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They meet the fire, the test, as martyrs Would,

And though opinion stamp them not, are gold.

I could say more of such, but that I fly
To speak myself out too ambitiously,
And shewing so weak an act to vulgar eyes,
Put conscience and my right to compromise.
Let those that merely talk, and never think,
That live in the wild Anarchy of Drink,
Subject to quarrel only; or else such
As make it their proficiency how much
They've glutted in and letchered out that
week,

That never yet did friend or friendship seek,
But for a Sealing: let these men protest.
Or th' other on their borders, that will jest
On all souls that are absent; even the dead,
Like flies or worms which man's corrupt
parts fed:

That to speak well, think it above all sin, Of any company but that they are in, Called every night to supper in these fits, And are received for the Covey of Wits; That censure all the town and all the affairs,

And know whose ignorance is more than theirs :

Let these men have their ways, and take their times

To vent their libels and to issue rhymes,
I have no portion in them, nor their deal
Of news they get, to strew out the long
meal ;2

I study other friendships, and more one
Than these can ever be, or else wish none.
What is't to me whether the French de-
sign

Be, or be not, to get the Valteline?

Or the States' ships sent forth be like to

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So far without enquiry what the States, Brunsfield, and Mansfield, do this year, my fates

Shall carry me at call; and I'll be well, Though I do neither hear these news, nor tell

Of Spain or France; or were not pricked down one

Of the late mystery of reception;
Although my fame to his not under-hears,
That guides the motions, and directs the
bears.

But that's a blow by which in time I may Lose all my credit with my Christmas clay,

And animated porcelaine of the court;
Ay, and for this neglect, the coarser sort
Of earthen jars there, may molest me too:
Well, with mine own frail pitcher, what
to do

I have decreed; keep it from waves and press,

Lest it be justled, cracked, made nought or less.

Live to that point I will, for which I am

man,

And dwell as in my centre, as I can,
Still looking to, and ever loving heaven;
With reverence using all the gifts thence
given:

'Mongst which, if I have any friendships sent,

Such as are square, well-tagged, and permanent,

Not built with canvas, paper, and false lights,

As are the glorious scenes at the great sights:

And that there be no fevery heats nor colds.
Oily expansions, or shrunk dirty folds,
But all so clear, and led by Reason's flame,
As but to stumble in her sight were shame;
These I will honour, love, embrace, and
serve,

And free it from all question to preserve.
So short you read my character, and theirs
I would call mine, to which not many
stairs

Are asked to climb. First give me faith, who know

Myself a little; I will take you so,

As you have writ yourself: now stand, and then,

Sir, you are Sealed of the Tribe of BEN.

1 But for a sealing.] i.e. becoming sureties This is the town's honest man, described with for them, joining them in their bonds.

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Nor their deal

Of news they get, to strew out the long meal.]

such scorn and indignation in a former page. See Epig. cxv. p. 252 a.

LXVII.

THE DEDICATION OF THE KING'S NEW CELLAR TO BACCHUS.

Accessit fervor capiți, numerusque
lucernis.

Since, BACCHUS, thou art father
Of wines, to thee the rather
We dedicate this Cellar,

Where now thou art made dweller,
And seal thee thy commission :
But 'tis with a condition,
That thou remain here taster
Of all to the great master;
And look unto their faces,
Their qualities and races,
That both their odour take him,
And relish merry make him.

For, Bacchus, thou art freër
Of cares, and overseer
Of feast and merry meeting,
And still begin'st the greeting:
See then thou dost attend him,
Lyæus, and defend him,
By all the arts of gladness,
From any thought like sadness.
So mayst thou still be younger
Than Phoebus, and much stronger,
To give mankind their eases,
And cure the world's diseases !

So may the Muses follow
Thee still, and leave Apollo,
And think thy stream more quicker
Than Hippocrene's liquor:
And thou make many a poet,
Before his brain do know it!
So may there never quarrel
Have issue from the barrel,
But Venus and the Graces
Pursue thee in all places,
And not a song be other
Than Cupid and his Mother!

