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Hail bounteous May, that dost inspire
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,
10 welcome] Chaucer's Knight's Tale, ver. 1511.
Maye! with all thy floures and thy grene,
Right welcome be thou, fair freshe May. Todd. * These lines were prefixed to the folio ed. of Shakespeare's Plays in 1632, but without Milton's name or initials. It is, therefore, the first of his pieces that was published. Warton. 11 unvalued] Invaluable. Rich. III. act i. sc. 4.
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels.' Todd.
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,
ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER,
Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to Lon
don, by reason of the Plague.
HERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt,
15 sepulchred] So accented in Shakesp. Rape of Lucrece.
May likewise be sepúlcher'd in thy shade. Malone. 1 Hobson] Seven Champions of Christendom, p. 50. "Is Hobson there, or Dawson, or Tom Long ?' Ellis's Lett. on Engl. History, 1st Ser. iii. 207. Our Hobson and the rest should have been forbidden.' Taylor's (W. Poet.) Works, fol. part ii. p. 188. "Oh! quoth hec, I could have gone thither with my neighbour Hobson on foot, like a foole as I was, and I might have rid backe upon my neighbour Jobson's mare,
like an asse as I am.'
But lately finding him so long at home,
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd,
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
What slender youth bedew'd with liquid odours
Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Rough with black winds, and storms
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they
vow'd Picture, the sacred wall declares t' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country of LeoGECIA.
Goddess of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk’st on the rowling spheres, and through the
deep; On thy third reign the earth look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest, thou bidd'st me seek, What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd, and virgin quires.
To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the
BRUTUS, far to the west, in th’ ocean wide,
2 rowling spheres) Tickell and Fenton read lowring spheres.' VOL. II.