Mr. G. I'll buy thee of him-stop his mouth Think'st thou 'twill do? [with gold Mrs. G. Oh me! heavens grant it would! Yet now my senses are set more in tune; He writ, as I remember, in his letter, That he, in riding up and down, had spent, Ere he could find me, thirty pound.-Send that; Stand not on thirty with him. Mr.G.Forty, Prue-say thou the word,'tis done. We venture lives for wealth, but must do more To keep our wives.-Thirty or forty, Prue? Mrs. G. Thirty, good sweet! Than one of the Counters does. Men pay more dear So does a prisoner; with fine honied speech, To lie in a clean chamber. But when he has no money, then does he try, To make the keepers trust him. Sir Adam. Say they do. Sir Alex. Then he's a graduate. Sir Alex. Then is he held a freshman and a sot, And never shall commence, but being still barr'd, Be expulsed from the master's side to the TwoOr else i'the Holebeg placed. [penny ward, Sir Ad. When then, I pray, proceeds a prisoner? Sir Alex. When, money being the theme, He can dispute with his hard creditors' hearts, And get out clear, he's then a master of arts. Sir Davy, send your son to Wood-street college; A gentleman can nowhere get more knowledge. Sir Dav. These gallants study hard. Sir Alex. True, to get money. Sir Dav. Lies by the heels, i'faith! thanksthanks I ha' sent For a couple of bears shall paw him. DEVOTION TO LOVE. FROM THE PLAY OF "BLURT, MASTER-CONSTABLE.” O, HAPPY persecution, I embrace thee When I call back my vows to Violetta, He that truly loves, But, singing in the morning's ear, she weeps, INDIGNATION AT THE SALE OF A WIFE'S HONOUR. FROM THE PHOENIX. Or all deeds yet this strikes the deepest wound Reverend and honourable matrimony, But, if chaste and honest, That whispering separation every minute, LAW. FROM THE PHOENIX, THOU angel sent amongst us, sober Law, Save only to be heard, but not to rail- And rarely put it from them-rate the presenters, This is true justice, exercised and used; To send a man without a sheet to his grave, 'Tis not their mind it should be, nor to have Robert, Duke of Normandy, eldest son of William the Conqueror, on his return from the crusades was imprisoned by Henry I. in Cardiff Castle. He thus describes a walk with his keeper, previous to his eyes being put out. As bird in cage debarr'd the use of wings, Where as a prisoner though I did remain ; CHARLES FITZGEFFREY, [Died, 1636.] CHARLES FITZGEFFREY was rector of the parish of St. Dominic, in Cornwall. TO POSTERITY. FROM ENGLAND'S PARNASSUS. 1600. DAUGHTER of Time, sincere Posterity, Yet changeable (like Proteus) on the earth, Unpartial judge of all, save present state, Whom all desire, yet never one could see. Doth leave his honey-limed delicious bowers, More richly wrought than prince's stately towers, Waving his silken wings amid the air, And to the verdant gardens makes repair. First falls he on a branch of sugar'd thyme, Then on the budding rosemary doth light, So in the May-tide of his summer age FROM FITZGEFFREY'S LIFE OF SIR FRANCIS Leaving his country for his country's sake; DRAKE. 1596. Look how the industrious bee in fragrant May, When Flora gilds the earth with golden flowers, Inveloped in her sweet perfumed array, Loathing the life that cowardice doth stain, Preferring death, if death might honour gain. BEN JONSON. [Born, 1574. Died, 1637.] TILL Mr. Gilchrist and Mr. Gifford stood forward in defence of this poet's memory, it had become an established article of literary faith that his personal character was a compound of spleen, surliness, and ingratitude. The proofs of this have been weighed and found wanting. It is true that he had lofty notions of himself, was proud even to arrogance in his defiance of censure, and in the warmth of his own praises of himself was scarcely surpassed by his most zealous admirers; but many fine traits of honour and affection are likewise observable in the portrait of character, and the charges of malice and jealousy his that have been heaped on his name for an hundred years, turn out to be without foundation. In the quarrel with Marston and Dekker his culpability is by no means evident. He did not receive benefits from Shakspeare, and did not sneer at him in the passages that have been taken to prove his ingratitude; and instead of envying that great poet, he gave him his noblest praise; nor did he trample on his contemporaries, but liberally commended them*. With regard to Inigo Jones, with whom he quarrelled, it appears to have been Jonson's intention to have consigned his satires on that eminent man to oblivion; but their enmity, as his editor has shown, began upon the part of the architect, who, when the poet was poor and bed-ridden, meanly resented the fancied affront of Jonson's name being put before his own to a masque, which they had jointly prepared, and used his influence to do * The names of Shakspeare, Drayton, Donne, Chapman. Fletcher, Beaumont, May, and Browne, which almost exhaust the poetical catalogue of the time, are the separate and distinct subjects of his praise. His unkindness to Daniel seems to be the only exception. him an injury at court. As to Jonson's envying Shakspeare, men, otherwise candid and laborious in the search of truth, seem to have had the curse of the Philistines imposed on their understandings and