That when King James above here Shall feast it, thou mayst love there The causes and the guests too, And have thy tales and jests too, Thy circuits and thy rounds free, As shall the feast's fair grounds be. Be it he hold communion In great St. George's union; Or gratulates the passage Of some well wrought embassage,

1 And Charles brings home the lady.] This was written when the match with the Infanta of Spain was in agitation, and the prince was at the Spanish court.-WHAL.

This cellar was built by Inigo Jones. The

Whereby he may knit sure up
The wished peace of Europe:
Or else a health advances,
To put his court in dances,
And set us all on skipping,
When with his royal shipping,
The narrow seas are shady,
And Charles brings home the Lady.!

LXVIII.

AN EPIGRAM

ON THE COURT PUCELL.

Does the Court Pucell then so censure me, And thinks I dare not her? let the world see. What though her chamber be the very pit, Where fight the prime cocks of the game for wit;

And that as any are strook, her breath

creates

New in their stead, out of the candidates! What though with tribade lust she force a

muse,

And in an epicone fury can write news Equal with that which for the best news goes, As aëry, light, and as like wit as those! What though she talk, and can at once with them

Make state, religion, bawdry, all a theme; And as lip-thirsty, in each word's expense, Doth labour with the phrase more than the sense!

What though she ride two mile on holydays

To church, as others do to feasts and plays, To shew their tires, to view and to be viewed !

What though she be with velvet gowns

endued,

And spangled petticoats brought forth to th' eye,

As new rewards of her old secrecy ! What though she hath won on trust, as many do,

And that her truster fears her! must I too? I never stood for any place: my wit Thinks itself nought, though she should value it.

I am no Statesman, and much less Divine; For bawdry, 'tis her language, and not mine.

Farthest I am from the idolatry

To stuffs and laces; those my man can buy.

circumstance is worth mentioning, as it serves to corroborate what has been more than once asserted, that till the period of the appearance of Chloridia, no breach of friendship had taken place between him and our author.

And trust her I would least, that hath for

swore

In contract twice; what can she perjure more?

Indeed her dressing some man might delight,

Her face there's none can like by candle-
light:

Not he that should the body have, for case
To his poor instrument, now out of grace.
Shall I advise thee, Pucell? steal away
From Court, while yet thy fame hath some
small day;

The wits will leave you if they once per-
ceive

You cling to lords; and lords, if them you leave

For sermoneers: of which now one, now other,

They say you weekly invite with fits o' th' mother,

And practise for a miracle; take heed, This age will lend no faith to Darrel's deed ;1

Or if it would, the Court is the worst place Both for the mothers and the babes of grace;

For there the wicked in the chair of scorn, Will call't a bastard, when a prophet's born.2

LXIX.

AN EPIGRAM,

TO THE HONOURED COUNTESS OF***,
The wisdom, madam, of your private life,
Wherewith this while you live a widowed
wife,

And the right ways you take unto the right,
To conquer rumour, and triumph on spite ;
Not only shunning by your act to do
Aught that is ill, but the suspicion too,

Is of so brave example, as he were
No friend to virtue, could be silent here;
The rather when the vices of the time
Are grown so fruitful, and false pleasures
climb,

By all oblique degrees, that killing height
From whence they fall, cast down with
their own weight.

And though all praise bring nothing to your name,

Who (herein studying conscience, and not
fame)

Are in yourself rewarded; yet 'twill be
A cheerful work to all good eyes, to see
Among the daily ruins that fall foul
Of state, of fame, of body, and of soul,
So great a virtue stand upright to view,
As makes Penelope's old fable true,
Whilst your Ulysses hath ta'en leave to go,
Countries and climes, manners and men to
know.

Only your time you better entertain,
Than the great Homer's wit for her could
feign;

For you admit no company but good,
And when you want those friends, or near
in blood,

Or your allies, you make your books your
friends,

And study them unto the noblest ends,
Searching for knowledge, and to keep your

mind

The same it was inspired, rich, and refined.

These graces, when the rest of ladies

view,

Not boasted in your life, but practised true,
As they are hard for them to make their

own,

So are they profitable to be known:
For when they find so many meet in one,
It will be shame for them if they have
none.3

these impostures [vol. ii. p. 263 6]. The last couplet of this poem has a singular bearing on the juggle of Joanna Southcote.

This age will lend no faith to Darrel's deed.] Many impostures of possession by evil spirits were practised about this time by Roman Catholics to delude and make converts of the [Drummond reports, in the Conversations, vulgar. The boy of Bilson is a famous instance. Several others, amongst whom is this stolen out of his pocket by a gentleman who "That piece of the Pucelle of the Court was of Darrel, are mentioned in the Devil is an drank him drousie, and given Mrs. Boulstraid; Ass. Darrel was the author of a book printed which brought him great displeasure." Donne, in 4to, 1600, intituled, A true narration of the strange and grievous vexation by the devil, of in his Elegy on the death of this lady, speaks of seven persons in Lancashire, and William her as young, beautiful, and witty, and proof Sommers of Nottingham; as perhaps he was against the sins of youth.-F. C.] equally concerned in carrying on the imposture. This book was answered by Dr. Harsnet, afterwards Archbishop of York, in a piece intituled, A discovery of the fraudulent practices of John Darrel minister. WHAL.

See the Devil is an Ass for a fuller account of

3 This is an excellent little poem. There seems to have been no occasion for suppressing the lady's name. It would not be difficult to suggest a person whom the lines would fit; but the safer way, perhaps, is to follow the poet's executors. [Most probably the Countess of Rutland.-F. C.]

LXX.

ON LORD BACON'S BIRTH-DAY.

[22nd January, 1621.]

Hail, happy GENIUS of this ancient pile! How comes it all things so about thee smile ?

The fire, the wine, the men and in the midst

Thou stand'st as if some mystery thou
didst !

Pardon, I read it in thy face, the day
For whose returns, and many, all these
pray;

And so do I. This is the sixtieth year,
Since BACON, and thy Lord was born, and
here;

Son to the grave wise Keeper of the Seal,
Fame and foundation of the English weal.
What then his father was, that since is he,
Now with a title more to the degree;

England's high Chancellor: the destined heir,

In his soft cradle, to his father's chair: Whose even thread the Fates spin round and full,

Out of their choicest and their whitest wool. 'Tis a brave cause of joy, let it be known, For 'twere a narrow gladness, kept thine

own.

Give me a deep-crowned bowl, that I may sing,

In raising him, the wisdom of my King.

LXXI.

THE POET TO THE PAINTER.2
AN ANSWER.

Why, though I seem of a prodigious waist,
I am not so voluminous and vast,
But there are lines, wherewith I might be'
embraced.

1 Hail, happy Genius of this ancient pile ! that was only proper to himself, in that he How comes it all things so about thee smile? seemed to me ever by his work one of the When Lord Bacon was High Chancellor of Eng- greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, land, he procured from the king York House for that had been in many ages. In his adversity the place of his residence, for which he seems to ever prayed that God would give him strength, have had an affection, as being the place of his for greatness he could not want. Neither could Í birth, and where his father had lived all the condole, in a word or syllable for him; as knowtime he possessed the high office of Lord ing no accident could do harm to virtue, but Keeper of the Great Seal. Here, in the begin- rather help to make it manifest." This, with the ning of the year 1620-21, he kept his birthday commentators' leave, is a very pretty specimen with great splendour and magnificence, which of "old Ben's flattery of kings," and "hatred of gave occasion to the compliment expressed in all merit but his own!" [Gifford omits to state the short poem above. The verse indeed, like when this eulogium was published.-F. C.] most of Jonson's, is somewhat harsh, but there 2 The Poet to the Painter.] This is an anis much good sense, and a vein of poetry to re-swer," as Jonson calls it, to the following misecommend it to our notice. The reader will rable attempt at verse, by Sir William Burlase: observe the poem implies a very beautiful fiction; the poet starting, as it were, on his entering York House, at the sight of the Genius of the place performing some mystery, which he discovers from the gaiety of his look, and takes occasion from thence to form the congratulatory compliment.-WHAL.

