That so much scarf of France, and hat, and feather, The French disease, with which he labours yet? LXXXIX. TO EDWARD ALLEN.1 F Rome so great, and in her wisest age, Fear'd not to boast the glories of her stage, As skilful Roscius, and grave Æsop, men, Yet crown'd with honours, as with riches, then; Who had no less a trumpet of their name, Than Cicero, whose every breath was fame: were synonymous in Jonson's age, and perhaps have been so in every age since. WHAL. 3 Farther than half-way tree.] In the way to Dover, in the poet's time, 'tis probable some remarkable tree might be standing in the road about half way thither. WHAL. To Edward Allen.] The fame of this celebrated actor yet lives in these verses of our author, and in those of his contemporary poets: but a more durable monument of his name and goodness, is existing in Dulwich-college, near London, of which he was the munificent and pious founder. WHAL. Two things may be collected from this excellent epigram, first, that Jonson had other acquaintance on the stage than Shakspeare, and secondly, that when he spoke of "some better natures among How can so great example die in me, XC. ON MILL, MY LADY'S WOMAN. HEN Mill first came to court, th' unprofiting Unworthy such a mistress, such a school, Not though that hair grew brown, which once was And he, grown youth, was call'd to his lady's chamber; the players, who had been drawn in to abuse him," he did not, as Messrs. Steevens and Malone are pleased to suggest, necessarily mean that great poet. Hurd has two or three pages of vapid pomposity, to prove that doctus, applied, by Horace, to Roscius, ought to be translated skilful, and not learned. Jonson, who had ten times Hurd's learning, without a tithe of his pedantry, had done it in one word. Of this, however, no notice is taken! The verse which Jonson had in view, is in the Epistle to Augustus : Quæ gravis Esopus, quæ doctus Roscius egit. 1 Mill was the same. Since, both his body and face XCI. TO SIR HORACE VERE,5 HICH of thy names I take, not only bears Sung by a Horace, or a Muse as free; Which thou art to thyself: whose fame was won In the eye of Europe, where thy deeds were done, When on thy trumpet she did sound a blast, Whose relish to eternity shall last. I leave thy acts, which should I prosecute Throughout, might flattery seem; and to be mute 5 To sir Horace Vere.] He was created lord Tilbury, and was the famous general in the Low Country wars in the reign of queen Elizabeth. Many of the nobility at that time served under him. WHAL. Sir Horace was grandson of John Vere, fifteenth earl of Oxford. He was a celebrated warrior, as well as his elder brother, sir Francis. Fuller, in his quaint but forcible manner, says, that "he had more meekness, and as much valour as his brother; so pious, that he first made his peace with God before he went out to war with man." Rowland Whyte (in a letter to the earl of Shrewsbury, dated Court, 7th Nov. 1607,) says, "sir Horacio Vere shall marry wthin these eight days, one Mrs. Hoby, a widdow, sister to sir John Tracey; a fine, comely, well graced gentelwoman." To this lady, who outlived sir Horace nearly forty years, the Parliament confided the care of the younger children of their unfortunate sovereign. They could not be in better hands, for she was "a person of excellent character." Sir Horace was created Lord Vere of Tilbury in 1625, being, as Fuller says, the first baron made by Charles I. 8 To any one, were envy; which would live Nor less in practice; but less mark'd, less known : As noble in great chiefs, as they are rare; And best become the valiant man to wear, Who more should seek men's reverence, than fear. XCII. THE NEW CRY. RE cherries ripe! and strawberries! be gone; Ripe statesmen, ripe! they grow in every street; At six and twenty, ripe. You shall them meet, And unto whom; they are the almanacks, For twelve years yet to come, what each state lacks. They carry in their pockets Tacitus, And the Gazetti, or Gallo-Belgicus; And talk reserv'd, lock'd up, and full of fear, Keep a Star-chamber sentence close twelve days, Are sure to con the catalogue by heart; Or every day, some one at Rimee's looks, To break up seals, and close them: and they know, XCIII. TO SIR JOHN RADCLIFFE. OW like a column, Radcliffe, left alone' For the great mark of virtue, those being gone Who did, alike with thee, thy house up-bear, Stand'st thou, to shew the times what you all were? 6 Some one at Rimee's looks, Or Bill's They all get Porta.] The two first were booksellers in that age: the last was the famous Neapolitan, Johannes Baptista Porta, who has a treatise extant in Latin, De furtivis literarum notis, vulgo de Ziferis, printed at Naples 1563. He died 1615. WHAL. 7 How like a column, Radcliffe, &c.] This epigram (a very admirable one) is addressed to the surviving brother of Margaret Radcliffe. (See Epig. xl.) It undoubtedly furnished Edwards with the model for his affecting sonnet, On a Family Picture, which |