And those, that cannot live from him asunder, And Peace shall lull him in her flowery lap; What power, what force, what mighty spell, if not Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot?" The next Quantity and Quality spake in prose i then Relation was called by his name. RIVERS, arise; whether thou be the son Or rocky Avon, or of sedgy Lee, Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee; Or Humber loud, that keeps the Scythian's name; Or Medway smooth, or royal-tower'd Thame. [The rest was prose.] AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATICK POET, W.SHAKSPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakspeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointed pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a live-long monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow endeavouring art, 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, And thinking now his journey's end was come, In the kind office of a chamberlin Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light: If any ask for him, it shall be sed, "Hobson has supt, and's newly gone to bed." Another, on the same. HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove While he might still jog on and keep his trot, Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime Too long vacation hasten'd on his term. 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.” |