Nothing is more remarkable in Jonson's character than the steadiness of his friendship. It is for this reason (for I can discover no other) that Steevens and Malone insist particularly on the fickleness of his attachments! When Jonson wrote this poem, Lord Bacon was in the full tide of prosperity; the year after, misfortune overtook him; and he continued in poverty, neglect, and disgrace till his death, which took place in 1627. Yet the poet did not change his language; nor allow himself to be checked by the unpopularity of the ex-Chancellor's name, or the dread of displeasing his sovereign and patron, from bearing that generous testimony to his talents and virtues which is inserted in his Discoveries, and which concludes with these words:-"My conceit of Lord Verulam's person was never increased by his place or honour: but I have, and do reverence him for the greatness

THE PAINTER TO THE POET.

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To paint thy worth, if rightly I did know it,
And were but painter half like thee, a poet:

BEN, I would shew it.

But in this skill my unskilful pen will tire,
Thou, and thy worth will still be found far
higher;
And I a liar.

Then, what a painter's here! or what an eater
Of great attempts! when as his skill's no greater,

And he a cheater?

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"Tis true, as my womb swells, so my back

stoops,

And the whole lump grows round, de

formed, and droops;

But yet the Tun at Heidelberg had hoops.
You were not tied by any painter's law
To square my circle, I confess, but draw
My superficies: that was all you saw.
Which if in compass of no art it came
To be described by a monogram,
With one great blot you had formed me as
I am.

But whilst you curious were to have it be
An archetype, for all the world to see,
You made it a brave piece, but not like me.

O, had I now your manner, mastery, might,
Your power of handling, shadow, air, and
spright,

How I would draw, and take hold and de-
light!

But you are he can paint, I can but write:
A poet hath no more but black and white,
Ne knows he flattering colours, or false
light.

Yet when of friendship I would draw the
face,

A lettered mind, and a large heart would place

To all posterity; I will write Burlase.

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of consequence to no mortal Surely the demon of Venbeen at Walpole's elbow, this sentence.-Royal and

1 Of this distinguished nobleman, the pride tery on what was and ornament of the British Peerage, a most but themselves. interesting account is given by Lord Clarendon, geance must have with whom he stood deservedly high. "No-when he penned body but Lord Orford (says Sir E. Brydges), Noble Authors. who could decry Sir Philip Sidney" (and Lord 2 Methought I read the ancient art of Thrace, Falkland), "would have traduced a man possessed of so many qualities to engage the esteem castle was the most accomplished horseman of And saw a centaur, &c.] The Earl of Newof mankind as the Duke of Newcastle: but Lord his time: his celebrated work on the method of Orford had a tendency to depreciate the loyal- managing horses, of which a magnificent edition ists." He had a tendency to depreciate what-in folio appeared some years ago, was not pubever was great and good. Dead to every gene- lished during the poet's life. rous feeling, selfish, greedy, and sneakingly ostentatious, Walpole, in the midst of a baby-house, surrounded with a collection of childish trumpery, had the audacity to speak in this manner of a man, who, after strenuously fulfilling every duty of life, as a patriot, a soldier, and a statist, retired to his paternal seat, where he lived in the practice of a magnificent hospitality, the friend of genius, the liberal patron of worth, employing the close of an active and honourable life in innocent and elegant pursuits which might benefit many and could injure none.

"What a picture of foolish nobility was this stately poetic couple (the duke and duchess), retired to their own little domain" (it was at least as extensive as Strawberry Hill) "and intoxicating one another with circumstantial flat

As I began to wish myself a horse.] This is probably an allusion to the very pretty incident with which Sir Philip Sidney so aptly opens his Defence of Poesy. Pietro Pugliana, he says, discoursed with such fertileness and spirit on the various merits of the animal, " that if I had not been a piece of a logician before I came to him, I think he would have persuaded me to have wished myself a horse."

4

Away with the Cæsarian bread! At these immortal mangers Virgil fed.] Al luding to that circumstance in the life of Virgil, of his being employed in the stables of Augustus, and having his customary allowance of bread doubled, for the judgment he gave of a colt the emperor had just bought.-WHAL.

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