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Or rocky Avon, or of sedgy Lee,
Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee" ;
Or Humber loud, that keeps the Scythian's name ';
Or Medway smooth, or royal-tower'd Thame W.

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AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET WILLIAM SHAKSPEAREX.

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What needs my Shakspeare, for his honour'd bones,
The labour of an age in piled stones ?
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid ?
Dear son of Memory', great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment,
Hast built thyself a live-long monument,
For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art,
Thy easy numbers flow; and that each heart
Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book?,
Those Delphick lines with deep impression took :
Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving.
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ;
And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie,
That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.

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u Ancient hallow'd Dee. Dee's divinity was Druidical. From the same superstition, some rivers in Wales are still held to have the gift or virtue of prophecy. See note on “Jycidas," ver. 55.-T. Warton.

Or Humber loud, that keeps the Scythian's name. Humber, a Scythian king, landed in Britain three hundred years before the Roman invasion, and was drowned in this river by Locrine, after conquering king Albanact.T. WARTON.

w Or Meduay smooth, or royal-tower'd Thame. The smoothness of the Medway is characterised in the “ Mourning Muse of Thestylis." The royal towers of Thames imply Windsor castle, familiar to Milton's view, and to which I have already remarked his allusions.-T. Warton.

* This is but an ordinary poem to come from Milton, on such a subject : but he did not yet know his own strength, or was content to dissemble it, out of deference to the false taste of his time. The conceit of Shakspeare's “lying sepulchred in a tomb of his own making," is in Waller's manner, not his own. But he made Shakspeare amends in his “ L'Allegro," v. 133.-Hurd.

Birch, and from him Dr. Newton, asserts, that this copy of verses was written in the twenty-second year of Milton's age, and printed with the Poems of Shakspeare at London in 1640. This therefore is the first of Milton's pieces that was published. We have here restored the title from the second folio of Shakspeare, printed 1632.—T. WARTON. This epitaph is dated 1630, in Milton's own edition of his poems in 1673.— Todd.

y Dear son of Memory. He bonours his favourite Shakspeare with the same relation as the Muses themselves : for the Muses are called, by the old poets, “ the daughters of Memory.” See Hesiod, • Theog." v. 53.- NEWTON.

2 The leaves of thy unvalued hook. « Thy invaluable book.” So in Shakspeare, “ Rich. III.” a. i. s. 4:

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels.-TODD.

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ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER,
Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go

of the plague.
Here lies old Hobson ; Death hath broke his g
And here, alas ! hath laid him in the dirt;
Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
'Twas such a shifter, that, if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down
For he had, any time this ten years full,
Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and the B
And surely Death could never have prevaild,
Had not his weekly course of carriage faild;
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journey's end was come,
And that he had ta’en up his latest inn;
In the kind office of a chamberlina
Show'd him his room where he must lodge that i
Pulld off his boots, and took away the light:
If any ask for him, it shall be sed,
Hobson has supp'd, and's newly gone to bed.

ANOTHER ON THE SAME).

HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
That he could never die while he could move;
So hung his destiny, never to rot
While he might still jog on and keep his trot,
Made of sphere-metal, never to decay
Until his revolution was at stay.
Time numbers motion; yet, without a crime
'Gainst old truth, motion number'd out his time;
And, like an engine moved with wheel and weigh
His principles being ceased, he ended straight.
Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much breathing put him out of breath ;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm,
Too long vacation hasten'd on his term.
Merely to drive the time away, he sicken'd,
Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken

In the kind office of a chamberlin, &c. I believe the chamberlain is an officer not yet discontinued in some city.-T. WARTUN.

Hobson's inn at London was the Bull in Bishopsgate-street, whe with an inscription, was lately to be seen. Peck, at the end Cromwell," has printed Hobson's will, which is dated at the clos He died Jan. 1, 1630, while the plague was in London. This piece -T. WANTON

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Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed outstretch'd,
If I may n't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd;
But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers,
For one carrier put down to make six bearers.
Ease was his chief disease ; and, to judge right,
He died for heaviness that his cart went light:
His leisure told him that his time was come,
And lack of load made his life burdensome,
That ev'n to his last breath, there be that say’t,
As he were press'd to death, he cried, More weight!
But, had his doings lasted as they were,
He had been an immortal carrier.
Obedient to the moon, he spent his date
In course reciprocal, and had his fate
Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas;
Yet, strange to think, his wain was his increase :
His letters are deliver'd all and gone ;
Only remains this superscription.

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ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT.

