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XVI. An Epilogue for the King's House. ib.
XXV. Prologue to the University of Ox-
XL. An Epilogue.-You saw our wife
was chaste though throughly
XLI. Prologue to the Husband his own
XLII, Prologue to the Pilgrim. Revived
for our Author's Benefit, anno
XLIII. Epilogue to the same...............
Edwund Waller was born on the third of March, 1605, at Colshill in Hertfordshire. His father was Robert Waller, esquire, of Agmondesham in Buckinghamshire, whose family was originally a branch of the Kentish Wallers; and his mother was the daughter of John Hampden, of Hampden in the same county, and sister to Hampden, the zealot of rebellion.
His father died while he was yet an infant, but left him a yearly income of three thousand five hundred pounds; which, rating together the value of money and the customs of life, we may reckon more than equivalent to ten thousand at the present time.
He was educated, by the care of his mother, at Eaton; and removed afterward to King's College in Cambridge. He was sent to parliament in bis eighteenth, if not in bis sateenth year, and frequented the court of James the First, where he heard a very remarkable conversation, which the writer of the Life prefixed to his Works, who seenis to have been well informed of facts, though he may sometimes err in chronology, has delivered as indubitably certain.
" He found Dr. Andrews, bishop of Winchester, and Dr. Neale, bishop of Durham, staneling behind his majesty's chair; and there happened something extraordinary," continues this writer, “ in the conversation those prelates had with the king, ou which Mr. Waller did often reflect. His majesty asked the bishops, ‘My lords, cannot I take my subjects' money when I want it, without all this formality of parliament?' The bishop of Durham readily answered, “God forbid, sir, but you should: you are the breath of our nostrils. Whereupon the king turned, and said to the bishop of Winchester
, “Well, my lord, what say you?'—'Sir,' replied the bishop, “I have no skill to judge of parliamentary cases.' The king answered, “No put-offs, my lord; answer me presently.'—' Then, sir,' said he, ' I think it is lawful for you to take my brother Neale's money; for he offers it.' Mr. Waller said, the company was pleased witla this answer, and the wit of it seemed to affect the king; for, a certain lord coming in soon after, his majesty cried out, • Oh, my lord, they say you lig with my lady.'—No,
says his lordship in corfusion ; ' but I like her company, because she has so much wit.'—"Why then,' says the king, do you not lig with my lord of Winchester there?'”
Waller's political and poetical life began nearly together. In his eighteenth year he Wrote the poem, that appears first in his works, on the Prince's Escape at St. Andero : a piece which justifies the observation made by one of his editors, that he attained, by a felicity like instinct, a style, which perhaps will never be obsolete; and that, “ were We to judge only by the wording, we could not know what was wrote at twenty, and mbat at fourscore." His versification was, in his first essay, such as it appears in liis