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And then with chaste discourse, as we return'd, Imp feathers to the broken wings of time :And all this I must part from.
Cont. You forget The haste upon us.
Giov. One word more, And then I come. And after this, when, with Continued innocence of love and service, I had grown ripe for hymeneal joys, Embracing you, but with a lawful flame, I might have been your husband.
Lid. Sir, I was, And ever am, your servant; but it was, And 'tis, far from me in a thought to cherish Such saucy hopes. If I had been the heir Of all the globes and sceptres mankind bows to, At my best you had deserved me ; as I am, Howe'er unworthy, in my virgin zeal I wish you, as a partner of your bed, A princess equal to you ; such a one That may make it the study of her life, With all the obedience of a wife, to please you. May you have happy issue, and I live To be their humblest handmaid !
Giov. I am dumb, And can make no reply.
Cont. Your excellence Will be benighted.
Giov. This kiss, bathed in tears, May learn you what I should say.
Pont. But wherefore lets he such a barbarous law, And men more barbarous to execute it, Prevail on his soft disposition, That he had rather die alive for debt Of the old man, in prison, than they should Rob bim of sepulture ; considering These monies borrow'd bought the lenders peace, And all the means they enjoy, nor were diffused In any impious or licentious path ?
Bean. True! formy part, wereit my father'strunk, The tyrannous ram-heads with their horns should
Pont. Alas ! he knows himself in poverty lost.
Mal. This morning is the funeral ?
Pont. Certainly. And from this prison,—'twas the son's request, That his dear father might interment have, See, the young son enter'd a lively grave !
Beau. They come :-observe their order. Solemn Music. Enter the Funeral Procession. The Coffin
borne by four, preceded by a Priest. Captains, Lieutenants, Ensigns, and Soldiers ; Mourners, Scutcheons, &c. and very good order. ROMONT and CHARALOIS, followed by the Gaolers and Officers, with Creditors, meet it.
Charal. How like a silent stream shaded with And gliding softly with our windy sighs, (night, Moves the whole frame of this solemnity! Tears, sighs, and blacks filling the simile; Whilst I, the only murmur in this grove Of death, thus hollowly break forth. Vouchsafe
(To the bearers. To stay awhile.- Rest, rest in peace,
dear earth! Thou that brought'st rest to their unthankful lives, Whose cruelty denied thee rest in death ! Here stands thy poor exécutor, thy son, That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death ; Who gladlier puts on this captivity, Than virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds. Of all that ever thou hast done good to, These only have good memories ; for they Remember best forget not gratitude. I thank you for this last and friendly love :
( To the Soldiers. And though this country, like a viperous mother, Not only hath eat up ungratefully All means of thee, her son, but last, thyself, Leaving thy heir so bare and indigent, He cannot raise thee a poor monument, Such as a flatterer or a usurer hath ; Thy worth, in every honest breast, builds one, Making their friendly hearts thy funeral stone.
FROM THE FATAL DOWRY*.
ACT II. SCENE I.
Enter PONTALIER, MALOTIN, and BEAUMONT.
Pont. In a man but young,
Mal. Come, 'tis a golden precedent in a son,
Beau. Twenty-eight :
* Mr. Gifford, in his edition of Massinger, has few doubts that it was written by Field.
Charal. Peace! Oh, peace! this scene is wholly That yet ne'er made his horse run from a foe. mine.
Lieutenant, thou this scarf ; and may it tie What! weep ye, soldiers ? blanch not.-Romont Thy valour and thy honesty together! weeps.
For so it did in him. Ensign, this cuirass, Ha ! let me see ! my miracle is eased,
Your general's necklace once. You, gentle bearers, The gaolers and the creditors do weep ;
Divide this purse of gold ; this other strew Even they that make us weep, do weep themselves. Among the poor; 'tis all I have. RomontBe these thy body's balm ! these and thy virtue Wear thou this medal of himself-that, like Keep thy fame ever odoriferous,
A hearty oak, grew'st close to this tall pine, Whilst the great, proud, rich, undeserving man,
Even in the wildest wilderness of war, (selves : Alive stinks in his vices, and being vanishid, Whereon foes broke their swords, and tired themThe golden calf, that was an idol deck'd
Wounded and hack'd ye were, but never felld. With marble pillars, jet, and porphyry,
For me, my portion provide in heaven !-
Trod under foot, that might have been a column Priest. On.
Mainly supporting our demolish'd house. Charal. One moment more,
This* would I wear as my inheritanceBut to bestow a few poor legacies,
And what hope can arise to me from it, All I have left in my dead father's rights,
When I and it are both here prisoners ! And I have done. Captain, wear thou these spurs,
* His father's sword.
SIR JOHN SUCKLING.
(Born, 1608. Died, 1641.)
SUCKLING, who gives levity its gayest expres on the equipment of a regiment for the king, sion, was the son of the comptroller of the house which was distinguished, however, only by its hold to Charles I. Langbaine tells us that finery and cowardice. A brother poet crowned he spoke Latin at five years of age ; but with his disgrace with a ludicrous song. The event is what correctness or fluency we are not informed. said to have affected him deeply with shame ; but His versatile mind certainly acquired many ac he did not live long to experience that most incomplishments, and filled a short life with many curable of the heart's diseases. Having learnt pursuits, for he was a traveller, a soldier,a lyricand that his servant had robbed him, he drew on his dramatic poet, and a musician. After serving a boots in great haste ; a rusty nailt, that was campaign under Gustavus Adolphus, he returned concealed in one of them, pierced his heel, and to England, was favoured by Charles I., and wrote produced a mortification, of which he died. His some pieces, which were exhibited for the amuse. poems, his five plays, together with his letters, ment of the court with sumptuous splendour. speeches, and tracts, have been collected into one When the civil wars broke out he expended 12007.* | volume.
