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When out came the book which the news-monger | But, alas ! he had been feasted
From the preaching ladies letter, (took With a spiritual collation, Where, in the first place, stood the Conqueror's By our frugal mayor, Which made it show much the better. [face,
Who can dine on a prayer,
And sup on an exhortation.
'Twas mere impulse of spirit,
“Filly foal," quoth he,
“ My bride thou shalt be, And now came the post, save all that was lost, And how this is lawful, learn all.
But alas, we are past deceiving
“ For if no respect of persons Night amount to a new Thanksgiving.
Be due 'mongst sons of Adam,
In a large extent,
Thereby may be meant
Then without more ceremony,
Not bonnet vail'd, nor kiss'd her, Now shut up shops, and spend your last drops,
But took her by force,
For better for worse,
And us'd her like a sister.
A saint will needs be riding,
Though we dare not say
'Tis a failing away, NEWS FROM COLCHESTER:
May there be not some back-sliding? Or, A proper New Ballad of certain Carnal Pas- “No surely," quoth James Naylor,
" 'Twas but an insurrection sages betwixt a Quaker and a Colt, at Horsly,
Of the carnal part, near Colchester, in Essex.
For a Quaker in heart
Can never lose perfection.
Even to our whole profession
When 'tis talk'd with disdain,
Amongst the profane,
Yet when did they hear
That a damn'd cavalier
Hadst thou sweeten'd thy gums
With pottage of plums,
Then fullness of gut
Rome, that spiritual Sodom,
O Colchester, now
Who's Sodom but thou,
3 The Jesuits.
Come, I say, thon powerful god,
But what in them is want of art or voice, And thy leaden charming rod,
In thee is either modesty or choice. Dipt in the Letbé:n lake,
While this great piece, restor'd by thee, doth O'er his waketui temples shake,
stand Lest he should sleep, and never wake.
Free from the blemish of an artless hand,
Secure of fame, thou justly dost esteem Nature (alas !) why art thou so
Less honour to create, than to redeem. Obliged to thy greatest foe?
Nor ought a genius less than his that writ, Sleep that is thy best repast,
Attempt translation ; for transplanted wit, Yet of death it bears a taste,
All the defects of air and soil doth share,
And colder brains like colder climates are ;
That servile path thou nobly dost decline MR. JOHN FLETCHER'S WORKS. Of tracing word by word, and line by line.
Those are the labour'd births of slavish brains, So shall we joy, when all whom beasts and worms Not the effect of poetry, but pains ; Have turu'd io their own substances and forms: Cheap vulgar arts, whose narrowness affords Whom earth to earth, or fire hath chang'd to No flight for thoughts, but poorly sticks at fire,
words. We shall behold more than at first entire ; A new and nobler way thou dost pursue As now we do, to see all thine thy own
To make translations and translators too. In this my Muse's resurrection,
They but preserve the ashes, thou the flame, Whose scatter'd parts from thy own race, mure True to his sense, but truer to his fame. wounds
Fording bis current, where thou find'st it low, Hath suffer'd, than Acteon from his hounds; Let'st in thine awn to make it rise and flow; Which first their brains, and then their belly Wisely restoring whatsoever grace fed,
It lost by change of times, or tongues, or place. And from their excrements new poets bred. Nor fetter'd to his numbers and his times, But now thy Musé enraged, from her urn, Betray'st his music to unbappy rhymes. Like ghosts of murderd bodies, does return Nor are the nerves of his compacted strength T'accuse the murderers, to right the stage, Stretch'd and dissolv'd into unsinew'd length: And undeceive the long-abused age,
Yet after all, (lest we should think it thine) Which casts thy praise on them, to whom thy Thy spirit to his circle cost confine. wit
New names, new dressings, and the modern cast, Gives not more gold than they give dross to it: Some scenes, some persons alter'd, and outWho, not content, like felons, to purloin,
[known Add treason to it, and debase the coin.
