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Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go
HERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt,
16 sepulcher'd] So accented in Shakesp. Rape of Lucrece.
1 Hobson] Seven Champions of Christendom, p. 50. 'Is Hobson there, or Dawson, or Tom Long? Ellis's Lett. on Engl. History, 1st Ser. iii. 207. Our Hobson and the rest should have been forbidden.' Taylor's (W. Poet.) Works, fol. part ii. p. 188. Oh! quoth hee, I could have gone thither with my neighbour Hobson on foot, like a foole as I was, and I might have rid backe upon my neighbour Johson's mare, like an asse as I am.'
Dodg'd with him betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
And thinking now his journey's end was come,
Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night,
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
While he might still jog on and keep his trot,
Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
Too long vacation hasten'd on his term.
Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd,
Only remains this superscription.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
WHAT slender youth bedew'd with liquid odours Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable
Unmindful. Hapless they
T'whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me, in my vow'd Picture, the sacred wall declares t' have hung My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern God of sea.
Scraps from Prise Wentury's
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
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BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of LEOGECIA.
GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rowling spheres, and thro' the deep; On thy third reign the earth look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest, thou bidd'st me seek, What certain seat, where I may worship thee 5 For aye, with temples vow'd, and virgin quires.
2 rowling spheres] Tickell and Fenton read lowring spheres.'
To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night.
BRUTUS, far to the west, in th' ocean wide,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
AH Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
THEN past he to a flow'ry mountain green, Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously: