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But all of God; they still shall have to say, But make him All in All, their Theme, that day;

That happy day that never shall see night!
Where he will be all beauty to the sight;
Wine or delicious fruits unto the taste;
A music in the ears will ever last;
Unto the scent, a spicery or balm ;
And to the touch, a flower like soft as palm.
He will all glory, all perfection be,
God in the Union, and the Trinity!
That holy, great and glorious mystery,
Will there revealed be in majesty !
By light and comfort of spiritual grace;
The vision of our Saviour face to face

In his humanity! to hear him preach
The price of our redemption, and to teach
Through his inherent righteousness, in
death,

The safety of our souls and forfeit breath!
What fulness of beatitude is here?
What love with mercy mixed doth appear,
To style us friends, who were by nature
foes?

Adopt us heirs by grace, who were of those
Had lost ourselves, and prodigally spent
Our native portions and possessed rent?
Yet have all debts forgiven us, and advance
By imputed right to an inheritance
In his eternal kingdom, where we sit
Equal with angels, and co-heirs of it.
Nor dare we under blasphemy conceive
He that shall be our supreme judge, should
leave

Himself so un-informed of his elect,
Who knows the hearts of all, and can
dissect

The smallest fibre of our flesh; he can
Find all our atoms from a point t' a span:
Our closest creeks and corners, and can
trace

Each line, as it were graphic, in the face.
And best he knew her noble character,
For 'twas himself who formed and gave it
her.

And to that form lent two such veins of blood,

As nature could not more increase the flood

Of title in her! all nobility

But pride, that schism of incivility,
She had, and it became her! she was fit
I" have known no envy but by suff'ring it!
She had a mind as calm as she was fair;
Not tost or troubled with light lady-air,
But kept an even gait, as some straight tree
Moved by the wind, so comely moved she.
And by the awful manage of her eye,
She swayed all bus'ness in the family.
To one she said, do this, he did it; so
To another, move, he went; to a third, go,
He ran; and all did strive with diligence
T' obey, and serve her sweet commande-
ments.

She was in one a many parts of life;
A tender mother, a discreeter wife,
A solemn mistress, and so good a friend,
So charitable to religious end
In all her petite actions, so devote,
As her whole life was now become one note

Whom her Redeemer, &c.] The Apotheosis sages which Milton has adopted from it, and abounds in scriptural allusions, which I have which his editors have as usual overlooked, left to the reader: as well as the numerous pas-while running after Dante and Thomas Aquinas.

Of piety and private holiness. She spent more time in tears herself to dress

For her devotions, and those sad essays Of sorrow, than all pomp of gaudy days; And came forth ever cheered with the rod Of divine comfort, when she had talked with God.

Her broken sighs did never miss whole

sense;

Nor can the bruised heart want eloquence:
For prayer is the incense most perfumes
The holy altars, when it least presumes.
And hers were all humility! they beat
The door of grace, and found the mercy-
seat.

In frequent speaking by the pious psalms
Her solemn hours she spent, or giving alms.
Or doing other deeds of charity,

She

To clothe the naked, feed the hungry.
Would sit in an infirmary whole days
Poring, as on a map, to find the ways
To that eternal rest, where now she hath
place

By sure election and predestined grace!
She saw her Saviour, by an early light,
Incarnate in the manger, shining bright
On all the world! she saw him on the cross
Suffering and dying to redeem our loss:
She saw him rise triumphing over death,
To justify and quicken us in breath;
She saw him too in glory to ascend
For his designed work the perfect end
Of raising, judging and rewarding all
The kind of man, on whom his doom
should fall!

All this by faith she saw, and framed a plea,

In manner of a daily apostrophe,
To him should be her judge, true God,
true Man,

Jesus, the only-gotten Christ! who can,
As being redeemer and repairer too
Of lapsed nature, best know what to do,
In that great act of judgment, which the
Father

Hath given wholly to the Son (the rather As being the son of man) to shew his power,

His wisdom, and his justice, in that hour, The last of hours, and shutter up of all; Where first his power will appear, by call

Of all are dead to life; his wisdom show In the discerning of each conscience so; And most his justice, in the fitting parts, And giving dues to all mankind's deserts!

In this sweet extasy she was rapt hence. Who reads, will pardon my intelligence, That thus have ventured these true strains upon,

To publish her a saint. MY MUSE IS GONE!

In pietatis memoriam

quam præstas

Venetiæ tuæ illustrissim.
Marit. dign. Digbeie

Hanc 'АпоДQEIN, tibi, tuisque sacro.

THE TENTH,

BEING HER INSCRIPTION, or Crown, IS LOST.

Leges Convivales.

LEGES CONVIVALES.] Nothing can be more pure and elegant than the latinity of these 40 'Laws." In drawing them up, Jonson seems to have had the rules of the Roman entertainments in view; as collected with great industry by Lipsius.

As Whalley printed the old translation of these Rules, I have retained it. The poetry, however, has little merit, and the original is not always correctly rendered; but there is no better a version somewhat anterior to this appeared in a volume of Songs and other Poems, by Alex. Brome, London 1661.

LEGES CONVIVALES.
Quod fælix faustumque convivis in
Apolline sit.

13 ERUDITI, URBANI, HILARES, HONESTI,

ADSCISCUNTOR,

4 NEC LECTÆ FŒMINÆ REPUDIANTOR. 5 IN APPARATU QUOD CONVIVIS CORRUGET NARES NIL ESTO.

I NEMO ASYMBOLUS, NISI UMBRA, HUC 6 EPULÆ DELECTU POTIUS

VENITO.

SUMPTU PARANTOR.

