At six months end she parted hence Whose soul heaven's Queen, whose name she bears,5 Hath placed amongst her virgin-train : XXIII. TO JOHN DONNE.6 ONNE, the delight of Phœbus and each Muse, Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every work, of thy most early wit, Came forth example, and remains so, yet : Longer a knowing than most wits do live, And which no affection praise enough can give! To it, thy language, letters, arts, best life, Which might with half mankind maintain a strife; marks of a puritan, which Gamester was now become. The word was the cant phrase for the Scripture, which was profanely applied to every incident of life. This is an epigram of all times. 5 Whose soul heaven's Queen, whose name she bears,] i. e. the virgin Mary; this seems to have been written, when our poet was a convert to the church of Rome. WHAL. There is both pathos and beauty in this little piece: Jonson appears to have been a most kind and affectionate parent, and if, as Fuller says, he did not always meet with an equal return of duty and love, those who denied it to him have the greater sin. It is here the proper place to observe that our poet is by far the best writer of epitaphs that this country ever possessed. 6 John Donne.] The celebrated Dean of St. Paul's. His character is excellently given in this affectionate memorial of his virtues; indeed, no one knew him better, or valued him more justly than Jonson. The domestic life of this eminent man is admirably written by Izaak Walton; and a severe, though not unjust, estimate of his poetical merits will be found in Dr. Johnson's Life of Cowley. All which I meant to praise, and yet I would; HILE Beast instructs his fair and innocent wife, In the past pleasures of his sensual life, And how his Ganymede mov'd, and how his goat, XXVI. ON THE SAME. HAN his chaste wife though Beast now know no more, He adulters still his thoughts lie with a whore. XXVII. ON SIR JOHN ROE." N place of scutcheons that should deck thy herse, Take better ornaments, my tears and verse. To heaven; his hath: O happy state! wherein XXVIII. ON DON SURLY. ON Surly, to aspire the glorious name Of a great man, and to be thought the same, Makes serious use of all great trade he knows. He speaks to men with a rhinocerote's nose, Which he thinks great; and so reads verses too: And that is done, as he saw great men do. 8 7 On sir John Roe.] Probably the son of sir Thomas Roe, knt., an eminent merchant of London, who after passing with distinguished credit through every municipal honour, died full of years and good works about 1570. This worthy citizen, whose charity was directed by his piety to the most useful purposes, left four sons, who appear to have trod in the footsteps of their father. 8 He speaks to men with a rhinocerote's nose,] i. e. I believe, with a nose elate, or curled up into a kind of sneer, scornfully, contemptuously. This, at least, is the meaning of the expression in Martial's lively address to his book: Nescis, heu nescis domina fastidia Roma, lib. i. 4. He has tympanies of business in his face, Both which are great and laugh at ill-made clothes; XXIX. TO SIR ANNUAL TILTER. ILTER, the most may admire thee, though And thou, right guiltless, may'st plead to it, For thy late sharp device. I say 'tis fit All brains, at times of triumph, should run wit: Why, so is thine. 9 That breathes in his dog's way.] "Breathes (Whalley says) is intended to express what Shakspeare means when he describes such as 'breathe in their watering.' There is no end to this non sense, since Steevens first set it abroach. I have already relieved Shakspeare from the obloquy of so filthy a meaning (vol. ii. p. 32,) and to take away every possible plea for its being charged upon him again, I will now add the following decisive passage. The words of Shakspeare are: "They call drinking deep dying scarlet, and when you breathe in your watering," (stop to take breath in your XXX. TO PERSON GUILTY. UILTY, be wise; and though thou know'st the crimes Be thine, I tax, yet do not own my rhymes : 'Twere madness in thee, to betray thy fame, And person to the world, ere I thy name. B XXXI. ON BANKS THE USURER. ANKS feels no lameness of his knotty gout, And though the soundest legs go every day, He toils to be at hell, as soon as they. XXXII. ON SIR JOHN ROE.' HAT two brave perils of the private sword What not the envy of the seas reach'd to, draught,)" they cry hem and bid you play it off." The parallel follows: passage "Fill Will his beaker, he will never flinch 1 Jonson appears to have sincerely loved and lamented this ex |