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If for a good event the Heav'ns doe please
Men's tongues should become rougher than the seas,

And that th' expence of paper shall be such,
First written, then translated out of Dutch :

Corantoes, diets, packets, newes, more newes,

Which soe much innocent whitenesse doth abuse;
If first the Belgicke pismire must be seene,

Before the Spanish ladie be our queene;
With such successe, and such an end at last,
All's wellcome, pleasant, gratefull, that is past.

Was Heav'ne afray'd to be out-done on Earth, And such an end we pray that you should see,

When thou wert borne great prince, that it broust: A type of that wbich mother Zebedee

Another light to helpe the aged Sunn, [futa Wisht for her sonnes in Heav'n; the prince and you Lest by thy luster he might be out-shone? At either hand of James, (you need not sue)

Or were th’ obsequ.ous starres so joy'd to view He on the right, you on the left, the king

Thee, that they thought their countlesse eres too fer Safe in the mids't, you both invironing.

For such an object; and would needes create Then shall I tell my lord, his word and band A better influence to attend thy state? Are forfeit, till I kisse the princes hand;

Or would the Fates thereby shew to the Earth Then shall I tell the duke, your royall friend

A Cæsar's birth, as once a Cæsar's death? Gave all the other honours, this you earn’d;

And was 't that newes that made pale Cyntbia rur This you have wrought for; this you hammer'd out In so great hast to intercept the Sunn; Like a strong smith, good workman and a stout. And, enviously, so she might gaine thy sight, In this I have a part, in this I see

Would darken him from whom she had her light? Some new addition smiling upon me:

Mysterious prodigies yet sure they be,
Who, in an humble distance, claime a share Prognosticks of a rare prosperity:
In all your greatnesse, what soe ere you are.

For, can thy I fe promise lesse good to men,
Whose birth was th’envy, and the care of Hear've?







hen private men gett sonnes they get a spoode : LET

Without ecclypse, or any starr åt noone: no prophane, ignoble foot tread bere, This hallowed piece of earth, Dorset lyes there:

When kings gett sonnes, they get withall supplses

And succours, farr beyond all subsedyes. A small poore relique of a noble spirit,

Wellcome, God's loane! thou tribute to the state, Free as the air, and ample as his merit: A soul refin'd, no proud forgetting lord,

Thou mony newly coyn'd, thou fleete of plate! But mindful of mean names, and of his word:

Tbrice happy childe! whome God thy father sent Who lov'd men for his bonour, not his ends,

To make him rich without a parliament!
And had the noblest way of getting friends
By loving first, and yet who knew the court,
But understood it better by report
Than practice: he nothing took from thence
But the king's favour for his recompence.
Who, for religion or his countrey's good,


HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, Neither his honour valued, nor his blood.

ON HIS BIRTH-DAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1030, BEING THE Rich in the world's opinion, and men's praise,

And full in all we could desire, but days.
He that is warn’d of this, and shall forbear What I shall leave thee none can tell,
To vent a sigh for bim, or shed a tear,

But all shali say I wish thee well ;
May he live long scorn'd, and inpitied fall,

I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, And want a mourner at his funeral!!

Both bodily and ghostly health:

Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee, 2 This refers to a popular tract published in So much of either may undo thee. 1622, under that title, in favour of the Low Couin- I wish thee learning, not for show, tries, and for the purpose of prejudicing the people Enough for to instruct, and know; of England against the marriage which Villers Not such as gentlemen require, was negotiating when this poem was addressed to To prate at table, or at fire. him. The negotiation was not only disgraceful, I wish thee all thy mother's graces, but unsuccessful:

Thy fatber's fortunes, and his places.

I wish thee friends, and one at court; -αισχρον γαρ ιμιν και προς αισχυνη κακοή. . G. Not to build on, but support;

1 Mr. Gilchrist observes that Corbet's claim to " Alluding to the practice of the spons: at this poem is somewhat doubtful as it occurs in christenings giving spoons to the child as a bapa bishop King's poems. C.

tismal present.



To keep thee, not in doing many

And on the tenth of August, northward bent
Oppressions, but from suffering any.

