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Pindarics. These justify the satire of Lord Rochester; but Pope copied him in The Dying Christian to his Soul, without thinking it necessary to mention the obligation. The Thought of Death must yield to the natural and impressive earnestness of the following verses:—

Oh the sad day,
When friends shall shake their heads, and say

Oh miserable me.
Hark how he groans! look how he pants for breath!
See how he struggles with the pangs of Death!
When they shall say of these poor eyes,

How hollow and how dim they be!
Mark how his breast doth swell and rise
Against his potent enemy!
When some old friend shall step to my bed-side,
Touch my chill face, and thence shall gently slide;
And when his next companions say
"How doth he do? What hopes?" shall turn away;
Answering only with a lift-up hand—
"Who can his fate withstand?"
Then shall a gasp or two do more
Than e'er my rhetoric could before;
Persuade the peevish world to trouble me no more*.

* The only place in which I have seen this poem quoted, is in a note in Elton's reprint of Habington.



Page 63.—Dr. Fletcher formed one of the Commission of the Metropolitan Visitation, appointed in 1581.— Strype's Life of Bishop Grinded, p. 396, Oxford edition. In May 1596, Bishop Fletcher wrote to Lord Burleigh, requesting that nobleman to procure for his brother the appointment of Master Extraordinary in Chancery.— Strype's Annals of the Reformation, vol. iv., p. 373. Dr. Fletcher was also Remembrancer of the City of London, an office obtained for him by Queen Elizabeth, who addressed a long letter in her own hand to the Lord Mayor, &c, upon the subject. A copy of this singular epistle I have been permitted to peruse, and the terms in which Dr. Fletcher is recommended, evince the respect he was held in by Elizabeth.


Page 115.—Wither was again in prison in 1621. Mr. Collier has communicated to me the following interesting extracts from the Registers of the Privy Council:—

26 June, 1621.

A Warrant to John Perrial, to bring before the Lords the person of George Wither.

27 June, 1621.

This day George Wither, Gent., having been sent for by warrant from the Lords, hath tendred his appearance, which for his indemnity is here entred, he being nevertheless injoined to remaine in the custody of the Messenger, until by order from the Lords he shalbe dismissed.

On the same day, however, we find from another entry, that the Council issued a warrant to commit George Wither close prisoner into the Marshalsea, until further order.

15 March, 1621. A warrant to the Keeper of the Marshalsea, to enlarge and sett at liberty the person of George Wythers, upon Bond, to be given by him, with a Suretie before the Clerke of the Councell attendant, to his Majesty's use for his forthcomeing and appearance at all tyme, as there shalbe cause.

Page 183.—Burton has the following entry in his Diary, December 22, 1656:—

"Colonel Whetham offered a petition in behalf of Colonel Wither.

"Mr. Speaker said he had also a copy of very good verses, from the same hand, to offer."

Mr. Rutt, supposes this copy of verses to have been the Boni Ominis Votum, which was printed in 1656, and was occasioned, as we are told by Wood, by the summoning of extraordinary grand juries from the Baronets, Knights, &c, to serve in their several counties during the summer assizes.


Page 204.—When Nichols wrote the History of Leicestershire, in 1798, the Farewell to Dean Bourn was remembered by some old persons of that parish, to whom it had been orally bequeathed by their ancestors. They had also a tradition that Herrick was the original author of Poor Robin's Almanac, first published in 1662. After his ejection from his preferment, he was thrown on his own resources, and the scheme of such a popular production was, not unlikely to suggest itself.


Page 227.—It happens, unfortunately for Quarles, that his beauties rarely exist in clusters; the perfect fruit can only be found after a careful search. This composition, on a verse in Proverbs, is interesting, as clearly manifesting the muscular force of the writer's mind:—

"Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches make themselves wings—they flie away as an eagle."—Proverbs xxiii. 8.

False world, thou ly'st: thou canst not lend

The least delight:
Thy favours cannot gain a friend,

They are so slight:
Thy morning pleasures make an end

To please at night.
Poor are the wants that thou suppliest;
And yet thou vaunt'st, and yet thou viest
With heaven; fond earth, thou boast'st; false world,
thou liest.

Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales

Of endless treasure;
Thy bounty offers easy sales

Of lasting pleasure.
Thou ask'st the conscience what she ails,

And swear'st to ease her.
There's none can want where thou suppliest,
There's none can give where thou deniest.
Alas! fond world, thou boast'st; false world, thou liest.

What well-advised ear regards

What earth can say?
Thy words are gold, but thy rewards

Are painted clay;
Thy cunning can but pack the cards,

Thou canst not play.
Thy game at weakest, still thou viest
If seen, and then revy'd, deniest—
Thou art not what thou seein'st; false world, thou liest.

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