QUAM

2 IDIOTA, INSULSUS, TRISTIS, TURPIS,,7 OBSONATOR ET COQUUS CONVIVARUM

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1 Apollo of the Old Devil Tavern.] The modern 1766.-Andrews parted with it to Mess. Child, in revolutions of this tavern, as far as they are June 1787 for 2800l. By these gentlemen the known, have been kindly transmitted to me by Devil Tavern was pulled down soon after they J. Dent, Esq., one of the principal partners in bought it, and the present buildings in Child's the banking-house of Child and Co. "Mr. Place erected on its site. In this tavern was Taylor, of the parish of St. Bride's London, Esq. the room known by the name of the Apollo, in appears by indenture October 1734, to have been which was held the APOLLO CLUB established the owner of the two messuages or tenements by the celebrated Ben Jonson. Over the door close to the east of Temple Bar, of which the in gold letters on a black ground were painted one known by the name of St. Dunstan's, or the his verses beginning "Welcome all," &c. and old Devil Tavern, was then in the occupation of above them was placed a bust of the poet-both John Goostrey.-Taylor sold this property to these are still in the possession of Messrs. Child: ! Richard Andrews of St. Dunstan's parish, July'-the Rules of the club, said to have been en

8 DE DISCUBITU NON CONTENDITOR.
9 MINISTRI A DAPIBUS, OCULATI ET

MUTI,

A POCULIS,
SUNTO.

IO VINA PURIS

AURITI ET CELERES

16 ADMISSO RISU, TRIPUDIIS, CHOREIS,
CANTU, SALIBUS,

OMNI GRATIARUM FESTIVITATE
SACRA CELEBRANTOR.

17 JOCI SINE FELLE SUNTO.
FONTIBUS MINISTREN- 18 INSIPIDA POEMATA

TOR AUT VAPULET HOSPES.

II MODERATIS POCULIS PROVOCARE SO

DALES FAS ESTO.

12 AT FABULIS MAGIS QUAM VINO VE

LITATIO FIAT.

13 CONVIVÆ NEC MUTI NEC LOQUACES

SUNTO.

TANTOR.

NULLA RECI

19 VERSUS SCRIBERE NULLUS COGI

TOR.

20 ARGUMENTATIONIS

21

14 DE SERIIS AC SACRIS POTI ET SA-22

TURI NE DISSERUNTO.

15 FIDICEN, NISI ACCERSITUS, NON VE

NITO.

IV.

8 Let's have no disturbance about taking places,

To shew your nice breeding, or out of vain pride.

9 Let the drawers be ready with wine and fresh glasses,

Let the waiters have eyes, though their tongues must be ty'd.

V.

IO Let our wines without mixture or stum, be all fine,

Or call up the master, and break his dull noddle.

II Let no sober bigot here think it a sin,

To push on the chirping and moderate bottle.

VI.

12 Let the contests be rather of books than of wine.

13 Let the company be neither noisy nor

mute.

14 Let none of things serious, much less of divine,

When belly and head's full, profanely dispute.

PITUS ABESTO.

TOTIUS STRE

AMATORIIS QUERELIS, AC SUSPIRIIS

LIBER ANGULUS ESTO.

LAPITHARUM MORE SCYPHIS PUG-
NARE, VITREA COLLIDERE,
FENESTRAS EXCUTERE, SUPELLEC-
TILEM DILACERARE NEFAS ESTO.

VII.

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graved on black marble, and fixed up in the same about the year 1796; the bar of this tavern room, were no longer there, (a) when Messrs. being now part of their kitchen. The original Child had possession given them of the pre-sign (still in existence) of the banking-house, mises. The other tenement above alluded to, was the full blown marigold exposed to a mewas called the King's Arms and Civet Cat, ridian sun, with this motto round it, Ainsi mon William Wintle, tenant-this was added to Ame."-J. D. 1816. the present premises of Messrs. Child and Co

(a) They were probably removed by Andrews. The Apollo, of which a print was published in 1774, appears to have been a handsome room, large and lofty, and furnished with a gallery for

1 Al. CONVIVE NON MULTI.

music. It was frequently used for balls, &c., and here Dr. Kenrick gave, about 1775, his Lectures on Shakspeare.

23 QUI FORAS VEL DICTA, VEL FACTA 24 NEMINEM REUM POCULA FACIUNTO. ELIMINET, ELIMINATOR. FOCUS PERENNIS ESTO.

XI.

23 Whoever shall publish what's said, or what's done,

Be he banished for ever our assembly divine.

24 Let the freedom we take be perverted by none,

To make any guilty by drinking good wine.

VERSES PLACED OVER THE DOOR AT THE ENTRANCE INTO THE APOLLO.

Welcome all who lead or follow,
To the Oracle of APOLLO-
Here he speaks out of his pottle,
Or the tripos, his tower bottle:
All his answers are divine,
Truth itself doth flow in wine.
Hang up

all the poor hop-drinkers, Cries old SIM, the king of skinkers ;1 He the half of life abuses,

That sits watering with the Muses. Those dull girls no good can mean us;

1 Cries old Sim, the king of skinkers.] Old Sim means Simon Wadloe, who then kept the Devil tavern; and of him probably is the old catch, beginning,

Wine it is the milk of Venus, 2
And the poet's horse accounted:
Ply it, and you all are mounted.
'Tis the true Phoebian liquor,
Cheers the brains, makes wit the quicker.
Pays all debts, cures all diseases,
And at once three senses pleases.
Welcome all who lead or follow,
To the Oracle of APOLLO.

O RARE BEN JONSON!

Old Sir Simon the king.-WHAL. Wine it is the milk of Venus.] From the Greek Anacreontic,

Οινος γαλα Αφροδίτης.-WHAL

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