A journey, not so soon conceiv'd as spent.
I wish thee peace in all thy wayes,

The first halfe day they rode, they light upon
Nor lazy por contentious days;

A noble cleargy host, Kitt Middleton';
And when thy soul and body part,

Who, numb'ring out good dishes with good tales,
As inuocent as now thou art.

The major part o'th'cheere weigh'd downe the scales:
And though the countenance makes the feast, (say


Wee nere found better welcome with worse lookes.

Here wee pay'd thankes and parted; and at night
Had entertainement, all in one man's right?,
At Flore, a village; where our tenant shee,

Sharp as a winter's morning, feirce yet free,

With a leane visage, like a carved face
BORN IN 1573; DIED MARCH 31, 1631. On a court cupboard, offer'd up the place.

Shee pleas'd us well; but, yet, her husband better; He that would write an epitaph for thee,

A harty fellow, and a good bone-setter 3. And do it well, must first begin to be

Now, whether it were providence or lucke, Such as thou wert; for none can truly know Whether the keeper's or the stealer's bucke, Thy worth, thy life, but he that hath liv'd so. There wee had ven’son ; such as Virgill slew He must have wit to spare, and to hurl down When he would feast Æneas and bis crew. Enongh to keep the gallants of the town;

Here wee consum'd a day; and the third morre He must have learning plenty, both the laws To Daintry with a land-wind were wee borne. Civil and common, to judge any cause;

It was the market and the lecture-day, Divinity great store, above the rest,

Por lecturers sell sermons, as the lay Not of the last edition, but the best.

Doe sheep and oxen ; bave their seasons just He must bave language, travel, all the arts, For both their marketts: there wee dranke downe Judgment to use, or else be wants thy parts:

dust. He must have friends the highest, able to do, In th' interim comes a most officious drudge“, Such as Mecænas and Augustus too.

His face and gowne drawne out with the same budge; He must have such a sickness, such a death, His pendent pouch), which was both large and wide, Or else bis vain descriptions come beneath. Lookt like a letters-patent by his side: Who then shall write an epitaph for thee,

He was as awfull, as he had bin sent
He must be dead first; let 't alone for me,

From Moses with th' elev'nth commandement;
And one of us be sought; a sonne Flore
He must bid stand, and challendge for an hower.

The doctors both were quitted of that feare,

The one was hoarce, the other was not there;
Wherefore him of the two he seazed, best
Able to answere him of all the rest :

Because hee neede but ruminate that ore

Which he had chew'd the Sabbath-day before.

And though he were resolv'd to doe him right, SHE DIED OCTOBER THE 2D, ANNO 1634,

For Mr. Bayley's sake, and Mr. Wright,

Yet he dissembled that the mace did erre; (FROM MSS. HARL No. 464.)

That he nor deacon was, nor minister. Here, or not many feet from hence,

No! quoth the serjeant; sure then, by relation, The virtue lies call'd Patience.

You have a licence, sir, or toleration :

And if you have no orders 'tis the better, Sickness and Death did do her honour

So you have Dod's Præcepts, or Cleaver's Letter. By loosing paine and feare upon her.

Thus looking on his mace, and urging still 'T is true they forst her to a grave,

Twas Mr. Wright's and Mr. Bayley's will That's all the triumph that they have

That hee should mount; at last he condiscended A silly one-Retreat o'er night Proves conquest in the morning-fight:

To stopp the gapp; and so the treaty ended.

The sermon pleas’d, and, when we were to dine, She will rise up against them both

Wee all had preacher's wages, thankes and wine. All sleep, believe it, is not sloth.

Our next day's stage was Lutterworth, a towne
And, thou that read'st her elegie,

Not willing to be noted or sett downe
Take something of her historie:
She had one husband and one sonne;
Ask who they were, and then have doune.

At Aston on the Wall, in Northamptonshire, where Christopher Middleton, as rector, accounted for the first-fruits Oct. 12th, 1612; and was bu

ried Feb. 5th, 1627. G. ITER BOREALE.

By the right of Dr. Leonard Hutton, a man of

some note in his day, the fellow-collegian and subFoure clerkes of Oxford, docters two, and two

sequent father-in-law of bisbop Corbet. G. That would be docters, baving lesse to do

3 A note in the old copies informs us that his With Augustine than with Galen in vacation, name was Ned Ilale. G. Chang'd studyes, and turn'd bookes to recreation: * A sergeant. Edit. 1648. G.