When in he came (Dick) there she lay,
'Twas time, I trow, to part.
Good b’ye, with all my heart.
For had he left the women to't
Which were too much that night.
But just as heavens wou'd have to cross it,
The bridegroom eat in spite ;
At length the candle's out, and now
What that is, who can tell ?
With Bridget and with Nell !
(Born, 1610. Died, 1642.)
Sidney GoDoLPHIN, who is highly praised by Godolphin. He flourished and perished in the Lord Clarendon, was the brother of the treasurer
THE FOLLOWING LINES ARE FOUND IN MS. IN MR. MALONE'S COLLECTION.
'Tis affection but dissembled,
Or dissembled liberty,
With changes of thy mistress' eye,
Following her inconstancy.
May perhaps as soon expire
And disdain'd they may retire ;
But love is another fire.
If a fair resistless eye
Then thy hopes will never die,
'Tis not scorn that can remove thee,
For thou either wilt not see
Or will else consent that she
Judge not as she ought of thee.
Hope from what appears so fair,
Find contentment in despair,
Nor make love a trifling care.
Steps in all the paths of love,
Meeting scorn their hopes remove ;
(Born, 1611. Died, 1643.)
William CARTWRIGHT was the son of an inn was speedily released on bail. Early in the year keeper at Cirencester, who had been reduced to ' 1643 he was appointed junior proctor of his that situation by spending a good estate. He university, and also reader in metaphysics. The was a king's scholar at Westminster, and took latter office we may well suppose him to have orders at Oxford, where he became, says Wood, filled with ability, as, according to Lloyd's account, " a most florid and seraphic preacher.” Bishop! he studied at the rate of sixteen hours a day: Duppa, his intimate friend, appointed him suc but he survived his appointment to it for a very centor of the church of Salisbury in 1612. In short time, being carried off by a malignant the same year he was one of the council of war, fever, called the camp-disease, which was then or delegacy, appointed by the University of epidemical at Oxford. Cartwright died in his Oxford, for providing troops sent by the king to thirty-second year ; but he lived long enough to protect, or as the opposite party alleged, to earn the distinguishing praise of Ben Jonson, overawe the universities. His zeal in this ser- / who used to say of him, “My son, Cartwright, vice occasioned his being imprisoned by the
writes all like a man." parliamentary forces on their arrival ; but he
ON THE DEATH OF SIR BEVIL GRENVILLE,
Not to be wrought by malice, gain, or pride,
Where is that learned wretch that knows
Whether the sparrow's plumes, or dove's,
Quicken, or dull the head :
Fond that I am to ask! whoe'er
The flights of angels part
Say, louder fall than they.
A sudden fire of blushes shed
A subtle taking smile
When now th' incensed legions proudly came Down like a torrent without bank or dam:, When undeserved success urged on their force ; That thunder must come down to stop their course, Or Grenville must step in ; then Grenville stood, And with himself opposed, and check'd the flood. Conquest or death was all his thought. So fire Either o'ercomes, or doth itself expire: His courage work'd like flames, cast heat about, Here, there, on this, on that side, none gave out ; Not any pike in that renowned stand, But took new force from his inspiring hand : Soldier encouraged soldier, man urged man, And he urged all; so much example can; Hurt upon hurt, wound upon wound did call, He was the butt, the mark, the aim of all : His soul this while retired from cell to cell, At last few up from all, and then he fell. But the devoted stand enraged more From that his fate, plied hotter than before, And proud to fall with him, sworn not to yield, Each sought an honour'd grave, so gain'd the field. Thus he being fallen, his action fought anew : And the dead conquer'd, whiles the living slew.
This was not nature's courage, not that thing We valour call, which time and reason bring; But a diviner fury, fierce and high, Valour transported into ecstacy, Which angels, looking on us from above, Use to convey into the souls they love. You now that boast the spirit, and its sway, Show us his second, and we'll give the day : We know your politic axiom, lurk, or fly; Ye cannot conquer, 'cause you dare not die : And though you thank God that you lost none there, 'Cause they were such who lived not when they were; Yet your great general (who doth rise and fall, As his successes do, whom you dare call, As fame unto you doth reports dispense, Either a
or his excellence) Howe'er he reigns now by unheard-of laws, Could wish his fate together with his cause.
And thou (blest soul) whose clear compacted fame, As amber bodies keeps, preserves thy name, Whose life affords what doth content both eyes, Glory for people, substance for the wise, Go laden up with spoils, possess that seat To which the valiant, when they've done, retreat : And when thou seest an happy period sent To these distractions, and the storm quite spent, Look down and say, I have my share in all, Much good grew from my life, much from my fall
But as the feathers in the wing
So lights of flowing graces
Till that we make them darts; Themselves are only twigs and quills : We give them shape, and force for ills.
Beauty's our grief, but in the ore,
Those graces all were meant
We turn those lights to fires,