She doth instruct men by her gallant flight,
That they to knowledge so should tower upright,
And never stoop, but to strike ignorance;
Which if they miss, yet they should re-advance
To former height, and there in circle tarry,
Till they be sure to make the fool their quarry.
Now, in whose pleasures I have this discerned,
What would his serious actions me have learned?

and the following epigram are addressed, was a gentleman of great probity and virtue, and much respected by the men of genius in our author's age. There was great intimacy between him and Dr. Donne, whose letters to sir Henry Goodyere make up the greatest part of the collection published by the Doctor's son. WHAL.

Sir Henry had a fine seat at Polesworth, in Warwickshire, where Jonson, much to his satisfaction, appears to have passed some time with him.

"To the honour of this sir Henry," Camden says, "a knight memorable for his virtues, an affectionate friend of his made this tetrastich." There is certainly more affection than poetry in it:

"An Ill yeare of a Goodyere us bereft

Who, gone to God, much lack of him here left
Full of good gifts of body and of mind,
Wise, comely, learned, eloquent, and kind."

Remains, 341.

Sir Henry joined the band of wits who amused themselves with the simple vanity of Coryat. He was not much of a poet: and I give the following extract merely because it serves to illustrate a passage relating to the "trunk" in the Masque of Love Restored, vol. vii. p. 202.

"If any think Tom dull and heavy, know

The court and city's mirth cannot be so;

Who thinks him light, ask them who had the task,
To beare him in a tronke unto the maske.”

In the page just referred to, there is an omission that I now wish to supply. The old copy reads "which made me once think of a trunk, but that I would not imitate so catholic a coxcomb as Coryat, and make a case: uses." The last words appearing unintelligible, were thrown to the bottom of the page. I now think I see the author's meaning, and that the defect may be thus remedied: "I would not imitate so catholic a coxcomb as Coryat, and make a case (i. e. a pair) of asses."

LXXXVI.

TO THE SAME.

HEN I would know thee, Goodyere, my thought looks

Upon thy well-made choice of friends, and books;

Then do I love thee, and behold thy ends

In making thy friends books, and thy books friends: Now I must give thy life and deed, the voice Attending such a study, such a choice;

Where, though 't be love that to thy praise doth move, It was a knowledge that begat that love.

LXXXVII.

ON CAPTAIN HAZARD, THE CHEATER.2

OUCH'D with the sin of false play in his punk,
Hazard a month forswore his, and grew drunk,
Each night, to drown his cares; but when the

gain

Of what she had wrought came in, and waked his brain, Upon the accompt, hers grew the quicker trade: Since when he's sober again, and all play's made.

2 On captain Hazard, the cheater,] i. e. the gamester. The terms

That so much scarf of France, and hat, and feather,
And shoe, and tye, and garter, should come hither,
And land on one whose face durst never be
Toward the sea, farther than half-way tree?3
That he, untravell'd, should be French so much,
As Frenchmen in his company should seem Dutch?
Or had his father, when he did him get,

The French disease, with which he labours yet?
Or hung some Monsieur's picture on the wall,
By which his dam conceived him, clothes and all?
Or is it some French statue? no: 't doth move,
And stoop, and cringe. O then, it needs must prove
The new French tailor's motion, monthly made,
Daily to turn in Paul's, and help the trade.

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.

4 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,
That, Allen, I should pause to publish thee?
Who both their graces in thy self hast more
Out-stript, than they did all that went before:
And present worth in all dost so contract,
As others speak, but only thou dost act.
Wear this renown. 'Tis just, that who did give
So many poets life, by one should live.

XC.

ON MILL, MY LADY'S WOMAN.

HEN Mill first came to court, th' unprofiting.
fool,

Unworthy such a mistress, such a school,
Was dull, and long ere she would go to man:
At last, ease, appetite, and example wan
The nicer thing to taste her lady's page;
And, finding good security in his age,
Went on and proving him still day by day,
Discern'd no difference of his years, or play.

Not though that hair grew brown, which once was

amber,

And he, grown youth, was call'd to his lady's chamber; Still Mill continued: nay, his face growing worse, And he removed to gentleman of the horse,

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.

Mill was the sa, some one at Rimee's looks,
Blown up; and there he buys the names of books.
Hath got the stewrta, for the sundry ways
Longer a day, but and the several keys,
And it is hop'd, that; they've found the slight
First bearing him a cal.nions, piss, to write ;

close them and they know,

eace, how it will go XCI. den books they get,

TO SIR HORACE will talk yet:

eads they shake,

HICH of thy names I take, not omake:
A Roman sound, but Roman virtue wears,
Illustrious Vere, or Horace; fit to be

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

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.

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