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But tuch me Quintus with his stincking breath,
The dastard will defie thee to the death.
Thus though mens great deformities be knowne,
They greeve to heare, and take them for their owne.
Find me a niggard that doth want the shift
To call his cursed avarice good thrift;
A rakehell sworne to prodigalitie,
That dares not terme it liberalitie;
A letcher that hath lost both flesh and fame,
That holds not letcherie a pleasant game;
And why? because they cloake their shame by this,
And will not see the horror what it is,
And cunning sinne being clad in vertues shape,
Flies much reproofe, and many stormes doth scape,
(11). Last day I chaunst in crossing of the streete;
With Diffilus the inkeeper to meete,
He wore a silken night-cap on his head,
And lookt as if he had beene lately dead;
I askt him how he far'd; not well, quoth he,

thus two months hath troubled me.
I let him passe, and laught to hear his skuce (12)
For I knew well he had the *** by Luce,
And wore his night-cappe ribbind at the eares,
Because of late he swet away his heares (13).
But had a stranger chanst to spie him then,
He must have deemd him for a civill man.
Thus with the world, the world dissembles still,
And to their own confusions follow will, (14)
Holding it true felicitie to flie,
Not from the sinne, but from the seeing eie,
Then in this world, who winks at each estate,
Hath found the meanes to make him fortunate,
To colour hate with kindness, to defraud
In private those in publique we applaud.

To keepe this rule, kaw me and I kaw thee,
To play the saints, whereas we divels bee.
What ere men doe let them not reprehend,
For cunning knaves with cunning knaves defend.
Truth is pursewed by hate, then is he wise
That to the world his worldly will applies.
What is he wise? I (15) as Amphestus strong,
That burnt his face because his beard was long.

The spirit, the sentiment, the language, and yersification of many passages in the preceding Satire are admirable, and would not have disgraced the pens, either of Dryden or Pope. I subjoin a few explanatory notes for the benefit of the reader who may be less familiar with the phraseology of this period.

(1) Sooth up, that is smooth over, palliate. (2) Soundes him not, does not expose him.

(3) To haulte, to limp, that is to keep pace with inhuman infirmity.

(4) Plaise-mouthed, I presume, means foul-mouthed, or rather, perhaps, with a mouth as large as that of the Plaise. Welts and guards, means gowns and petticoats.

(5) Selfe will, &c. These are two excellent lines. (6) Lurking lounging.

(7) Lights. Here also are four very spirited and forcible lines.—Lights evidently means the lights or powers of the mind.

(8) Flings here means kicks or resents. It would not be easy to find two finer lines in Pope's Satires than these :

For wicked men repine their sinnes to heare,
And folly fings if councill touch bim neare.

(9) Under

(9) Under-layd, trodden down in a slovenly manner.

(10) Tell blear-eyed, &c. These, and many of the succceding lines are very animated, and truly conceived and expressed in the indignant spirit of genuine Satire,

(11) Last day. Yesterday.
(12) Sluce-excuse.
(13) Heares--hairs.

(14) Will--passion. I know not where these lines are surpassed in force, truth, or elegance.

Thus with the world, the world disseinbles still,
And to their own confusions follow will,
Holding it true felicitie to flie,
Not from the sinne, but from the seeing eie.

(15) 1. That is ay.--I confess I do not comprehend the meaning of these concluding lines.


Found after his Death in his Cell at Silexedra. Bequeathed to Philautus Sonnes, nursed up with

their Father in England. Fetcht from the Canaries by T. L. Gent. Imprinted at London, for John Smethwick, and

are to be sold at his Shop in Saint Dunstanes Church Yard, in Fleet Street, under the Dyall. 1612.

THIS Tract is by the same author as that which precedes, Thomas Lodge, of whom Warton


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remarks that he was fitted for a different mode of composition than Satire. This, however, will pot easily be allowed by those who have perused his Satires, which Warton confessedly had not.

This Tract deserves commemoration, as well for its great rarity, as that by the acknowledgledgment of all the Commentators it furnished the Plot of Shakspeare's As You LIKE IT. There are a great many poetical pieces interspersed, which indicate much true poetical feeling and taste. One or two specimens of Lodge's Poetry are to be found in Ellis's work, but I have no where seen any portion of the present performance.

The following examples may well entitle the Author to a distinguished place among our early English Poets,


Love in


bosone like a bee
Doth suck his sweete,
Now with his wings he plaies with me,

Now with his feete.

Withịn mine eyes he makes his nest,
His bed amidst my tender breast,
My kisses are his daily feast,
And yet he robs me of my rest.


Ah Wanton will ye?
And if I sleepe then pearcheth he

With prettie flight,
And makes his pillow of my knee

The live long night.

Strike I my lute, he tunes the string,
He musicke plaies if so I sing,
He lends me every living thing
Yet cruell he my heart doth sting.

Whist wanton will ye? Else I with roses every day

Will whip you hence,
And bind


you long to play, For your offence,

Ile shut my eyes to keepe you in,
Ile make yeu fast it for your sinne,
Ile court your power not worth a pinne,
Alas what hereby shall I winne,

If he gainesay me?

What if I beate the wanton boy

With many a rod,
He will repay me with annoy,

Because a God

Then sit thou safely on my knee,
And let thy bower my bosom be,
Lurke in mine eyes, I like of thee,
O Cupid so thou pittie me,

Spare not, but play thee.


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