The world, it were thy work: for we have But whither am I stray'd ? I need not raise Some thank'd and prais'd for what was less their Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built,
That master's hand which to the life can trace Nor need thy juster title the foul guilt
The airs, the lines, and features of the face,
SIR JOHN POOLEY
MR. THOMAS KILLIGREW.
Most queremoniously confessing,
That I of late have been compressing. TO SIR RICHARD FANSHAW,
Destitute of my wonted gravity,
In a contagious concavity.
Making efforts with all my puissance, Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate,
For some venereal rejouissance, That few but such as cannot write, translate.
I got (as once may say) a nuysance,
UPON HIS TRANSLATION OF
Kil. Come leave this fooling, cousin Pooley, Two kings like Saul, much taller than the rest, And in plain English tell us truly
Their equal armies draw into the field : Why under th' cyes you look so bluely? Till one take th' other prisoner they contest;
Courage and fortune must to conduct yield.
From thence to busy Europeans sent,
Yet some that fled from Troy to Rome report,
Penthesilea Priam did oblige ;
Her Amazons, his Trojans taught this sport,
To pass the tedious hours of ten years' siege. Pool. Without more preface or formality,
There she presents herself, whilst kings and A female of malignant quality
peers Set fire on label of mortality.
Look gravely on whilst fierce Bellona fights ;
Yet maiden modesty her motion steers,
Nor rudely skips o'er bishops' heads like
You have been an old fornicator,
Having at large declar'd Jove's embassy,
Cyllenius from Æneas straight doth fy :
He loth to disobey the god's command,
Nor willing to forsake this pleasant land,
Asham'd the kind Eliza to deceive,
But more afraid to take a solemn leave;
He many ways his labouring thoughts revolves,
But fear o'ercoming shame at last resolves Yet be of comfort, I shall send-a (Instructed by the god of thieves ) to steal Person of knowledge, who can mend-a Himself away, and his esca pe conceal. Disaster in your nether end-a
He calls his captains, bids them rig the fleet,
That at the port they privately should meet;
No art a watchful lover can surprise.
She the first motion finds; love though most Once in a pit, you did 'miscarry,'
Yet always to itself seems unsecure. (sure, That danger might have made one wary That wicked faine which their first love proThis pit is deeper than the quarry.
claim'd, Pool. Give me not such disconsolation,
Foretells the end ; the queen with rage inflam'd Having now cur'd my inflammation,
Thus greets him: “Thou dissembler, would'st thou To ulcerate my reputation.
Out of my arms by stealth perfidiously? (fly
Could not the hand I plighted, nor the love,
And in the depth of winter, in the night,
To plow the raging seas to coasts unknown, And I will rub my mater pia,
The kingdom thou pretend'st to, not thy own ! To find a rhyme to gonorrheia,
Were Troy restor'd thou should'st mistrust a And put it in my Litania.
wind False as thy vows, and as thy heart unkind.
Fly'st thou froin me? By these dear drops of AN OCCASIONAL IMITATION
By our espousals, by our marr nge-bed,
If all my kindness aught have merited;
If ever I stood fair in thy esteem, Where Æthiop's swarthy bird did build her
From ruin me and my lost house redeem. Inlaid it was with Lybian ivory,
Cannot my prayers a free acceptance find, Drawn from the jaws of Afric's prudent Nor my tears soften an obdurate mind ? beast.
My fame of chastity, by wbich the skies
I reach'd before, by thee extinguish'd dies. Hunting near Paris, he and his horse fell into a quarry.
OF A MODERN AUTHOR UPON THE
Into my horders now Iarbus falls,
I'll follow thee in funeral fames, when dead And my revengeful brother scales my walls; My ghost shall thee attend at board and bed, The wild Numidians will advantage take, And when the gods on thee their vengeance For thee both Tyre and Carthage me forsake.
show, Hadst thou before thy flight but left with me That welcome news shall comfort me below." A young Æneas, who, resembling thee,
This saying, from bis hated sight she fled, Might in my sight have sported, I had then Conducted by her damsels to her bed ; Not wholly lost, nor quite deserted been ; Yet restless she arose, and, looking out, By thee, no more my husband, but my guest, Beholds the fleet and hears the seamen shout, Betray'd to mischiefs, of which death's the | When great Æneas pass'd before the guard, least.”