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By any traveller; for, when w' had bin

So did they not bailde opwards, but digg thorough, Through at both ends, wee could not finde an inne: As hermitts caves, or conyes do their borough : Yet, for the church sake, turne and light we must, Great underminers sure as any where; Hoping to see one dramme of Wickliff's dust; Tis thought the powder-traitors practis'd there. But we found none: for underneath the pole Would you not thinke the men stood ou their heads, Noe more rests of his body then his soule.

When gardens cover howses there, like leades; Abused martyr! how hast thou bin torne

And on the chymneyes topp the mayd may know
By two wilde factions ! first, the Papists burne Whether ber pottage boyle or not, below;
Thy bones for hate; the Puritans, in zeale, There cast in bearbes, and salt, or bread; their meate
They sell thy marble, and thy brasse they steale. Contented rather with the smoake then heate?
A parson mett us there, who had good store This was the Rocky-Parish ; higher stood
Of livings, some say, but of manners more; Churches and houses, buildings stone and wood;
In whose streight chearefull age a jnan might see Crosses not yet demolish't; and our Ladye
Well governd fortune, bounty wise and free. With ber armes on, embracing her whole baby.
He was our guide to Leister, save one mile, Where let us note, though those are northerne parts,
There was his dwelling, where we stay'd a while, The crosse finds in them more than southerne hearts
Aud dranke stale beere, I thinke was never new, The castle's next; but what shall I report
Which the dun wench that brought it us did brew. Of that which is a ruine, was a fort?
And now we are at Leister, where we shall The gates two statues keepe, which gyants ' are,
Leape ore six steeples, and one hospitall

To whome it seemes committed was the care
Twice told; but those great landmarkes I referr Of the whole downfall. If it be your fault ;
To Camden's eye, England's chorographer. If you are guilty ; may king David's vault,
Let me observe that almesmans heraldrye, Or Mortimer's darke bole", contain you both!
Who being ask'd, what Henry that should be A just reward for so prophane a sloth.
That was their founder, duke of Lancaster, And if hereafter tidings shall be brought
Answerd: "'Twas John of Gaunt, l'assure you, sir;" of any place or office to be bought,
And so confuted all the walles, which sayd And the left lead, or unwedg'd timber yet
Henry of Grisemond this foundation layd.

Shall pass by your consent to purchase it;
The next thing to be noted was our cheere, May your deformed bulkes endure the edge
Enlarg'd, with seav'ne and sixpence bread and becre! Of axes, feele the beetle and the wedge!
But, oh you wretched tapsters as you are, May all the ballads be call'd in and dye,
Who reckon by our number, not your ware, Which sing the warrs of Colebrand and sir Guy!
And sett false figures for all companyes,

Oh you that doe Guild-hall and Holmeby keepe Abusing innocent meales with oathes and lyes; Soe carefully, when both the founders sleepe, Forbeare your coos 'nage to divines that come, You are good giants, and partake no shame Least they be thought to drinke up all your summe. With those two worthlesse trunkes of Nottinghame: Spare not the laity in your reckoning thus, Looke to your severall charges; wee must goe, But sure your theft is scandalous to us.

Though greiv'd at heart to leave a castle so. Away, my Muse, from this base subject, know The Bull-head is the word, and we must eate; Thy Pegasus nere strooke his foote soe low. Noe sorrow can descend soe deepe as meate: Is not th' usurping Richard buryed here,

So to the inne we come; where our best cheere That king of hate, and therefore slave of feare ; Was, that his grace of Yorke had lodged there : Dragg'd from the fatall feild Bosworth, where he He was objected to us when we call, Lost life, and, what he liv‘d for,--cruelty?

Or dislike ought : “My lord's grace" answers all:
Search; find his name: but there is none. Oh kings!“ He was contented with this bed, this dyett."
Remember whence your power and vastnesse springs; That keepes our discontented stomackes quiett.
If not as Richard now, so shall you be;

The inne-keeper was old, fourescore allmost,
Who hath no tonbe, but scorne and memorye. Indeede an embleme rather then an host;
And though that Woolsey from bis store might save In whome we read how God and Time decree
A pallace, or a colledge for his grave,

To honour thrifty ostlers, such as he.
Yet there he lyes interred, as if all

For in the stable first he did begin ; Of him to be remembred were bis fall.

