As, with the safety and honor of the laws, You favor truth, and me, in this man's cause! ANOTHER TO THE SAME. The judge his favor timely then extends, Such shall you hear to-day, and find great foes He does you wrong, that craves you to do right. AN EPIGRAM TO THE COUNSELLOR THAT PLEADED, AND CARRIED THE CAUSE. That I hereafter do not think the bar, The seat made of a more than civil war; Or the great hall of Westminster, the field Where mutual frauds are fought, and no side yield; That henceforth I believe nor books, nor men, -; 41 Who,'gainst the law weave calumnies, my. But first dost vex, and search it; if not sound, wound, And make the scar fair; if that will not be, Of books, of precedents, hast thou at hand! 41 This blank, I imagine, was to have been filled with the name of the counsellor who pleaded in the cause: it must be a word of one syllable, and answer in rhyme to men, the close of the preceding verse. From these particulars it is probable the person here meant was Anthony Benn, who succeeded the Solicitor Coventry in the ecordership of London.-W. And not being borrowed by thee, but pos sessed. So com'st thou like a chief into the court So brightly brandished, wound'st, defend'st, the while Thy adversaries fall, as not a word They had, but were a reed unto thy sword! AN EPIGRAM. TO THE SMALL-POX. 42 Envious and foul Disease, could there not be One beauty in an age, and free from thee? What did she worth thy spite? were there not store Of those that set by their false faces more Than this did by her true? she never sought Quarrel with nature, or in balance brought 42 The ravages of the small-pox on beautiful women, and persons of quality, supplied a prolific theme for the poets, who for the most part treated the subject in an extravagant spirit of hyperbole. Corbet, Cartwright, and Dryden may be particularly referred to for examples. - B. 43 Art her false servant; nor, for Sir Hugh Plat," Or Turner's oil of talc; not ever got Spanish receipt to make her teeth to rot. What was the cause then? thought'st thou, in disgrace Of beauty, so to nullify a face, That heaven should make no more? or should amiss Make all hereafter, hadst thou ruined this? AN EPITAPH. What beauty would have lovely styled, And, till the coming of the soul A SONG. LOVER. Come, let us here enjoy the shade, 48 A compiler of recipes for making cosmetics, oils, ointments, &c. One of his books is entitled Delights for Ladies to adorn their Persons, &c., 1628. — G. 44 The allusion is to the hot-houses. See ante, p. 8. Though envy oft his shadow be, None brooks the sunlight worse than he. MISTRESS. Where love doth shine, there needs no sun. Without which all the world were dark; ARBITER. A spark to set whole world afire, CHORUS. Such are his powers, whom time hath styled, Now swift, now slow, now tame, now wild; Now hot, now cold, now fierce, now mild; The eldest god, yet still a child. AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND. Sir, I am thankful, first to heaven for you; Next to yourself, for making your love true: Then to your love and gift. And all's but due. You have unto my store added a book, |