To make a view how all things were prepard. With fixed looks he stands, and in his breast Ah, cruel Love, to what dost thou inforte By Jove's command, his struggling care sup- Poor mortal breasts ! Again she hath recourse prest.
To tears and prayers, again she feels the smart
Thus to her sister she herself apply'd ;
Therefore to me this last kind office do,
He trusts to thee the counsels of his mind, Try to her ancient splendour I would raise, Thou bis soft hours, and free access canst finds And where I first began, would end my days. Tell him I sent not to the Ilian coast But since the Lycian lots, and Delphic gou My feet to aid the Greeks; his father's ghost
. Have destin'd Italy for our abode;
I never did disturb; ask him to lend Since you proud Carthage (Aéd from Tyre) To this, the last request that I shall send, enjoy,
A gentle ear ; I wish that he may find Why should not Latium us receive from A happy passage, and a prosperous wind. Troy?
The contract I don't plearl, which he betray'd, As for my son, my father's angry ghost
Nor that his promis'd conguest be delay'd;
Till I forget to love, and learn to grieve; With the same message, whom I saw and Soine pause and respite only I require, heard;
Till with my tears I shall have quench'd my fire. We both are griev'd when you or I complain, If thy address can but obtain one day But much the more when all complaints are Or two, my death that service shall repay.” vain:
Thus she entreats; such messages with tears I call to witness all the gods, and thy
Condoling Anne to him, and from him, bears, Beloved head, the coast of Italy
But him no prayers, nor arguments can move; Against my will I seek.”
[eyes, The Fates resist, his ears are stopt by Jove. Whilst thus he speaks, she rolls her sparkling As when fierce northern b'asts froin th' Alps Surveys him round, and thus incens'd replies;
descend, « Thy mother was no goddess, nor thy stock From his firm roots with struggling guste to From Dardanus, but in some horrid rock, An aged sturdy oak, the rattling sound [rend Perfidious wretch, rough Caucasus tbee bred, Grows loud, with leaves and scatter'd arnis ube And with their milk Hyrcanian tigers fed. Is over-laid; yet he stands fixt, as high (ground Dissimulation I shall now forget,
As his proud head is rais'd towards the sky, And my reserves of rage in order set,
So low towards Hell his roots descend. With Could all my prayers and soft entreaties force
prayers Sigbs from his breast, or from h: look remorse. And tears the hero thus assail'd, great cares Where shall I first complain? can mighty Jove He smothers in his breast, yet keeps his post, Or Jono such impieties approve ?
All their addresses and their labour lost. The just Astræa sure is fled to Hell;
Then she deceives her sis er with a smile:
Thither our fatal marriage-bed convey ;
Than from Sichæus' death she did suspect,
And o'er the world her blushing rays did spread; Thou art a false impostor, and a fourbe ;
The queen beheld, as soon as day appear'd, Go, go, pursue thy kingdom through the main, The navy under sail, the haven clear'd; I hope, if Heaven her justice still retain, Thrice with her hand her naked breast she Thou shalt be wreck’d, or cast upon some rock,
knocks, Where thou the name of Dido shalt invoke: And from her forehead tears her golden locks
“O Jove," she cry'd," and shall he thus delude As loud as if her Carthage, or old Tyre
“ Did you for this, yourself and me beguile? That perjur'd race, then let us die with joy. For such an end did I ereet this pile? What if th event of war uncertain were?
