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Been as complete as was her praise,
Her high birth, and her graces sweet,
So have I seen some tender slip,
Gentle Lady, may thy grave
That to give the world increase, Shorten'd haste thy own life's lease. Here, besides the sorrowing That thy noble house doth bring, Here be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in Helicon; And some flowers, and some bays For thy hearse to strew the ways, Sent thee from the banks of Came, Devoted to thy virtuous name ; Whilst thou, bright Saint, high sitt'st in glory, Next her, much like to thee in story, That fair Syrian Shepherdess, Who, after years of barrenness, The highly favour'd Joseph bore To him that serv'd for her before, And at her birth, much like thee, Through pangs fled to felicity, Far within the bosom bright Of blazing Majesty and Light: There with thee, new welcome Saint, Like fortunes may her soul acquaint, With thee there clad in radiant sheen, No Marchioness, but now a queen.
SONG.-ON MAY MORNING.
Now the bright Morning-star, day's harbinger,
Hail, bounteous May, thou dost inspire
Hill, and dale doth boast thy blessing.
ON SHAKS PEARE. 1630.
What needs my Shakspeare, for his honour'd bones,
The labour of an age in piled stones ?
ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER,
Who sickened in 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 lain 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,
* We have the following account of this extraordinary man in the Spectator, No. 509. “Mr. Tobias Hobson was a carrier, and the first man in this island who let out hackney-horses. He lived in Cambridge; and observing that the scholars rid hard, his manner was, to keep a large stable of horses, with boots, bridles, and
Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
Hobson has supp'd, and's newly gone to bed.
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
Here lieth one, who did most truly prove
whips, to furnish the gentlemen at once, without going from col. lege to college to borrow, as they have done since the death of this worthy man: I say, Mr. Hobson kept a stable of forty good cattle, always ready and fit for travelling : but when a man came for a horse, he was led into the stable, where there was great choice; bit he obliged him to take the horse which stood next to the stabi-door, so that every customer was alike well served, according to his chance, and every horse ridden with the same justice. From whence it became a proverb, when what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say Hobson's choice. This memorable man stands drawn in fresco at an inn (which he used) in Bishops. gate-street, with a hundred pound bag under his arm, with this inscription upon the said bag:
" The fruitful mother of a hundred more."
Rest, that gives all men life, gave him his death,
Ease was his chief disease; and, to judge right,
Part of an Entertainment presented to the Countess
Dowager of Derby at Harefield, by some noble persons s of her family, who appear on the scene in pastoral habit 1 moving toward the seat of state, with this Song.
Look, Nymphs and Shepherds, look,
• This poem is only part of an Entertainment, or Mask. the rest