Stathe same objects as exciting both tius, Sylvarum Lib. I. mirth and melancholy, and affect

Et Phæbus pater, & fevera Pallas, ing us differently according to the different dispositions and affections

Et Mufæ procul ite feriatæ : of the foul. This is nature and

Jani vos revocabimus Kalendis.

Saturnus mihi compede exoluta, experience. He derives the title of both poems from the Italian,

Et multo gravidus mero De

cember, which language was then principally in vogue. L'Allegro is the

Et ridens jocus, et sales protervis chearful merry man; and in this

Adfint, dum refero diem beatam

Läti Cæsaris, ebriamque partem. poem he describes the courfe of mirth in the country and in the 2. Of Cerberus and blackeft Midcity from morning till noon, and night born,] The poet in makfrom noon till night: and possibly ing Melancholy the daughter of Cer. he might have this in his thoughts, berus might perhaps inrend to inflwhen he said afterwards in his nuate, that the has something of Areopagitica " there be de- the cynic

, as well as fomething " lights, there be recreations and mon frous and unnatural, in her


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