Wheresoe'er they have their being, From the candlesticks of Lothbury,* Meant for mirth, but is not it; Only time and ears out-wearing, 3 From a fiddle out of tune, As the cuckow is in June.] The dissonant note of the cuckow in this month, is thus alluded to by Shakspeare: "So when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckow is in June, Hen. IV. 4 From the candlesticks of Lothbury.] This expression will be best illustrated by a quotation from Stow's Survey of London. "The street of Lothbury is possessed (for the most part) by founders that cast candlesticks, chaffing-dishes, spice-mortars, and such like copper or laten works, and doe afterwards turne them with the foot, and not with the wheele, to make them smooth and bright with turning and scratching, making a lothsome noise to the by-passers, and therefore disdainedly called by them 'Lothburie," p. 287. Banbury has been already noticed as being chiefly inhabited by Puritans. From tobacco, with the type From a fishmonger's stale dwelling; A sow's baby in a dish ;3 From any portion of a swine, From bad venison, and worse wine; Though with mustard sauced and oil, Or from any gout's least grutching, Cho. Bless the Sovereign and his TOUCHING. In his sports, as in his senses; 5 A sow's baby in a dish.] "Three things to which James had a great dislike; and with which, he said, he would treat the Devil were he to invite him to a dinner, were a pig, a poll of ling with mustard, and a pipe of tobacco for digesture. Witty Apothegms delivered by James I. &c. 12mo. 1671. 6 Or a foul day.] There was nothing James bore so impatiently as this, whenever it interfered with his hunting. This was pretty nearly the case with those of his followers, who were much attached to the chase, I believe. The king sometimes relieved his ill humour by a sonnet: whether they tried the efficacy of a little poetry on themselves, is not said. Bless him, O bless him, heaven, and lend him long To be the sacred burden of all song; The acts and years of all our kings t' outgo; And while he's mortal, we not think him so. After which, ascending up, the Jackman sings. SONG I. Jack. The sports are done, yet do not let If things oppos'd must mixt appear, And speak a hymn to him, Where all your duties do of right belong, Captain. Glory of ours, and grace of all the earth; How well your figure doth become your birth! As if your form and fortune equal stood, And only virtue got above your blood. SONG 2. Jack. Virtue, his kingly virtue, which did merit 4 Gipsy. How right he doth confess him in his face, His brow, his eye, and ev'ry mark of state; As if he were the issue of each Grace, And bore about him both his fame and fate. SONG 3. Jack. Look, look, is he not fair, And fresh and fragrant too, As summer sky, or purged air, That were this morning blown. 4 Gip. Oh more! that more of him were known. 3 Gip. Look how the winds upon the waves grown tame, Take up For that contemn'd, both are neglected things. SONG 4. Jack. Good princes soar above their fame, Than in their name. Such, such the father is, Whom ev'ry title strives to kiss; Who on his royal grounds unto himself doth raise, The work to trouble fame, and to astonish praise. 4 Gip. Indeed he is not lord alone of all the state, But of the love of men, and of the empire's fate. The muses' arts, the schools, commerce, our honours, laws, And virtues hang on him, as on their working cause. 2 Gip. His hand-maid justice is. 3 Gip. Wisdom, his wife. 4 Gip. His mistress, mercy. 5 Gip. Temperance, his life. 2 Gip. His pages bounty and grace, which many prove. 3 Gip. His guards are magnanimity and love. SONG 5. Jack. Oh that we understood Our good! There's happiness indeed in blood, But how much more, In the same stream doth hit? As that grows high with years, so happiness with it. Capt. Love, love his fortune then, and virtues known, Who is the top of men, But makes the happiness our own; Since where the prince for goodness is renown'd, The subject with felicity is crown'd. At Burleigh, Bever, and now last at Windsor, |