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Tell her that's young,
that hadst thou sprung
Small is the worth
bid her come forth,
Then die! that she
may read in thee,
Life of Waller,
On the Lady who can sleep when Sighs,
4 To my young lady Lucy Sidney, q
The Story of Phoebus and Daphne,
4 To Phillis,
On my lady Isabella playing on To the mutable Fair,
5 To á Lady from whom he receive
On a Girdle,
An Apology for having loved be- Song. “Go, lovely Rose,” 1S
« Tis sung there is a valiant mamaluke
for person, parts, address, and beard." In Butler's Posthumous Works there is a ballri which tends to confirm this opinion. It is called A TALE OF THE COBLER AND VICAR OF BRAY. In Bedfordshire there dwelt a knight,
Sir Samuel by name; who by his feats in civil broils
obtained a mighty fame.
Nor was he much less wise than stout.
but fit in both respects
and to support the sects.
he would not cut his beard,
from kings and bishops clear!d. Which holy vow he firmly kept,
and most devoutly wore a grizzly meteor on his face,
till they were both no more.
of such exceeding worth,
or rhyncing bard set forth.
both sober and in liquor; witness the mental fray between
the Cobler and the Vicar.
After the restoration, Butler became secretary to Richard Earl of Carberry, Lord President of Wales, who appointed him steward of Ludlow Castle, when the court was revived there. About this time he married a Mrs. Herbert, a gentlewoman of good family, but her property was lost by her money being lent on bad security. In 1663, Butler appeared in a new character by the publication of the first part of his Hudibras, in 3 cantos. This production became soon known through the influence of that Mæcenas of litgature, Charles Lord Buckhurst, earl of Dorset and Middlesex, and the king and the entire royal party received it with enthusiastic applause. The next year the second part was published, and a third in 1678. He had promises of a good place from lord Clarendon, high chancellor of England, but they were never accomplished. It was highly reproachful to He did not,
the court, that Butler's loyalty and wit did not pro-
“ Now you must know, Sir Hudibras
by some that were with him too bold, No. 77.
if e'er you hope to gain your ends,
a poor reward for loyalty !" The integrity of Butler's life the acuteness of his wit, and easiness of his conversation
rendered his company highly acceptable; yet he was very delicate, as well as sparing in the choice of his acquaintance. Tho' he had done more, by the sarcastic powers of his muse, is exposing the fanatical supporters of republicanism, than all who shared the smiles of Charles, he was discouraged from writing more for the amusement of the public, and the poem remained unfinished. After having lived to a good old age, (Anthony Wood says 78, Mr. Longueville says 80,) he died the 25th of Septemper 1680, and was buried in Coventgarden Church-yard, at the expense of his friend Mr. Longueville of the Temple, who had in vain solicited a subscription for his interment in Westminster-abbey. Sixty years afterwards, the memory of the poet was rescued from sepulchral oblivion by a monument erected in that sacred pile by mr. Barber, a printer, and alderman of London.
Natus 1619 obiit Londini 1680.
Vir doctus impriniis, acer, integer;
nos carminis artifex egregius;
scelera liberrime exagitavit;
Ne cui vivo deerant ferè omnia
deesset etiam mortuo tumulus, hoc tandum posito marmore, curavit
Joannes Barber Civis Londinensis. 1721. Soon after the erection of this monument, Mr. Samu el Wesley wrote the following Epigram.