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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,
But simple love of greatness and of good,
This made you first to know the why
That liking; and approach so one the t'other,
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,
The good, and durst not practise it, were glad
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.
TO WILLIAM EARL OF NEWCASTLE.
ON HIS FENCING.
They talk of Fencing, and the use of arms,
• 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.
TO HIS POSTERITY.
Sons, seek not me among these polish'd stones,
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.
ON LADY KATHERINE OGLE.
The noble science, and the mastering skill
The best of women!-Her whole life
Fame's heat upon the
And hourly brooding o'er the same,
Keeps warm the spice of her good name,
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.
ON THE LADY JANE.
I could begin with that grave form Here lies
To hit in angles, and to clash with time:
At least so great a lady-she was wife
Importune wish, and by her lov'd lord's side
Where, spight of death, next life, for her love's sake
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,
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