Now see he is sole lord of the whole inne: Nothing but earth to earth, no pompeous waight Mark the encrease of straw and hay, and how, Upon him, but a pibble or a quaite.

By thrift, a bottle may become a mow. If thou art thus neglected, what shall wes Marke him, all you that have the golden itch, Hope after death, who are but shreads of thee? All whome God hath condemned to be rich". Hold! William calls to horse; William is he, Who, though he never saw threescore and three, 6 The figure in these lipes is taken from the fire Ore-reckons us in age, as he before

church of St. Mary's, Nottingham, in which tbe la drink, and will baite nothing of foure score: long chancel and nave with the tower in the mik And he commands, as if the warrant came resemble the object of the bishop's metaphor. The From the great earle himselfe of Nottingham. castle mentioned in the succeeding lines has spe There we crost Trent, and on the other side risbed 'mid the wreck of things that were." G. Prayd to St. Andrew; and up hill we ride. Where we observ'd the cunning men, like moles,

? Guy and Colebrand. G. Dwell not in howses, but were earth't in holes ;

8 Where David king of the Scots was kept pri

soner. G. 5 Students of Christ-Church College, Oxford,

9 Which is within the castle. G. which, as well as Whitehall, the “palace before 10 “ He that maketh haste to be rich shall not be mentioned, was founded by Wolsey. G.

innocent." Proverbs xxviji, ver. 90. G.

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Farwell, glad father of thy daughter Maris, Twas night, and the swifte horses of the Sunne
Thou ostler-phenix, thy example rare is.

Two houres before our jades their race had runn;
We are for Newarke after this sad talke; Noe pilott Moone, nor any such kinde starre
And whither tis noe journey, but a walke.

As governd those wise men that came from farre
Nature is wanton there, and the high-way

To holy Bethlem; such lights bad there bin, Seem'd to be private, though it open lay;

They would have soone convay'd us to an inne; As if some swelling lawyer, for his health,

But all were wandring-stars; and we, as they, Or frantick usurer, to tame his wealth,

Were taught noe course, but to ride on and stray. Had chosen out ten miles by Trent, to trye When (oh the fate of darknesse, who hath tride it) Two great effects of art and industry.

Here our whole fleete is scatter'd and divided ;
The ground we trodd was meddow, fertile land, And now we labour more to meete, than erst
New trimm'd and levell’d by the mower's hand; We did to lodge; the last cry drownes the first :
Above it grew a roke, rude, steepe, and high, Our voyces are all spent, and they that follow
Which claimes a kind of reverence from the eye: Can now no longer track us by the hollow;
Betwixt them both there glides a lively streame, They curse the formost, we the hindmost, both
Not loud, but swifte: Mæander was a theme Accusing with like passion, hast, and sloth.
Crooked and rough ; but had the poetts seene At last, upon a little towne we fall,
Straight, even Trent, it had immortall bin. Where some call drinke, and some a candle call :
This side the open plaine admitts the sunne Unhappy we, such stragglers as we are
To halfe the river; there did silver runne:

Admire a candle oftner then a starre:
The other halfe ran clowdes; where the curl'd wood We care not for those glorious lampes a loofe,
With his exalted head threaten'd the floude. Give us a tallow-light and a dry roofe.
Here could I wish us ever passing by

And now we have a guide we cease to chafe,
And never past ; now Newarke is too nigh : And now w' have time to pray the rest be safe.
And as a Christmas seemes a day but short, Our guide before cryes come, and we the while
Deluding time with revells and good sport; Ride blindfold, and take bridges for a stile :
So did these beauteous mixtures us beguile, Till at the last we overcame the darke,
And the whole twelve, being travail’d, seem'd a mile. And spight of night and errour hitt the marke.
Now as the way was sweet, soe was the end ; Some halfe howre after enters the whole tayle,
Our passage easy, and our prize a friend", As if they were committed to the jayle:
Whome there we did enjoy; and for whose sake, The constable, that tooke them thus divided,
As for a purer kinde of coyne, men make

Made them seeme apprehended, and not guided :
Us liberall welcome; with such harmony

Where, wben we had our fortunes both detested, As the whole towne had bin his family,

Compassion made us friends, and so we rested.
Mine host of the next inne did not repine

Twas quickly morning, though by our short stay
That we preferr'd the Heart, and past his signe : We could not find that we had lesse to pay.
And where we lay, the host and th' hostesse faine All travellers, this heavy judgement heare:
Would shew our love was aym'd at, not their gaine: “ A handsome hostesse makes the reckoning deare;"
The very beggars were s' ingenious,

Her smiles, her wordes, your purses must requite
They rather prayd for him, than begg'd of us.

