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syntax of verbs joined together. The syntax of imperfect times in this manner.

The presents by the infinite, and the verb may, or can; as for amem, amarem; I may love, I might love. And again; I can love, I could love.

The futures are declared by the infinite, and the verb shall, or will; as amabo, I shall or will love. Amavero addeth thereunto have, taking the nature of two divers times; that is, of the future and the time past.

I shall have loved: or

I will have loved.

The perfect times are expressed by the verb have; as amavi, amaveram.

I have loved, I had loved. Amaverim and amavissem add might unto the former verb; as

as

I might have loved.

The infinite past, is also made by adding have; amavisse, to have loved.

Verbs passive are made of the participle past, and am the verb; amor and amabar, by the only putting to of the verb; as

amor, I am loved;

amabar, I was loved.

Amer and amarer have it governed of the verb may or can; as

Amer, I may be loved; or I can be loved. Amarer, I might be loved, or I could be loved. In amabor it is governed of shall or will; as I shall or will be loved.

CHAP. VII.

OF THE SYNTAX OF ADVERBS.

THIS therefore is the syntax of words having number; there remaineth that of words without number, which standeth in adverbs or conjunctions. Adverbs are taken one for the other; that is to say, adverbs of likeness, for adverbs of time; As he spake those words, he gave up the ghost. Gower, lib. 1:

Anone, as he was meek and tame,

He found towards his God the same.

The like is to be seen in adverbs of time and place, used in each others stead, as among the Latins and the Grecians.

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Sir John Cheek:

O! with what spite was sundred so noble a body from so godly a mind.

Jewel:

It is too light a labour to strive for names. Chaucer :

Thou art at ease, and hold thee wel therein. As great a praise is to keep well, as win. Adjectives compared,' when they are used adverbially, may have the article the going before. Jewel:

The more inlarged is your liberty, the less cause have you to complain.

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Nort. to the rebels:

Think you her majesty and the wisest of the realm have no care of their own souls, that have charge both of their own and yours?

These prepositions follow sometimes the nouns they are coupled with: God hath made princes their subjects guides, to direct them in the way, which they have to walk in.

But ward or wards; and toward or towards, have the same syntax that versus and adversus have with the Latins; that is, the latter coming after the noun which it governeth, and the other contrarily.

Nort. in Paul Angel's Oration to Scanderbech: For his heart being unclean to Godward, and spiteful towards men, doth always imagine mischief.

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Lidgate, lib. 7:

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And south-ward runneth to Caucasus,
And folk of Scythie, that bene laborious.

1 The Greek article is set before the positive also: Theocrit. είδ. γ. Τίτυρ', ἐμὶν τὸ καλὸν πεφιλαμένη. * In Greek and Latin they are coupled; some with one oblique case, some with another.

9 The Hebrews set them always before

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Sir John Cheek : Either by ambition you seek lordliness, much unfit for you; or by covetousness, ye be unsatiable, a thing likely enough in you, or else by folly, ye be not content with your estate, a fancy to be pluckt out of

you.

Lidgate, lib. 2:

Wrong, clyming up of states and degrees, Either by murder, or by false treasons Asketh a fall, for their final guerdons. Here, for nor in the latter member, ne is sometimes used:

Lambert:

But the archbishop set himself against it, affirming plainly, that he neither could, ne would suffer it.

The like syntax is also to be marked in so, and as, used comparatively; for, when the comparison is in quantity, then so goeth before, and as followeth.

Ascham :

He hateth himself, and hasteth his own hurt, that is content to hear none so gladly, as either a fool or a flatterer

Gower, lib. 1:

Men wist in thilk time none

So fair a wight, as she was one. Sometime for so, as cometh in.

Chaucer, lib. 5. Troil.

And said, I am, albeit to you no joy,

As gentle a man, as any wight in Troy.

But if the comparison be in quality, then it is

contrary.

Gower:

For, as the fish, if it be dry
Mote in default of water dye :
Right so without air, or live,
No man, ne beast, might thrive.

And, in the beginning of a sentence, serveth instead of an admiration: And, what a notable sign of patience was it in Job, not to murmur against the Lord!

