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Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid,
ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER, Who sickened at 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, And here, alas, hath laid him in the dirt ; Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down ; For he had, any time this ten years full, Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and The Bull. And surely Death could never have prevailid, Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd ; But lately finding him so long at home, And thinking now his journey's end was come, And that he had ta’en up his latest inn, In the kind office of a chamberlain, Show'd him his room, where he must lodge that night, Pullid off his boots, and took away the light. If any ask for him, it shall be said, “ Hobson has supp’d, and 's newly gone to bed."
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
Here lieth one, who did most truly prove
Hobson, the Cambridge carrier, died Jan. 1, 1630, while the plague was in London. + In Bishopsgate-street, London.
So hung his destiny, never to rot,
he sicken'd, Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; “Nay," quoth he, "on his swooning bed outstretch'd, If I mayn't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd ; But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers, For one carrier put down to make six bearers." Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right, He died for heaviness, that his cart went light; His leisure told him, that his time was come, And lack of load made his life hurdensome, That e'n to his last breath, there be that say it, As he were press'd to death, he cried, “More weight;" But had his doings lasted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the moon, he spent his date In course reciprocal, and had his fate Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas, Yet, strange to think, his wain was his increase : His letters are deliver'd all, and
gone, Only remains this superscription.
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE
And with stiff vows, renounced his Liturgy,
From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr'd,
To force our consciences, that Christ set free ; And ride us with a classic hierarchy, Taught ye by mere A. S.* and Rutherford ?t Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent,
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Must now be named and printed Heretics, By shallow Edwardst and Scotch what d'ye call :// But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Your plots and packing, worse than those of Trent;
That so the Parliament May, with their wholesome and preventive shears, Clip your phylacteries, though balk your ears,
And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Presbyter is but Old Priest, writ large.
* Adam Steuart, a Divine of the Church of Scotland.
+ Samuel Rutherford, one of the chief Commissioners of the Church of Scotland, and Professor of Divinity in the University of St. Andrew's.
| Thomas Edwards, minister, a pamphleteering opponent of Milton.
|| Perhaps Henderson, or Gillespie, Scotch divines
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,
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted, shall admire !
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they, [vow'd
My dank and dropping weeds,
FROM JEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH,* Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country
of LEOGECIA. Goddess of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep; On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest, thou bidst me seek, What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires. To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers
in a vision the same night. BRUTUS, far to the west, in th ocean wide, Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies, Seagirt it lies, where giants dwelt of old ;
*Hist. Brit. i. xi. “ Diva potens nemorum," &c.
Now void, it fits thy people : thither bend
FROM EURIPIDES. This is true liberty, when freeborn men, Having t' advise the public, may speak free; Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise . Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace; What can be juster in a state than this?
-Laughing, to teach the truth,