And, soe the doctor's friends will please to stay, And every wellcome from her, adds an item.
The Puritans will let the organs play.

Glad to be gon from thence at any rate,
Would they pull downe the gallery, builded new, For Bosworth we are horst: bebold the state
With the church-wardens' seat and Burleigh-pew, Of mortall men! Foule Errour is a mother,
Newarke, for light and beauty, might compare And, pregnant once, doth soone bring forth an other:
With any church, but wbat cathedralls are. We, who last night did learne to loose our way,
To this belongs a vicar", who succeeded

Are perfect since, and farther out next day.
The friend I mention'd; such a one there needed; And in a forrest '' having travell’d sore,
A man whose tongue and life is eloquent,

Like wandring Bevis ere he found the bore;
Able to charme those mutinous heads of Trent, Or as some love-sick lady oft hath donne,
And urge the canon home, when they conspire Ere shee was rescued by the knight of th' Sunne:
Against the crosse and bells with swords and fire. Soe are we lost, and meete no comfort theu
There stood a castle, too; they shew us here But carts and horses, wiser then the men.
The roome where the king slep't, the window where Which is the way? They neyther speake nor point;
He talk't with such a lord, how long be staid Their tongues and fingers both were out of joynt:
In his discourse, and all, but what he said. Such monsters by Coal-Orton bankes there sitt,
From hence, without a perspective, we see

After their resurrection from the pitt.
Bever and Lincolne, where we faine would bee; Whilst in this mill wee labour and turne round
But that our purse and horses both are bound As in a conjurer's circle, William found
Within the circuite of a narrower ground.

A menes for our deliverance: “Turne your cloakes,"
Our purpose is all homeward, and twas time Quoth he, “ for Puck is busy in these oakes :
At parting to have witt, as well as rime;

If ever ye at Bosworth will be found,
Full three a clock, and twenty miles to ride, Then turne your cloakes, for this is Fayry-ground."
Will aske a speedy horse, and a sure guide; But, ere this witchcraft was perform'd, we mett
We wanted both : and Loughborow may glory, A very man, who had no cloven feete;
Errour hath made it famous in our story.

Though William, still of little faith, doth doubt

Tis Robin, or some sprite that walkes about: 11 Dr. Jucks. G. 12 Mr. Edward Mason.--MS. 1625. G.

13 Leister forrest. G.

“Strike him," quoth he, “and it will turne to ayre; Of Guy and his devotions; who there stands Crosse your selves thrice and strike it. “Strike that Ugly and huge, more then a man on's hands : dare,”

His helmet steele, his gorgett mayl, his sheild Thought I, “ for sure this massy forrester Braas, made the chappell fearefull as a feild. In stroakes will prove the better conjurer.” And let this answere all the pope's complaints ; But 't was a gentle keeper, one that knew We sett up gyants though we pull downe saintes. Humanity, and manners where they grew; Beyond this, in the roadway as we went, And rode along soe farr till he could say,

A pillar stands, where this Colossus leant; “See yonder Bosworth stands, and this your way." Where he would sigh and love, and, for hearts ease, And now when we had swett 'twixt sunn and sunn, Oftimes write verses (some say) such as these : And eight miles long to thirty broad had spun; “ Here will I languish in this silly bower, We learne the just proportion from hence

Whilst my true love triumphes in yon high tower." Of the diameter and circumference.

No olher hinderance now, but we may passe That night yet made amends; our meat and sheetes Cleare to our inne: oh there an hostesse was, Were farr above the promise of those streetes; To whome the castle and the dun cow are Those bowses, that were tilde with straw and mosse, Sights after dinner; she is morning ware. Profest but weake repaire for that day's losse Her whole behaviour borrowed was, and mixt, Of patience: yet this outside lets us know, Halfe foole, halfe puppet, and her pace betwist The worthyest things make not the bravest show: Measure and jigge; her court'sy was an honour; The shott was easy; and what concernes us more, Her gate, as if her neighbour bad out-gon her. The way was so; mine host doth ride before. She was barrd up in whale-bones which doe leese Mine host was full of ale and history;

None of the whale's length; for they reach'd her And on the morrow when he brought us nigh

knees : Where the two Roses 14 joyn'd, you would suppose Off with her head, and then she hath a middle: Chaucer nere made the Romant of the Rose. As her wast stands, she lookes like the new fiddle, Heare him. “ See ye yon wood ? There Richard lay, The favorite Theorbo, (truth to tell ye,) With his whole army : looke the other way, Whose neck and throat are deeper then the belly. And loe where Richmond in a bed of goisse Have you seene monkyes chain'd about the loynes, Encampt himselfe ore night, and all his force : Or pottle-potts with rings ? Just soe she joynes Upon this hill they mett.” Why, he could tell Her selfe together: a dressing she doth love The inch where Richmond stood, where Richard fell: In a small print below, and text above. Besides what of his knowledge he could say, What though her name be King, yet 't is noe treason, He had authenticke notice from the play;

Nor breach of statute, for to aske the reason Which I might guesse, by's mustring up the ghost, of her brancht ruffe, a cubit every poke; And policyes, not incident to hosts ;

I'seeme to wound her, but she strook the stroke But cheifly by that one perspicuous thing,

At our departure; and our worshipps there Where he mistooke a player for a king.

Pay'd for our titles deare as any where : For when he would have sayd, “King Richard dyed, Though beadles and professors both have done, And call'd-A horse! a horse !"-he, “ Burbidge” | Yet every inne claimes augmentation. cry'de is.

Please you walke ont and see the castle"?! Come, Howere his talke, his company pleas'd well; The owner saith, it is a scholler's home; His mare went truer than his chronicle;

A place of strength and health : in the san e fort, And even for conscience sake, unspurr'd, unbeaten, You would conceive a castle and a court. Brought us six miles, and turn'd tayle at Nuneaten. The orchards, gardens, rivers, and the aire, From thence to Coventry, where we scarcely dine; Doe with the trenches, rampires, walls, compare: Our stomackes only warm'd with zeale and wine : It seemes nor art nor force can intercept it, And then, as if we were predestin'd forth,

As if a lover built, a souldier kept it. Like Lot from Sodoine, iy to Killingworth. Up to the tower, though it be steepe and high, The keeper of the castle was from home,

We doe not climbe but walke; and though the eye Soe that halfe mile we lost; yet when we come Seeme to be weary, yet our feet are still An host receiv'd us there, wee'l nere deny him, In the same posture cozen'd up the hill: My lord of Leister's man; the parson by him, And thus the workeman's art deceaves our sence, Who had no other proofe to testify

Making those rounds of pleasure a defence.
He serv'd the Lord, but age and' baudery 16, As we desccnd, the lord of all this frame,
Away, for shame, why should foure miles devide The honourable chancellour, towards us came is.
Warwicke and us? They that have horses ride. Above the hill there blew a gentle breath,
A short mile from the towne, an humble shrine Yet now we see a gentler gale beneath.
At foote of an high rock consists, in signe

The phrase and wellcome of this knight did make
The seat more elegant; every word he spake

Was wine and musick, which he did expose 14 Bosworth field. Edit. 1648. G.

To us, if all our art could censure those. 15 From this passage we learn that Richard Bur- With him there was a prelate”, by bis place bage, the alter Roscius of Camden, was the original Arch-deacon to the byshopp, by his face representative of Shakespeare's Richard the Third. A greater man; for that did counterfeit

He was buried in the parish of St. Leonard, Lord abbot of some convent standing yet, Shoreditch, as Mr. Chalmers discovered, on the 16th of March, 1618-19. G.

17 Warwick castle. Edit. 1648. G. 16 The clerical profligate thus gibbeted for the example of posterity was John Bust, inducted the

18 Fulke Greville, lord Brooke, G. 8th of April, 1611. G.

14 Arch deacon Burton. Edit. 1648. G.

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