CHAPTER CII. P. I.—p. 180. MORE CONCERNING THE AFORESAID TOBACCONIST. I doubt nothing at all but that you shall like the man every day better than other; for verily I think he lacketh not of those qualities which should become any honest man to have, over and besides the gift of nature wherewith God hath above the common rate endued him.-ARCHBISHOP CRANMER. CHAPTER CIII. P. I.-p. 199. A FEW PARTICULARS CONCERNING NO. 113 BISHOPSGATE-STREETWITHIN; AND OF THE FAMILY AT THAXTED GRANGE. Opinion is the rate of things, From hence our peace doth flow; I have a better fate than kings, CATHARINE PHILIPS. CHAPTER CIV. P. I.-p. 204. A REMARKABLE EXAMPLE, SHOWING THAT A WISE MAN, WHEN HE RISES IN THE MORNING, LITTLE KNOWS WHAT HE MAY DO BEFORE NIGHT. Now I love, And so as in so short a time I may; Yet so as time shall never break that so, ROBERT GREENE. CHAPTER CV. P. I.-p. 208. A WORD OF NOBS, AND AN ALLUSION TO CESAR-SOME CIRCUMSTANCES RELATING TO THE DOCTOR'S SECOND LOVE, WHEREBY THOSE OF HIS THIRD AND LAST ARE ACCOUNTED FOR. Un mal que se entra por medio los ojos, Y va se derecho hasta el corazon; Alli en ser llegado se torna aficion, Y da mil pesares, plazeres enojos: Causa alegrias, tristezas, antojos; Haze cantar, y haze plañir, Da pensamientos dos mil a manojos. QUESTION DE AMOR. INTERCHAPTER XII.-p. 213. THE AUTHOR REGRETS THAT HE CANNOT MAKE HIMSELF KNOWN TO CERTAIN READERS; STATES THE POSSIBLE REASONS FOR HIS SECRESY; MAKES NO USE IN SO DOING OF THE LICENSE WHICH HE SEEMS TO TAKE OUT IN HIS MOTTO; AND STATING THE PRETENCES WHICH HE ADVANCES FOR HIS WORK, DISCLAIMING THE WHILE ALL MERIT FOR HIMSELF, MODESTLY PRESENTS THEM UNDER A GRECIAN VEIL. THE DOCTOR, &c. CHAPTER LIX. P. I. SHOWING WHAT THAT QUESTION WAS WHICH WAS ANSWERED BEFORE IT WAS ASKED. Chacun a són stile; le mien, comine vouz voyez, n'est pas laconique.-ME. DE SEVIGNE. IN reporting progress upon the subject of the preceding chapter, it appears that the question asked concerning the question that was answered, was not itself answered in that chapter; so that it still remains to be explained what it was that was so obvious as to require no other answer than the answer that was there given; whether it was the reason why there is no portrait of Dr. Daniel Dove, or the reason why Horrebow, if he had been the author of this book, would simply have said that there was none, and have said nothing more about it. The question which was answered related to Horrebow. He would have said nothing more about the matter, because he would have thought there was nothing more to say; or because he agreed with Britain's old rhyming Remembrancer, that although "More might be said hereof to make a proof, But if there be readers who admire a style of such barren brevity, I must tell them in the words of Estienne Pasquier that je fais grande conscience d'alambiquer mon esprit en telle espece d'escrite pour leur complaire. Do they take me for a bottle conjurer that I am to compress myself into a quart, wine merchants' measure, and be corked down? I must have " ample room and verge enough"-a large canvass such as Haydon requires, and as Rubens required before him. When I pour out nectar for my guests it must be into It is true I might have contented myself with merely saying there is no portrait of my venerable friend; and the benevolent reader would have been satisfied with the information, while at the same time he wished there had been one, and perhaps involuntarily sighed at thinking there was not. But I have duties to perform; first, to the memory of my most dear philosopher and friend; secondly, to myself; thirdly, to posterity, which in this matter I cannot conscientiously prefer either to myself or my friend; fourthly, to the benevolent reader who delighteth in this book, and consequently loveth me therefore, and whom therefore I love, though, notwithstanding here is love for love between us, we know not each other now, and never shall! fourthly, I say to the benevolent reader, or rather readers, utriusque generis; and fifthly, to the public for the time being. "England expects every man to do his duty;" and England's expectation would not be disappointed if every Englishman were to perform his as faithfully and fully as I will do mine. Mark me, reader, it is only of my duties to England, and to the parties above mentioned that I speak; other duties I am accountable for elsewhere. God forbid that I should ever speak of them in this strain, or ever think of them otherwise than in humility and fear! CHAPTER IX. P. I. SHOWING CAUSE WHY THE QUESTION WHICH WAS NOT ASKED OUGHT TO BE ANSWERED. Nay in troth I talk but coarsely, But I hold it comfortable for the understanding. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. "WHAT, more buffoonery!" says the honourable Fastidious Feeblewit, who condescends to act occasionally as small critic to the court journal-"what, still more of this buffoonery!" Yes, sir-vous ne recevrez de moy, sur le commencement et milieu de celuy-cy mien chapitre que bouffonnerie; et toutesfois bouffonnerie qui porte quant à soy une philosophie et contemplation generale de la vanité de ce monde.”* Pasquier. "More absurdities still!" says Lord Makemotion Ganderman- more and more absurdities!" 66 'Ay, my lord!" as the Gracioso says in one of Calderon's plays "¿sino digo lo que quiero "Ay, my lord!" as the old Spaniard says in his national poesy, "Mas, y mas, y mas, y mas," more, and more, and more, and more. You may live to learn what vaunted maxims of your political philosophy are nothing else than absurdities in masquerade; what old and exploded follies there are, which, with a little vamping and varnishing, pass for new and wonderful discoveries; What a world of businesses Which by interpretation are mere nothings!* This you may live to learn. As for my absurdities, they may seem very much beneath your sapience; but when I say ha nuga seria ducunt, (for a trite quotation when well set is as good as one that will be new to everybody,) let me add, my lord, that it will be well both for you and your country, if your practical absurdities do not draw after them consequences of a very different die! No, my lord, as well as ay, my lord Never made man of woman born "More fooling," exclaims Dr. Dense: he takes off his spectacles, lays them on the table beside him, with a look of despair, and applies to the snuffbox for consolation. It is a capacious box, and the doctor's servant takes care that his master shall never find in it a deficiency of the best rappee. "More fooling!" says that worthy doctor. Fooling, say you, my learned Dr. Dense? Chiabrera will tell you "che non è ria Una gentil follia," my erudite and good doctor; But do you know what fooling is? true fooling The circumstances that belong unto it? For every idle knave that shows his teeth, Wants, and would live, can juggle, tumble, fiddle, Make a dog face, or can abuse his fellow, Is not a fool at first dash.‡ Beaumont and Fletcher. † Peele. Beaumont and Fletcher. |