charities the moment they approached the subject. The fame of Shakspeare himself became an heir-loom of traditionary calumnies against the memory of Jonson; the fancied relics of his envy were regarded as so many pious donations at the shrine of the greater poet, whose admirers thought they could not dig too deeply for trophies of his glory among the ruins of his imaginary rival's reputation. If such inquirers as Reed and Malone went wrong upon this subject, it is too severe to blame the herd of literary labourers for plodding in their footsteps; but it must excite regret as well as wonder that a man of pre-eminent living geniust should have been one of those quos de tramite recto Impia sacrilega flexit contagio turbæ, and should have gravely drawn down Jonson to a parallel with Shadwell, for their common traits of low society, vulgar dialect, and intemperance. Jonson's low society comprehended such men as Selden, Camden, and Cary. Shadwell (if we may trust to Rochester's account of him) was probably rather profligate than vulgar; while either of Jonson's vulgarity or indecency in his recorded conversations there is not a trace. But they both wore great-coats-Jonson drank canary, and Shadwell swallowed opium. “There is a river in Macedon, and there is, moreover, a river at Monmouth." The grandfather of Ben Jonson was originally of Annandale, in Scotland, from whence he removed to Carlisle, and was subsequently in the service of Henry VIII. The poet's father, who | lost his estate under the persecution of Queen Mary, and was afterwards a preacher, died a month before Benjamin's birth, and his widow married a master bricklayer of the name of Fowler. Benjamin, through the kindness of a friend, was educated at Westminster, and obtained an exhibition to Cambridge; but it proved insufficient for his support. He therefore returned from the university to his father-inlaw's house and humble occupation; but disliking the latter, as may be well conceived, he repaired as a volunteer to the army in Flanders, and in the campaign which he served there distinguished himself, though yet a stripling, by killing an enemy in single combat, in the presence of both armies. From thence he came back to * [Their enmity began in the very early part of their connexion; for in the complete copy of Drummond's Notes there are several allusions to this hostility. Inigo had the best retaliation in life-but Jonson has it now, and for ever.] England, and betook himself to the stage for support; at first, probably, as an actor, though undoubtedly very early as a writer. At this period he was engaged in a second single combat which threatened to terminate more disastrously than the former; for having been challenged by some player to fight a duel with the sword, he killed his adversary indeed, but was severely wounded in the encounter, and thrown into prison for murder. There the assiduities of a catholic priest made him a convert to popery, and the miseries of a gaol were increased to him by the visitation of spies; sent, no doubt in consequence of his change to a faith of which the bare name was at that time nearly synonymous with the suspicion of treason. He was liberated however, after a short imprisonment, without a trial. At the distance of twelve years, he was restored to the bosom of his mother church. Soon after his release, he thought proper to marry, although his circumstances were far from promising, and he was only in his twentieth year. In his two-and-twentieth year he rose to considerable popularity, by the comedy of Every Man in his Humour, which, two years after, became a still higher favourite with the public, when the scene and names were shifted from Italy to England, in order to suit the manners of the piece, which had all along been native. It is at this renovated appearance of his play (1598) that his fancied obligations to Shakspeare for drawing him out of obscurity have been dated; but it is at this time that he is pointed out by Meres as one of the most distinguished writers of the age. The fame of his Every Man out of his Humour drew Queen Elizabeth to its representation, whose early encouragement of his genius is commemorated by Lord Falkland. It was a fame, however, which, according to his own account, had already exposed him to envy-Marston and Dekker did him this homage. He lashed them in his Cynthia's Revels, and anticipated their revenge in the Poetaster. Jonson's superiority in the contest can scarcely be questioned; but the Poetaster drew down other enemies on its author than those with whom he was at war. His satire alluded to the follies of soldiers, and the faults of lawyers. The former were easily pacified, but the lawyers adhered to him with their wonted tenacity; and it became necessary for the poet to clear himself before the lord chief justice. In our own days, the fretfulness of resenting professional derision has been deemed unbecoming even the magnanimity of tailors. Another proof of the slavish subjection of the stage in those times is to be found soon after the accession of King James, when the authors of Eastward Hoe were committed to prison for some satirical reflections on the Scotch nation, which that comedy contained. Only Marston and Chapman, who had framed the offensive passages, |