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The highly favour'd Joseph bore,
SONG ON MAY MORNING.
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
ANNO ÆTATIS XIX.
At a VACATION EXERCISE in the COLLEGE, part
Latin, part English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began.
Written in 1627.
Hail native language, that, by sinews weak, Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak, And madest imperfect words, with childish trips, Half unpronounced, slide through my infant-lips, Driving dumb silence from the portal door, Where he had mutely sat two years before : Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask, That now I use thee in my latter task : Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee, I know my tongue but little grace can do thee, Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first, Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst : And, if it happen, as I did forecast, The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last; I
pray thee then deny me not thy aid, For this same small neglect, that I have made : But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure, And, from thy wardrobe, bring thy chiefest treasure; Not those new-fangled toys, and trimming slight, Which takes our late fantastics with delight, But call those richest robes, and gay'st attire, Which deepest spirits, and choicest wits desire : I have some naked thoughts, that rove about, And loudly knock to have their passage out ; And, weary of their place, do only stay Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array ; That so they may, without suspect or fears, Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears ; Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse, Thy service in some graver subject use;
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Then Ens is represented as father of the Predica
ments, his two sons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance, with his canons, which Ens, thus speak
eyes of mortals, walk invisible :
And, in time's long and dark prospective glass,
• Your son,” says she, nor can you it prevent,
The next, Quantity and QUALITY spake in prose,
then RELATION was called by the same. Rivers, arise : whether thou be the son Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulfy Dun, Or Trent, who, like some earth-born giant, spreads His thirsty arms, along the indented meads, Or sullen Mole, that runneth underneath, Or Severn swift, guilty of maiden's death, Or rocky Avon, or of sedgy Lee, Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee; Or Humber loud, that keeps the Scythian's name ; Or Medway smooth, or royal-tower'd Thame,
[The rest was prose.]
ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET,
W. SHAKSPEARE.* What needs my Shakspeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones?
* This Epitaph is dated 1630, in Milton's own edition of his poems, in 1673.
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid,
ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER, Who sickened at the time of his vacancy, being forbid
to go to London, by reason of the Plague.* Here lies old Hobson ; Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas, hath laid him in the dirt ; Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down ; For he had, any time this ten years full, Dodg’d with him, betwixt Cambridge and The Bull. And surely Death could never have prevail'd, Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd ; But lately finding him so long at home, And thinking now his journey's end was come, And that he had ta'en up his latest inn, In the kind office of a chamberlain, Show'd him his room, where he must lodge that night, Pullid off his boots, and took away the light. If any ask for him, it shall be said, “ Hobson has supp'd, and 's newly gone to bed.”
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
Here lieth one, who did most truly prove
Hobson, the Cambridge carrier, died Jan. 1, 1630, while the plague was in London. + In Bishopsgate-street, London.