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The pride of her carnation train,
Pluck'd up by some unheedy swain,
Who only thought to crop the flow'r
New shot up from vernal show'r;
But the fair blossom hangs the head
Side-ways, as on a dying bed,
And those pearls of dew she wears,
Prove to be presaging tears,
Which the sad morn had let fall
On her hast’ning funeral.
Gentle Lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have ;
After this thy travel fore
Sweet rest seise thee evermore,
That to give the world increase,
Shortned hast thy own life's lease.
Here, besides the sorrowing
That thy noble house doth bring,

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Here be tears of perfe& 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 fitft in glory,
Next her much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian shepherdess,
Who after years of barrenness,
The highly favor'd Joseph bore
To him that sery'd 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,

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With thee there clad in radiant sheen,
No Marchioness, but now a Queen.

IX.
* SONG. On MAY MORNING.
NOW

O W the bright morning star, day's harbinger,

Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.

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

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we falute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long,

X.
+ On SHAKESPEAR. 1630.
HAT needs my Shakespear for his honor'd bones
The labor of an age in piled stones,

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This image seems to be borrow'd from Shake- + This copy of verses on Shakespear being spear. Richard H. Act 5. Sc. 4. 5 4.

made in 1630, our poet was then in the 22d who are the violets now

year of his age : and it was printed with the That ftrow the green lap of the new-come poems of that author at London in 1640. spring?

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Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid ?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need’lt thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
For whilst to th’shame of slow-endevoring art
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,
Doft make us marble with too much conceiving;
And so fepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie,
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

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* We have the following account of this vorite Shakespear with the fame relation as the extraordinary man in the Spectator Ne

509. Muses themselves. For the Muses are called « Mr. Tobias Hobson was a carrier, and the

poets the daughters of memory. See “ first man in this iland who let out hackney Hesiod Theog. ver. 53.

“ horses. He lived in Cambridge, and ob

serving that the scholars.rid hard, his man15, And so sepúlcher'd] We have the word

ner was to keep a large stable of horses, with the same accent in Fairfax Cant. 1. St. 25.

“ with boots, bridles, and whips, to furnish As if his work should his Sepúlcher be. “ the gentlemen at once, without going from

college to college to borrow, as they have Milton has pronounced it otherwise, as in

“ done since the death of this worthy man: Samson ver. 103,

" I say, Mr. Hobfon kept a stable of forty Myself, my sépulchre, a moving grave. « good cattel, always ready and fit for tra

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XI. On the University Carrier, who ficken'd in the time

of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reason of the plague. ERE lies old Hobson ; Death hath broke his girt,

; 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, Dodg’d with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull. And surely Death could never have prevaild, Had not his weekly course of carriage faild;

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a “ he was led into the stable, where there was

« The fruitful mother of an hundred more." great choice, but he obliged him to take “ the horse which stood next to the stable- Mr. Ray in his Collection of English Proverbs “ door ; so that every customer was alike well says that he raised himself to a great estate, and “ served according to his chance, and every did much good in the town, relieving the “ horse ridden with the same justice : from poor, and building a public conduit in the “ whence it became a proverb, when what market-place. The inscription on the conduit “ ought to be your election was forced upon is as follows. “ Thomas Hobson, late carrier you, to say Hobson's choice.

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66 between London and this town, in his life « morable man stands drawn in fresco at 6 time was at the sole charge of erecting this “ an inn (which he used) in Bishopsgate- structure A.D. 1614. He departed this “ street, with an hundred pound under his “ Life January 1, 1630, and gave by will the

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