Thou art no blust'ring boy that walk'st the street,
And binds a quarrel with whosoe'er he meet.
Thou art no haxter, that by nature's given

To rage on earth, but ne'er to reign in heaven.
In brief, thou art the man that God will chuse,
Wearing a blade for fashion more than use:
Nor do I flatter thee, for ne'er was I
Servile to any man: but if my eye,
İmpartial in her knowledge, seem to show,
What by observance other men do know,
And have admir'd, pardon I need not crave,
Since I express but what thy merits have
Deserv'd enough. Thy virtues are with best,
And little need they to be more exprest,
Than as they are. Go on, my honour'd friend,
And as thou hast begun, so fairly end.
Be fame thy herald, to blaze forth thy worth;
Make the Morios none such upon earth.

Be as thou art, and more thou canst not be,
Since best of being is included in thee.
Be thou as he, to whom all may resort,
Muses I mean, and coming than the fort.
Be thou as Cæsar in the Capital,

So thou of Morio's castle, centinel.
Be, as thou art reported, great in wit,
And so discreet as thou mayst manage it.
Be, as thou art, founder of jollity,
Graven in the gold-cup of our Langanbie.
Be as thou wouldst be, and I wish no more,
So time shall second what I write before.
But 'las, poor Muse, hast thou no more to speak
Of such a subject? Pray thee, dear, awake,
And memorise his name in every page
From this time forth unto a following age,

No! what is my wit drawn dry? Or am I ta'en
With some amazement at a great man's name?
Why thou hast writ of men as great before,
And hast express'd their actions o'er and o'er.
Turn'd o'er their best of glory, and i' th' end
So won their hearts, as thou becam'st their friend.
And art thou now grown silent? Cannot he,
That merits best, receive like praise of thee?
No, no, he cannot; so obscur'd he lives,
That tho' I write but truth, yet who believes
A true relation, when we seem to show
A man to men whom they do hardly know?
O then, redoubted Sir, let me now end
This home-bred sonnet, as a loving friend
That would persuade, if you persuad' would be,
To shew yourself something more openly
Unto the world. O see how men repine

That you, so long conceal'd, should gull the time,
Having such parts, as much adorn your birth,
Yet have no willing mind to set them forth.
What is a jewel worth, if ever hid?
Or what's a cased instrument instead?
The lustre of the former is not seen,

Nor can we know by th' latter what 't does mean:
For gems and instruments are known by touch,
And such as shew them men, we know them such.
With like good-will do I present thee these,
As Mopsus, that poor shepherd, sent a cheese
Unto his Phillis: and it came to me

That

Once in my mind, to send the like to thee;
But for I fear'd, and I have cause to fear,
you
had better cheese than any here,
Instead of bride-cakes, cheese-cakes, I was tied
In love to send this present to your bride.

All hail to Hymen, and this marriage day! Strew rushes, maids, and quickly come away. Bring in your flowers, and give of each of them To such as lov'd, and are forsaken men: For well I know, so loving is the Bride, So courteous, and so liberal beside Of her discreet affection, I dare say None must depart unsatisfied away.

Strew rushes, maids, and ever, as you strew,
Think one day, maids, like will be done for you :
Strew you, I'll sing; or if you like not choice,
Sing you, I'll strew; you have the better voice.
Crowned be thou, Queen of Love,

By those glorious powers above:
Love and Beauty joyn'd together,
May they call and kiss each other,
And in midst of their delight,
Shew the pleasure in the night;
For when acts of love resort,
Longest nights seem too too short.
May thou sleeping dream of that,
Which thou waking dost partake;
That both sleep and watching may
Make the darkest night seem day:
As a fort besieged rest,

Yielding most, when seeming lest:
Or in pleasures may thy smile.
Burnish like the camomile,
Which in verdure is increast
Most, when it is most deprest.
Virtues, as they do attend thee,
So may sovereign thoughts defend thee.
Acting in thy love with him,

Wedlock's actions are no sin.

Who in Hymen's bands is join'd,
And in sacred love combin'd,
To remain for ever thine.

He thy picture, thou his shrine,
Thou the metal, he the mint,
Thou the wax, he the print,
He the lantern, thou the lamp,
Thou the bullion, he the stamp,
Thou the figure, he the feature,
He thy former, thou his creature,
He the image, leg and limb,
Thou the mould to cast him in,
He the plummet, thou the centre,
Thou to shelter, he to enter;

Thou the park or shady vale,

He the dog that freths the pale,
Hammer he to strike alone,

Anvil thou to beat upon :

More I could, but more I will not,

Since to speak more much it skills not;

Only I will here extend,

Th' period of my speech, as friend;

And express what, I protest,

Comes from the centre of my breast,

That my protestations may

Bear record another day.

To Hymen crown the night

Of these nuptials with delight.

No more, no more; much honour ay betide
The lofty bridegroom, and the lovely bride;
That their succeeding days and years may say,
Each day appears like to a marriage day.

But now retire, dark shades have lodg'd the sun,
Put up thy pipes, for now thy lays are done.
Finis Epithalamii."

Biographiana.

Collectanea for Athena Cantabrigienses.

71. John Hall of St. John's Coll.

O. HALL, Dunelmensis, annos natus octodecim, filius Michaelis Hall, Generosi, literis Grammat. institutus in schola Dunelmensi, admissus Pensionarius Coll. Johan. Cantab. sub Mro Pauson, Feb. 26, 1645." Regr. Coll. Joh. Cantab. He was afterwards Fellow Commoner. Baker. A reprint of his scarce volume of Poems is nearly ready for publication, 1815. Editor.

72. Anthony Hammond of St. John's.

"Afterwards of Somersham, co. Hunt. and Member of Parliament for the University in parliaments in the reign of K. William. See an account of him in Nichols's Collect. of Poems, Lond. 1780, 8vo. vol. ii. p. 204, &c. He was father of James Hammond, the elegiac poet."

73. David Hughes, Vice President of Queen's College, March 6, 1773.

"He is a very worthy good man, but strongly tinctured with the fanaticism of his College, in petitioning with the whole Society for an alteration of the Liturgy and Thirty-nine articles, and