Chaucer, 3d book of Fame :

What, quoth she, and be ye wood!
And, wene ye for to do good,

And, for to have of that no fame !

Conjunctions of divers sorts are taken one for another : : as, But, a severing conjunction, for a conditioning:

Chaucer in the Man of Law's Tale :

But it were with the ilk eyen of his mind, With which men seen' after they ben blind. Sir Thomas More:

Which neither can they have, but you give it; neither can you give it, if ye agree not. The self-same syntax is in and, the coupling conjunction:

The Lord Berners in the Preface to his Translation of Froisart:

What knowledge should we have of ancienthings past, and history were not r

Sir John Cheek: Ye have waxed greedy now upon cities, and have attempted mighty spoils, to glut up, and you could, your wasting hunger.

On the other side, for, a cause-renderer, hath sometime the force of a severing one.

Lidgate, lib. 3.

But it may fall a Drewry in his right,
To outrage a giant for all his great might.

Here the two general exceptions are termed, Asyndeton and Polysyndeton.

Asyndeton, when the conjunction wanteth : The universities of Christendom are the eyes, the lights, the leaven, the salt, the seasoning of the worla.

Gower:

To whom her heart cannot heal,
Turn it to woe, turn it to weal.

Here the sundering conjunction, or, is lacking, and in the former example, and, the coupler. Polysyndeton is in doubling the conjunction more than it need to be:

Gower, lib. 4:

So, whether that he frieze, or sweat, Or 'tte be in, or 'tte be out,

He will be idle all about.

CHAP. IX.

OF THE DISTINCTION OF SENTENCES.

ALL the parts of Syntax have already been declared. There resteth one general affection of the whole, dispersed thorough every member thereof, as the blood is thorough the body; and consisteth in the breathing, when we pronounce any sentence. For, whereas our breath is by nature so short, that we cannot continue without a stay to speak long together; it was thought necessary as well for the speaker's ease, as for the plainer deliverance of the things spoken, to invent this means, whereby men pausing a pretty while, the whole speech might never the worse be understood.

These distinctions are either of a perfect or imperfect sentence. The distinctions of an imperfect sentence are two, a comma and a semicolon.

A comma is a mean breathing, when the word serveth indifferently, both to the parts of the sentence going before, and following after, and is marked thus (,).

A semicolon is a distinction of an imperfect sentence, wherein with somewhat a longer breath, the sentence following is included; and is noted thus (;).

Hither pertaineth a parenthesis, wherein two commas include a sentence:

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Thus the poor gentleman suffered grief; great for the pain; but greater for the spite. Gower, lib. 2. Speaking of the envious person: Though he a man see vertuous,

And full of good condition,

Thereof maketh he no mention.

The distinction of a perfect sentence hath a more ull stay, and doth rest the spirit, which is a pause or a period.

A pause is a distinction of a sentence, though perfect in itself, yet joined to another, being marked with two pricks (:).

A period is the distinction of a sentence, im all respects perfect, and is marked with one full prick over against the lower part of the last letter, thus (.)

If a sentence be with an interrogation, we use this note (?)

Sir John Cheek:

Who can perswade, where treason is above reason; and might ruleth right; and it is had for lawful, whatsoever is lustful; and commotioners are better than commissioners; and common woe is named commonwealth?

Chaucer, 2d book of Fame :

Loe, is it not a great mischance,

To let a fool have governance

Of things, that he cannot demain ? Lidgate, lib. 1:

For, if wives be found variable,

Where shall husbands find other stable?

If it be pronounced with an admiration, then thus (!).

Sir Thomas More :

O Lord God, the blindness of our mortal nature!

Chaucer, 1st book of Fame:

Alas! what harm doth apparence,
When it is false in existence!

These distinctions, as they best agree with nature, so come they nearest to the ancient stays of sentences among the Romans and the Grecians. An example of all four, to make the matter plain, let

us take out of that excellent oration of Sir John Cheek against the rebels, whereof before we have made so often mention:

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THE END.

When common order of the law can take no place in unruly and disobedient subjects; and all men will of wilfulness resist with rage, and think their own violence to be the best justice: then be wise magistrates compelled by necessity to seek an extreme remedy, where mean salves help not, and bring in the martial law where none other law serveth.

