Servatis utrinque legibus, lex ipse Unâ obsequii religione imperium nactus es: Urbes de se certantes habere, de te disputant musæ, Qui seu cothurno niteris, inter poetas tonans pater, Sive soccum pede comples rotundo, Et epigrammata dictas agenda, Facetiasque manibus exprimendas, Adoranda posteris ducis vestigia, et nobis unus es theatrum metari. Non arenæ spectacula scena exhibuit tua, Nec poemata, sed poesin ipsam parturiit, Populoque mentes, et leges ministravit, Quibus te damnare possent, si tu poteras Robert Waring, the son of Edward Waring, of Lea in Staffordshire, and of Oldbury in Shropshire, was born in Staffordshire, in 1613, was elected into Christ Church, Oxford, from Westminster School, and took the degree of Master of Arts. In 1647 he was chosen proctor and historical professor: but, following the loyal example of his companions in taking up arms for the king, he was ejected by the Parliamentary visitors. He then travelled into France with Sir William Whitmore, "a great patron of distressed cavaliers," but returning to England, he contracted an inveterate disorder which terminated his existence in 1658.-GILCHRIST. * William Bew was born at Hagborne in Berkshire, and after being educated at Winchester School, removed to New College, Oxford, of which he became fellow in 1637, and where he took his degree as Master of Arts in 1644. When his rebellious subjects took up arms against the king, Bew joined the soldiers of his sovereign, and had a majority of horse. Being chosen proctor for 1648, he was set aside by the Farfiamentary visitors, and, being ejected from his fellowship by the same authority, he quitted England and served the Swedes in their war against the Poles. Hitherto arms appear to have been his profession,-but more peaceable times arriving, with the return of Charles II., Bew returned, and being restored to his fellow IN BEN. JONSON. Quòd martes Epico tonat cothurno, Ιωνσωνῳ ποτε φύντι παρεστη ποτνια Μούσα, Ικρι' αμειψάμενον μαρμαρεῶν ψαλιδων. tieth year, on the 10th Feb., 1705. - GIL TO HIS MUCH AND WORTHILY-ESTEEMED FRIEND, THE AUTHOR OF "CINTHIA'S REVENGE." Written [These lines are prefixed to Cinthia's Revenge: or Menander's Extasie. by John Stephens, Gent., London. 1613. Mr. W. C. Hazlitt (to whose valuable Hand Book I am indebted for a knowledge of the existence of this and the three following pieces) states his conviction that "although the name of Stephens appears upon the title, internal evidence establishes the authorship of Swallow."-F. C.] Who takes thy volume to his virtuous | Yet may as blind men, sometimes, hit the hand Must be intended still to understand: name? Who reads may roave,1 and call the passage dark, mark. Who reads, who roaves, who hopes to May take thy volume to his virtuous hand. [From "The New English Canaan. Containing an Abstract of New England in three Books, written upon tenne Yeares Knowledge and Experiment of the Country. [By Thomas Morton.] Amsterdam, 1627. 4to.-F. C.] I sing the adventures of nine worthy wights, And pity 'tis I cannot call them knights, To be installéd of Prince Arthur's table; By Archimede's art, which they mis conster Unto their land would prove a hideous monster. Seven heads it had, and twice so many Arguing the body to be wondrous great; Per fas aut nefas they'll erect a throne. 1 To roave, or rove, a term of archery; means here to take a guess. Of Phoebus to begird the world about, Which, granted, put the nether lands to rout. Presumptuous fools learn wit at too much cost, For life and labour both at once he lost." Stern Radamantus being last to speak, Made a great hum, and thus did silence break: "What if with rattling chains or iron bands, Hydra be bound either by feet or hands, That up they tossed their bonnets and did cry, "Long live our Court in great prosperity!" The Sessions ended, some did straight devise Court Revels, antics, and a world of joys; Brave Christmas gambols, therewith open hall Kept to the full, and sport the Divell and all! Labours despised, the looms are laid away, There Charon, Cerberus, and the rout of fiends, Had lap enough, and so their pastime ends. |