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? This book is dedicated - To the most excellent Prince, Prince Charles," The two following extracts from this work will give a fufficient specimen of the manner in which it is written.
“THE PATIENT TAKES HIS BED.
" THIRD MEDITATION: “We attribute but one priviledge and advantage to man's body above « other moving creatures, that he is not, as others, groveling, but of an “ erect, of an upright form, naturally built and disposed to the contenie “plation of hearen. Indeed it is a thankeful form, and recompenses that " soule which gives it, with carrying that soule, so many foot higher to
"wards heaven; other creatures look to the earth; and even that is no. “unfit object, no unfit contemplation for man; for thither he inust “come; but because man is not to stay there as other creatures are, man " in his natural forın is carried to the contemplation of that place, which " is bis home, heaven. This is man's prerogative; but what state hath he “ in this dignity? A fever can fillip him downe; a fever cap depose him; "a fever can bring that head, which yefierday carried a crowne of gold, “five foot towards a crowne of glory, as low as his own foot to-day. When “God came to breathe into man the breath of liie, he found him flat upon, " the ground; when he comes to withdraw that breath from him againe, " he prepares him to it by laying him flat upon his bed. Scarce any pri“ fon so close, that affords not the prisoner two or three steps. The “ Anchorites that barqu'd themselves up in hollow trees, and immured " themselves in hollow walls; that perverse man that barrell'd himself “in a tubbe, all could stand or fit, and enjoy some change of poliure. "A ficke-bed is a grave, and all that the patient sayes there is but vas "rying bis epitaph. Every night's bed is a type of the grave: At night “ we tell our servants at what houre we will rife, here we cannot leil “ ourselves at what day, what week, what month. There the head lies " as low as the foot; the head of the people as low as they whom those “ feete trod upon: And that hand, that figned pardon, is too weake to " begge his own, if he might have it for lifting up that hand: Strange, “ fetters to the feete, ftrange manacles to the hands, when the feete and “hands are bound so much the faster, by how much the coardes are " Nacker; soe much the lesse able to do their offices, by how much “more the finewes and ligaments are the loofer. In the grave I may " [peak through the stones in the voice of my friends, and in the ac"cents of those words which their love may afford my memory. Heere “I am mine own ghost, and rather affright iny beholders than infiruct " them: they conceive the worit of ine now, and yet feare worle; they "gire me for dead now and yet wonder how I do when wake at mida " night, and aske how I doe io-morrow, Miserable and (though con"mon to all) inhumane posture, where I must practile my lying in the “grave by lying fill, and not practise my resurrection by riting any « more."
“ EIGHTEENTH MEDITATION. • The bell rings out and tells me in him that I am dead. This soule, "this bell tells mee, is gone out : Whitber? who Thall tell mee that? I “know not who it is; inuch lesse what he was; the condition of the “man, and the course of his life, which fhould tell mee whither he is "gonc, I know not. I was not there in bis sicknesse, nor at his death; “I law mot his way, nor his end, nor can alke them who did, thereby to " conclude or argue'whither he is gone. But yet I have one nearer mee " than all these ; mine own charity: I askethat; and that tells me He is “ gone to everlasting rest, and joy, and glory. I owe him a good opinion; "it is but thankful charity in mee, because I received benefit and in"struction from him when his bell tolled : And I, being made the litter " to prw by that difpofition wherein I was aililed by his occasion, did "pray for him; and I pray not without faith ; fo I doe charitably, so I " do faithfully beleeve that that soule is gone to everlalling rest, and "joy, and glory."
& Dr. Donne, in 1626, waş nanied in a commission with Archbishop Abbot, several Bithops, Doctors in Divinity, and Doctors in Civil Law, to hear the carse between Dr. Kinetley, Archdeacon of Canterbury, and the Rev. Mr. George Huntley, who had refused to preach a visitation fermon, at the coinmand of the Archdeacon. « The Case of a Rector,”' &c. p. 10.
h Whatever praise may be due to the poems of Dr. Donne, they are certainly deficient in the beauties of verlification. To remedy this defeet, his Satires have been translated into English verse, by Mr. Pope. His Latin Epigrams are translated by Dr. Jaiper Mayne, 'who edited