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Ir is now about six months since the most learned and judicious poet, B. JONSON, became a subject for those Elegics. The time interjected between his death and the publishing of these, shews that so great an argument ought to be considered, before handled; not that the gentlemen's affections were less ready to grieve, but their judgments to write. At length the loose papers were consigned to the hands of a gentleman, who truly honoured him (for he knew why he did so). To his care you are beholding that they are now made yours. And he was willing to let you know the value of what you have lost, that you might the better recommended what you have left of him, to your posterity. Farewell, E. P.

AN ECLOGUE ON THE DEATH OF BEN JONSON, BETWEEN MELIBEUS AND HYLAS.

Mel. Hylas, the clear day boasts a glorious sun,
Our troop is ready, and our time is come:
That fox who hath so long our lambs destroy'd,
And daily in his prosperous rapine joy'd,

Is earth'd not far from hence; old Egon's son,
Rough Corilas, and lusty Corydon,
In part the sport, in part revenge desire,
And both thy tarrier and thy aid require.
Haste, for by this, but that for thee we stay'd,
The prey-devourer had our prey been made :
Hyl. Oh! Melibus, now I list not hunt,
Nor have that vigour as before I wont;
My presence will afford them no relief,
That beast I strive to chase is only grief.

Mel. What mean thy folded arms, thy downcast eves,

Tears which so fast descend, and sighs which rise?
What mean thy words which so distracted fall
As all thy joys had now one funeral?
Cause for such grief, can our retirements yield?
That follows courts, but stoops not to the field.
Hath thy stern step-dame to thy sire reveal'd
Some youthful act, which thou couldst wish con-
ceal'd?

Part of thy herd hath some close thief convey'd
From open pastures to a darker shade?
Part of thy flock hath some fierce torrent drown'd?
Thy harvest fail'd, or Amarillis frown'd?

Hyl. Nor love nor anger, accident nor thief,
Hath rais'd the waves of my unbounded grief:

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Mel. JONSON you mean, unless I much do err, I know the person by the character.

Hyl. You guess aright, it is too truly so, From no less spring could all these rivers flow. Mel. Ah, Hylas! then thy grief I cannot call A passion, when the ground is rational.

I now excuse thy tears and sighs, though those
To deluges, and these to tempests rose :
Her great instructor gone, I know the age
No less laments than doth the widow'd stage,
And only vice and folly now are glad,
Our gods are troubled, and our prince is sad:
He chiefly who bestows light, health, and art,
Feels this sharp grief pierce his immortal heart,
He his neglected lyre away hath thrown,
And wept a larger, nobler Helicon,
To find his herbs, which to his wish prevail,
For the less love should his own favourite fail:
So moan'd himself when Daphne he ador'd,
That arts relieving all, should fail their lord.
Hyl. But say, from whence in thee this know
ledge springs,

Of what his favour was with gods and kings.

1 Dr. Bryan Duppa, bishop of Winchester.

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Mel. Dorus, who long had known books, men,
and towns,

At last the honour of our woods and downs,
Had often heard his songs, was often fir'd
With their enchanting power, ere he retir'd,
And ere himself to our still groves he brought,
To meditate on what his muse had taught:
Here all his joy was to revolve alone,
All that her music to his soul had shown,
Or in all meetings to divert the stream

Of our discourse; and make his friend his theme,
And praising works which that rare loom hath
wear'd,

Impart that pleasure which he had receiv'd.
So in sweet notes (which did all tunes excell,
But what he praised) I oft have heard him tell
Of his rare pen, what was the use and price,
The bays of virtue and the scourge of vice:
How the rich ignorant he valued least,
Nor for the trappings would esteem the beast;
But did our youth to noble actions raise,
Hoping the meed of his immortal praise:
How bright and soon his Muse's morning shone,
Her noon how lasting, and her evening none.
How speech exceeds not dumbness, nor verse
prose,

More than his verse the low rough times of those,
(For such, his seen, they seem'd,) who highest
rear'd,

