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And shine as you exalted are;

Two names of friendship, but one star : Of hearts the union, and those not by chance Made, or indenture, or leased out t' advance The profits for a time.

No pleasures vain did chime,

Of rhymes, or riots, at your feasts,
Orgies of drink, or feign'd protests:

But simple love of greatness and of good,
That knits brave minds and manners, more than




This made you first to know the why
You liked, then after, to apply

That liking; and approach so one the t'other,
Till either grew a portion of the other:
Each styled by his end,

The copy of his friend.

You liv'd to be the great sir-names, And titles, by which all made claims Unto the Virtue: nothing perfect done, But as a CARY, or a MORISON.




And such a force the fair example had,
As they that saw

The good, and durst not practise it, were glad
That such a law

Was left yet to mankind; Where they might read and find Friendship, indeed, was written not in words; And with the heart, not pen,

Of two so early men

Whose lines her rolls were, and records: Who, ere the first down bloomed on the chin,

Had sow'd these fruits, and got the harvest in.





They talk of Fencing, and the use of arms,
The art of urging and avoiding harms,

• Jodson's connection with the family of this distinguished He has monunobleman was close and of long continuance. mental verses on several of its members; those which follow are extracted from the MS. volume in the British Museum.



Sons, seek not me among these polish'd stones,
These only hide part of my flesh and bones,
Which, did they e'er so neat and proudly dwell,
Would all turn dust, and should not make me swell.
Let such as justly have outliv'd all praise,

Trust in the tombs their careful friends do raise ;

I made my Life my monument, and yours,

Than which there's no material more endures," &c.

Sir Charles Cavendish, who thus addresses his children, was the third son of sir William Cavendish, deservedly known and esteemed, as the faithful and confidential servant of cardinal Wolsey. He died in 1618, and was succeeded, in his vast estates, by his eldest son, William, the munificent friend and protector of our poet.


She was the light (without reflex
Upon herself) of all her sex,



The noble science, and the mastering skill
Of making just approaches how to kill;

The best of women!-Her whole life
Was the example of a wife,
Or of a parent, or a friend!
All circles had their spring and end
In her, and what could perfect be
And without angles, IT WAS SHE.—
All that was solid in the name
Of virtue; precious in the frame,
Or else magnetic in the force,
Or sweet, or various, in the course;
What was proportion, or could be
By warrant call'd just symmetry
In number, measure, or degree
Of weight or fashion, IT WAS SHE.—
Her soul possest her flesh's state
In freehold, not as an inmate,
And when the flesh here shut up day,
did stay,

Fame's heat upon the


And hourly brooding o'er the same,

Keeps warm the spice of her good name,
Until the ashes turned be

Into a Phoenix-WHICH IS SHE."

This lady, the second wife of sir Charles Cavendish, and mother of the duke of Newcastle, was the daughter and coheir of Cuthbert, lord Ogle. She outlived her husband several years, and was declared baroness Ogle in 1628.



I could begin with that grave form Here lies
(And bid thee, reader, bring thy weeping eyes.
To see who 'tis—) a noble countess, great
In blood, in birth, by match and by her seat,
Religious, wise, chaste, loving, virtuous, good
And number attributes unto a flood;
But every tablet in this church doth tell
Such things of every body, and as well-
But I would have thee to know something new,
Not usual in a lady, and yet true,

To hit in angles, and to clash with time:
As all defence or offence were a chime!

At least so great a lady-she was wife
But of one husband, and since he left life,
But sorrow she desired no other friend,
And her, she made her inmate, to the end.
To call on sickness still to be her guest,
Whom she with sorrow first did lodge, then feast,
Then entertain, and as death's harbinger,
So woo'd at last that he was won to her

Importune wish, and by her lov'd lord's side
To lay her here, inclosed, his second bride;

Where, spight of death, next life, for her love's sake
This second marriage will eternal make."

This Jane was the eldest daughter of lord Ogle, and sister of the lady just mentioned. She married Edward, eighth earl of Shrewsbury, (younger brother of the Gilbert so often noticed,) and died in 1625, having survived her husband about seven years.

I have not copied the whole. Enough, however, is given to shew that the assistance of Jonson was called in upon every occasion, whether of melancholy or mirth.

The volume from which this was taken, contains also an Interlude, never yet noticed by the poet's biographers. It has neither title nor date; but appears to have been written by him for the christening of a son of the earl of Newcastle, to which the king or the prince (both seem to have been present) stood godfather. It consists principally of the unrestrained and characteristic tattle of three gossips; and though the language may appear somewhat too free for the present times, yet as a matter of curiosity, I have ventured to subjoin the chief part of it.

The Scene is the earl of Newcastle's house, in the Black Friars.

"At the entrance to the Banquet,

A Forester.

Sir, you are welcome to the forest: you have seen a battle upon a table, now you see a hunting. I know not what the

* It appears that the table represented a hunting scene in

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