Did you so much despise me, in this fate Nor death, nur danger, can the desperate fear. Myself with you not to associate? But, oh, too late! this thing I should have done, Yourself and me, alas! this fatal wound When first I plac'd the traitor on my throne, The senate, and the people, doth confound. Behold the faith of him who sav'd from fire P'll wash her wound with tears, and at her His honour'd household gods, his aged sire
death His pious shoulders from Troy's flames did bear; My lips from hers shall draw her parting Why did I not his carcase piece-meal tear,
breath." And cast it in the sea ? why not destroy Then with her vest the wound she wipes and All his companions, and beloved boy Ascanius; and his tender limbs have drest, Thrice with her arm the queen attempts to And made the father on the son to feast?
rise, Thou Sun, whose lustre all things here below But her strength failing, falls into a swound, Surveys; and Juno, conscious of my woe; Life's last efforts yet striving with her wound ; Revengeful Furies, and queen Hecate,
Thrice on her bed she turns, with wandering Receive and grant my prayer ? if he the sea
sight Must needs escape, and reach th’ Ausonian land, Seeking, she groans when she beholds the light If Jove decree it, Jove's decree must stand; Then Juno pitying her disastrous fate, When landed, may he be with arms opprest Sends Iris down, her pangs to mitigate. By his rebelling people, be distrest
(Since, if we fall before th' appointed day, By exile from his country, be divorc'd
Nature and Death continue long their fray.) From young Ascanius' sight, and be enforc'd Iris descends; “ This fatal lock (says she) To implore foreign aids, and lose his friends
To Pluto I bequeath, and set thee free;" By violent and undeserved ends !
Then clips her hair: cold numbness straight beWhen to conditions of unequal peace
reaves He shall submit, then may he not possess Iler corpse of sense, and th' air her soul reKingdom nor life, and find his funeral
Going this last summer to visit the Wells, I May from my bones a new Achilles rise,
took an occasion (by the way) to wait upon That shall infest the Trojan colonies
an ancient and honourable friend of mine, With fire, and sword, and famine, when at length whom I found diverting his (then solitary) reTime to our great attempts contributes strength; tirement with the Latin original of this transOur seas, our shores, our armies theirs oppose, lation, which (being out of print) I had never And may our children be for ever foes !”
seen before : when I looked upon it, I saw A ghastly paleness death's approach portends, that it had formerly passed through two learnThen trembling she the fatal pile ascends;
ed hands not without probation; which were Viewing the Trojan reliques, she umsheath'd Ben Johnson and Sir Keneim Digby; but Æneas' sword, not for that use bequeath'd; I found it (where I shall never find myself) Then on the guilty bed she gently lays
in the service of a better master, the earl of Herself, and softly thus lamenting prays:
Bristol, of whom I shall say no more ; for 1 " Dear reliques, whilst that Gods and Fates give love not to improve the honour of the living by leave,
impairing that of the dead; and my own Free me from care, and my glad soul receive. profession hath taught me not to erect new That date which Fortune gave, I now must end; superstructures upon an old ruin. He was And to the shades a noble ghost descend.
pleased to recommend it to me for my comSichæus' blood, by his false brother spilt,
panion at the Wells, where I liked the enterI have reveng'd, and a proud city built.
tainment it gave me so well, that I undertook Happy, alas; too happy I had liv'd,
to redeem it from an obsolete English disguise, Had not the 'Trojan on my coast arriv'd.
wherein an old monk bad clothed it, and to But shall I die without revenge? yet die
make as becoming a new vest for it as I could. Thus, thus with joy to thy Sichæus fly.
The author was a person of quality in Italy, his My conscious foe my funeral fire shall view name Mancini, which family matched since From sea, and may that omen him pursue !" with the sister of cardinal Mazarine; he was Her fainting hand let fall the sword besmear'd contemporary to Petrarch and Mantuan, and With blood, and then the mortal wound ap- not long before Torquato Tasso ; which shows pear'd;
that the age they lived in was not so unlearnThrough all the conrt the fright and clamours ed as that which preceded, or that wbich fol
lowed. Which the whole city fills with fears and cries The author wrote upon the four cardinal vir