Possest Parnassus ere his power appear'd.
Nor shall another pen his fame dissolve,
Till we this doubtful problem can resolve,
Which in his works we most transcendant see,
Wit, judgment, learning, art, or industry;
Which till is never, so all jointly flow,
And each doth to an equal torrent grow:
His learning such, no author old nor new,
Escap'd his reading that deserved his view,
And such his judgment, so exact his test,
Of what was best in books, as what books best,

And yet the minds against all fear assure,
And telling the disease, prescribe the cure:
Where, as he tells what subtle ways, what friends,
(Seeking their wicked and their wish'd-for ends)
Ambitious and luxurious persons prove,
Whom vast desires, or mighty wants do move,
The general frame to sap and undermine,
In proud Sejanus, and bold Catiline;

So in his vigilant Prince and Consul's parts,
He shows the wiser and the nobler arts,
By which a state may be unhurt, upheld,
And all those works destroyed, which hell would
build.

Who (not like those who with small praise had
writ,

Had they not call'd in judgment to their wit)
Us'd not a tutoring hand his to direct,
But was sole workman and sole architect.
And sure by what my friend did daily tell,
If he but acted his own part as well

As he writ those of others, he may boast,
The happy fields hold not a happier ghost.
Hyl. Strangers will think this strange, yet he
(dear youth)

Where most he past belief, fell short of truth
Say on, what more he said, this gives relief,
And though it raise my cause, it bates my grief,
Since fates decreed him now no longer liv'd,
I joy to hear him by thy friend reviv'd.

Mel. More he would say, and better, (but I
spoil

His smoother words with my unpolish'd style)
And having told what pitch his worth attain'd,
He then would tell us what reward it gain'd:
How in an ignorant, and learn'd age he sway'd,
(Of which the first he found, the second made)
How he, when he could know it, reap'd his fame,
And long out-liv'd the envy of his name:
To him how daily flock'd, what reverence gave,
All that had wit, or would be thought to have,
Or hope to gain, and in so large a store,

That had he join'd those notes his labours took,?
From each most prais'd and praise-deserving book,That to his ashes they can pay no more,
And could the world of that choice treasure boast,
It need not care though all the rest were lost:
And such his wit, he writ past what he quotes,
And his productions far exceed his notes.
So in his works where aught inserted grows,
The noblest of the plants engrafted shows,
That his adopted children equal not,
The generous issue his own brain begot:

So great his art, that much which he did write,
Gave the wise wonder, and the crowd delight,
Each sort as well as sex admir'd his wit,
The he's and she's, the boxes and the pit;
And who less lik'd within, did rather choose,
To tax their judgments than suspect his muse.
How no spectator his chaste stage could call
The cause of any crime of his, but all
With thoughts and wills purg'd and amended rise,
From th' ethic lectures of his comedies,
Where the spectators act, and the sham'd age
Blusheth to meet her follies on the stage;
Where each man finds some light he never sought,
And leaves behind some vanity he brought;
Whose politics no less the minds direct,
Than these the manners, nor with less effect,
When his Majestic Tragedies relate
All the disorders of a tottering state,
All the distempers which on kingdoms fall,
When ease, and wealth. and vice are general,

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Except those few who censuring, thought not so,
But aim'd at glory from so great a foe:
How the wise too, did with mere wits agree,
As Pembroke, Portland, and grave Aubigny;
Nor thought the rigid'st senator a shame,
To contribute to so deserv'd a fame:
How great Eliza, the retreat of those
Who, weak and injur'd, her protection chose,
Her subjects' joy, the strength of her allies,
The fear and wonder of her enemies,
With her judicious favours did infuse
Courage and strength into his younger muse.
How learned James, whose praise no end shall
(But still enjoy a fame pure like his mind) [find
Who favour'd quiet, and the arts of peace,
(Which in his halcyon days found large encrease)
Friend to the humblest if deserving swain,
Who was himself a part of Phoebus' train,
Declar'd great JONSON worthiest to receive
The garland which the Muses' hands did weave;
And though his bounty did sustain his days,
Gave a more welcome pension in his praise.
How mighty Charles amidst that weighty care,
In which three kingdoms as their blessing share,
Whom as it tends with ever watchful eyes,
That neither power may force, nor art surprise,
So bounded by no shore, grasps all the main,
And far as Neptune claims, extends his reign;

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