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Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER,
Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reason of the Plague.
HERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt,
15 sepulcher'd] So accented in Shakesp. Rape of Lucrece. May likewise be sepulcher'd in thy shade.'
1 Hobson] Seven Champions of Christendom, p. 50. 'Is Hobson there, or Dawson, or Tom Long?' Ellis's Lett. on Engl. History, 1st Ser. iii. 207. 'Our Hobson and the rest should have been forbidden.' Taylor's (W. Poet.) Works, fol. part ii. p. 188. Oh! quoth hee, I could have gone thither with my neighbour Hobson on foot, like foole as I and I might have rid backe upon my neighbour Jobson's mare, like an asse as I am.'
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,
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,
But though the cross doctors all stood hearers,
He had been an immortal carrier.
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
Unwonted shall admire!
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.
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
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 5 For aye, with temples vow'd, and virgin quires.
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
AH Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
THEN past he to a flow'ry mountain green, Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously: