Love has no plea against her eye: But if her milder influence move, Epitaph upon Husband and Wife, who died and were buried together. To these, whom death again did wed, Because they both liv'd but one life. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot that love could tie. Whose day shall never die in night. The lines inclosed in brackets are in no printed edition; they were found in a MS. copy, and are perhaps not Crashaw's. SIDNEY GODOLPHIN, Younger brother of the treasurer Godolphin. His character is very minutely drawn by lord Clarendon, in his account of his own life, and in the History of the Rebellion. He was born in 1610, and killed at the attack of Chagford in Devonshire, Jan. 1642-3. His translation of the third book of the Æneid is printed in Dryden's Miscellanies, Vol. IV. p. 134. The following specimen was copied from a MS. in the possession of Mr. Malone, containing several small poems by Godolphin, Waller, Carew, and others. SONG. OR love me less, or love me more; Bind me at least, or set me free. "Tis true that I have nurs'd before That hope, of which I now complain; And, having little, sought no more, I see you wear that pitying smile And entertain an harmless heart: But I no longer can give way And yet I dare no freedom owe, Then give me more, or give me less : But shew not a severer eye, For I shall love the very scorn Which, for my sake, you do put on. WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT Was born, according to Wood, in 1611; and in 1628 sent to Christ Church, Oxford, where he died, soon after his nomination to the office of junior proctor, in 1643. His learning, his oratory in the pulpit, and his poetical talents, are extolled by all his contemporaries; and his poems and plays were ushered into the world in 1651, with no less than fifty copies of commendatory verses. For this torrent of panegyric, he was probably indebted to the sweetness of his manners, and his proficiency in academical learning, because his poetry, as Mr. Headley has justly observed, is not remarkable for elegance or even neatness of style, though certainly recommended by good sense and solidity. Many high testimonies to his character may be seen in the Biog, Dram. SONG. [In "the Lady Errant."] To carve our loves in myrtle rinds, To send our sighs by faithful winds, |