But lately finding him fo 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 chamberlin

Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, 15
Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light:

If any ask for him, it fhall be faid, "
Hobfon has fupt, and's newly gone to bed.

XII.

Another on the fame.

HERE lieth one, who did moft truly prove

That he could never die while he could move ;

So hung his destiny, never to rot

While he might still jogg 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
"Gainft old truth) motion number'd out his time:
And like an engin mov'd with wheel and weight,
His principles being ceas'd, he ended strait.

"rent of feven Lays of pasture-ground lying
" in St. Thomas's Lays towards the mainte-

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"nance of this conduit for ever.
"at his death he gave rol. towards the further
"beautifying

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 haften'd on his term.

Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd,

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Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd;
Nay, quoth he, on his fwooning bed out-stretch'd,
If I mayn't carry, fure I'll ne'er be fetch'd,

But vow, though the cross doctors all flood hearers,
For one carrier put down to make fix bearers.
Eafe was his chief disease, and to judge right,
He dy'd for heaviness that his cart went light:
His leifure told him that his time was come,
And lack of load made his life burdenfome,
That ev'n to his last breath (there be that say't)
As he were prefs'd to death, he cry'd more weight;
But had his doings lafted as they were,
He had been an immortal carrier.
Obedient to the moon he spent his date
In courfe reciprocal, and had his fate

"beautifying the fame." I cannot fay much
in commendation of these verses upon his

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death: they abound with that fort of wit,
which was then in request at Cambridge.
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This

Link'd to the mutual flowing of the feas,

Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increase: His letters are deliver'd all and gone,

Only remains this fuperfcription.

XIII.

L'ALLEGRO.

HENCE loathed Melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,

In Stygian cave forlorn