cellenties once more stood confest, in the increased price which every copy offered for sale produced; and the increased demand pointed out the necessity of a new edition. This is now presented to the public in a manner not disgraceful to the memory of the author; and the undertakers of it rely with confidence, that so valuable a repository of amusement and information will continue to hold the rank it has been restored to, firmly supported by its own merit, and safe from the influence and blight of any future caprices of fashion.

tures

Of cats, dogs, and such like creatures,
Of which he makes anatomy,
The seat of black choler to see.
Over his head appears the skie,
And Saturn Lord of melancholy.
2. To the left a landscape of Jea-
lousie,

Presents itself unto thine eye.
A kingfisher, a swan, an hern,
Two fighting-cocks you may discern,
Two roaring bulls each other hie,
To assault concerning venery.
Symboles are these; I say no more,
Conceive the rest by that's afore.
3. The next of solitariness,
A portraiture doth well express,
By sleeping dog, cat; buck and do,
Hares, conies in the desart go:
Bats, owls the shady bowers over,
In melancholy darkness hover.
Mark well: If't be not as't should be,
Blame the bad Cutter, and not me.

4. Ith' under column there doth
stand

Inamorato with folded hand;

6. Beneath them kneeling on his
knee,

A superstitious man you see:
He fasts, prays, on his idol fixt,
Tormented hope and feare betwixt ;
For hell perhaps he takes more pain,
Then thou dost heaven itself to gain.
What stars incline thee so to be?
Alas poor soule, I pitie thee,

7. But see the madman rage down-
right

With furious looks, a ghastly sight!
Naked in chains bound doth he lie
And roars amain he knows not why!
Observe him; for as in a glass,
Thine angry portraiture it was.
His picture keep still in thy pre-

sence;

Twixt him and thee there's no difference.

8. 9. Borage and hellebor fill two

scenes,

Soveraign plants to purge the veins
Of melancholy, and chear the heart
Of those black fumes which make it
smart;

To clear the brain of misty fogs,
Which [dull our senses, and soule
clogs.

The best medicine that ere God made

For this malady, if well assaid.

10. Now last of all to fill a place,

Down hangs his head, terse and po- Presented is the Author's face;

lite,

Some dittie sure he doth indite.
His lute and books about him lie,
As symptomes of his vanity.
If this do not enough disclose,
To paint him, take thyself by th'

nose.

5. Hypochondriacus leans on his arm, Winde in his side doth him much harm,

And in that habit which he wears,
His image to the world appears,
His minde no art can well express,
That by his writings you may guess.
It was not pride, nor yet vain glory,
(Though others do it commonly)
Made him do this: if you must
know,

The Printer would needs have it so.
Then do not frown or scoffe at it,

And troubles him full sore, God Deride not, or detract a whit,

knows,

Much pain he hath and many woes.
About him pots and glasses lie,
Newly brought from's Apothecary.
This Saturn's aspects signifie,
You see them portraid in the skie.

For surely as thou dost by him,
He will do the same again.
Then look upon't, behold and see,
As thou lik'st it, so it likes thee.
And I for it will stand in view,
Thine to command, Reader, adiew.

* These verses refer to the old folio Frontispiece, which was divided into ten compartments that are here severally explained. Though it was impossible to reduce that Frontispiece to an octavo size for this edition, the lines are too curious to be lost. The author's portrait, mentioned in the 10th stanza, is copied in our xvth page.