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BECAUSE you have thrown off your prelate lordo,

And with stiff vows renounced his liturgy,
To seize the widow'd whore Plurality

From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorrd ;
Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword

To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic hierarchye

c Because ye have thrown off your prelate lord, &c. In railing at establishments, Milton condemned not episcopacy only : he thought even the simple institutions of the new reformation too rigid and arbitrary for the natural freedom of conscience ; he contended for that sort of individual or personal religion, by which every man is to be his own priest. When these verses were written, which form an irregular sonnet, presbyterianism was triumphant: and the independents and the churchmen joined in one common complaint against a want of toleration. The church of Calvin had now its heretics. Milton's baughty teinper brooked no human control : even the parliamentary hierarchy was too coercive for one who acknowledged only King Jesus. His froward and refining philosophy was contented with no species of carnal policy : conformity of all sorts was slavery. He was persuaded that the modern presbyter was as much calculated for persccution and oppression as the ancient bishop.—T. Warton.

d And with stiff vous renounced his liturgy. The Directory was enforced under severe penalties in 1644. The legislature probibited the use of the Book of Common Prayer, not only in places of public worship, but in private families.-T. Warton.

e And ride us with a classic hierarchy. In the presbyterian church now established by law, there were, among others, classical assemblies : the kingdom of England, instead of so many dioceses, was now divided into a certain number of provinces, made up of representatives from the several classes within their respective boundaries : every parish had a congregational or parochial presbytery for the affairs of its own circle; these parochial presbyteries were combined into classes, which chose representatives for the provincial assembly, as did the provincial for the national. Thus, the city of London being distributed into twelve classes, each class chose two

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Gentle lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have;
After this thy travel sore
Sweet rest seize thee evermore,
That, to give the world increase,
Shorten'd hast thy own life's lease.
Here, besides the sorrowing
That thy noble house doth bring,
Here be tears of perfect moan
Wept for thee in Helicon;
And some flowers, and some bays,
For thy herse, to strow the ways,
Sent thee from the banks of Came',
Devoted to thy virtuous name;
Whilst thou, bright saint, high sitt'st in glory,
Next her, much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian shepherdesso,
Who, after years of barrenness,
The highly-favour’d Joseph bore
To him that served for her before ;
And at her next birth, much like thee,
Through pangs fled to felicity,
Far within the bosom bright
Of blazing Majesty and Light :
There with thee, new welcome saint,
Like fortunes may her soul acquaint,
With thee there clad in radiant sheen,
No marchioness, but now a queen.

I Sent thee from the banks of Came. I have been told that there was a Cambridge collection of verses on her death, among which Milton's elegiac ode first appeared : but I have never seen it, and I rather think this was not the case : at least, we are sure that Milton was now a student at Cambridge. Our marchioness was the daughter of Thomas Lord Viscount Savage, of Rocksavage in Cheshire; and it is natural to suppose, that her family was well acquainted with the family of Lond Bridgewater, belonging to the same county, for whom Milton wrote the Mask of - Comus." It is therefore not improbable that Milton wrote this elegy, another poetical favour, in consequence of his acquaintance with the Egerton family. The accomplished lady, here cele brated, died in child-bed of a second son in her twenty-third year, and was the mother of Charles, the first Duke of Bolton.-T. WARTON.

$ That fair Syrian shepherdess. Rachel. See Gen, xxix. 9. xxxv. 18.-T. WARTON.

+ Through pangs fled to fclicity, We cannot too much admire the beauty of this line : I wish it had closed the poem ; which it would have done with singular effect. What follows serves only to weaken it; and the last verse is an eminent instance of the bathos, where the "saint clad in radiant sheen ** sinks into a marchioness and a queen : but Milton seldom closes his little poems well. DUNSTER.

There is a pleasing vein of lyric sweetness and case in Milton's use of this metre, which is that of “ L'Allegro” and “Il Penscroso:" he has used it with equal success in Comus's festive song, and the last speech of the Spirit, in “Comus," 93. 922. From these specjacus we may justly wish that he had used it more frequently. Perhaps in Comus' song it has a peculiar propriety : it has certainly a happy effect. — T. Warton.

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SONG ON MAY MORNING.

Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing ;

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing !
Thus we salute thee with our early song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee long. This beautiful little song presents an eminent proof of Milton's attention to the effect of metre, in that admirable change of numbers, with which he describes the appearance of the May Morning, and salutes her after she has appeared ; as different as the subject is, and produced by the transition from iambics to trochaics. So in “ L'Allegro,” ho banishes Melancholy in iambics, but invites Euphrosyne and her attendants in trochaics.- Todd.

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MISCELLANIES.

ANNO AETATIS XIX.

At a vacation Exercise a in the College, part Latin, part English. The Latin
speeches ended, the English thus began :-

Hail, native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak ;
And madest imperfect words with childish trips,
Half unpronounced, slide through my infant lips ;
Driving dumb Silence from the portal door,
Where he had mutely sat two years before !
Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task :
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee;
I know my tongue but little grace can do thee :
Thou need’st not be ambitious to be first;
Believe me, I have thither pack'd the worst :
And if it happen as I did forecast,
The daintiest dishes shall be served up last.
I pray thee, then, deny me not thy aid
For this same small neglect that I have made :
But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure,

And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure; * Written in 1627 : it is hard to say why these poems did not first appear in edition 1645. They were first added, but misplaced, in edition 1673.-T. WARTON.

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