(For feare of that which may befall)
That you my house awhile refraine,→→→
Until my towe* be at an end;

Then I with speede wil for you send.

Her Epistle to Ulysses.

Ulysses! if thou be alive,

Peruse those lines I send to thee:
Sweete! let me see thee here arrive,
'Tis booteles for to write to me.
Not thy epistle, be thou sure;

Thy present sight my griefe must cure.

Ah! say, sweeteheart and true love mine!
How can'st thou ling'ring stay so long?
Why cam'st thou not home al this time?
How can'st thou offer me this wrong?
Say, sluggard! what doth thee restraine,
That thou dost not returne againe ?

The Trojan war is at an end,

To sinders Troy is quite consumde:
The Argives al do homeward bend,
With incense are the altars 'fumde.

Some froe, I fear me, holdes thee backe,

And that's the cause thou art so slacke.

To Pylon have I often sent,

To forrein countries farre and neare ;

My messenger to Sparta went,

But there no certaine newes could heare:

Tow is the coarser part of flax, and therefore not very happily chosen

to form the texture of Penelope's web.

♦ Free, or for, may either be the intended reading.

At Troy, they say, thou wert not slaine,
That makes me hope, thou com'st againe.

Ah! good Ulysses, hie thee home,
For I had suitors long agoe :
If that thou say thou wilt not come,
Then know I what I have to do.
I need not long a widow live,
A hundred gladly would me wive.

My father eke doth me accuse,

And saies-I do my wooers wrong;
And too too much my selfe abuse,
Sith widdow-like I stay so long:
But let him daily me reprove,
From constant faith I wil not move.

Yea, let him say or do his worst,
I wil be but Ulysses wife:

To him I gave my faith at first,
With him Ile end my love and life:
To him, ere I wil faile my faith,
I sure will die a martir's death.

As twentie winters they are gone,

So twentie more I meane to spend :

I wil undoe that I have done

Ten thousand times before I end;

Yet shall I thinke each houre twaine
Until you do returne againe.

The poesies of this writer seem to show that the Epistles of Ovid were more resorted to by him than the Odyssey of Homer: but he blended much of the familiar phraseology of his own time and nation, which ill

assimilates with classical antiquity. A few detached instances of this travestie style may close this article.

I scot-free scap't, and Rhesus slaine.

These trencher-flies me tempt each day,
What shall I to these roysters say?

A thousand Bridewell birds hath made.

Put case, that you, my prettie ones,
Should match with such a brainsicke boy,
As would not sticke to baste your bones.

MODI MUTANTUR, &c.

1000

MR. PINKERTON, the learned antiquary and geographer, &c. published a volume of poems in 1781, which he entitled Rimes: and such are the changes even in literary fashions, that THOMAS BASTARD, an carly English epigrammatist, seems to have considered such a title as almost degrading; for in his Chrestoleros, 1598, he addresses the following lines

Ad Lectorem.

Reader, I grant I do not keep the laws

Of riming in my verse; but I have cause :
1.turn the pleasure of the end sometimes,

Lest he, that likes them not, should call them RES.

Biographiana.

Collectanea for Athena Cantabrigienses.

107. Wm. Stukeley, C. C. C. C.

R. WHITAKER, in his History of Manchester, 4to. 1771, says "I am sorry to observe that Mr. Pegge has sullied his useful Treatise on the Coins of Cunobeline, with a rude stricture on the late Dr. Stukeley. Let the extravagancies of Dr. Stukeley be all corrected. They ought to be. But let not his character be held up to the public, as the mere fantastical enthusiast of antiquities. This justice, gratitude, and politeness equally concur to forbid. His strong intellect, his entérprizing spirit, and his extensive learning, must ever be remembered with respect and reverence. And even his extravagancies, great as they are, must be considered as the occasionally wild colouring of that bright ray of genius, which has not yet been too frequently the portion of our English antiquarians, and which never seduces the dull critic either into excellencies, or into extravagances." Query, whether Mr. Whitaker is not here making his own apology? Aug. 1, 1771.

"Mr. Pennant, in his Welch Tour, speaking of Dr. Stukeley, has the following passage, similar to what I had many years before observed of him..

"Having had occasion to mention a departed antiquary, [ think fit to acknowledge the many hints I have benefited by, from

the travels of that great and lively genius; but at the same time Mament, that I must say I often find him, plus beau que la veritè. His great fancy led him too frequently to paint things as he thought they ought to be, not what they really were."

108. Laurence Sterne, A. M. Jesus College.

"Prebendary of North Newbold, in the Cathedral of York, in which he was succeeded by Dr. Worthington: he was also Vicar of Sutton in the Forest, in which he was succeeded by Mr, Cheap, in March or April, 1768. He died, 1768, aged 53.

"His death happened in Old Bond Street, of a decaying com plaint, a relation of mine seeing him at court not above three weeks before. March 26, 1768."

109. John Strype of St. Catherine Hall.

"Joh. Strype, Coll. Jesu admissus in matriculam Academia Cantabr. July 5, 1662. T. B.

"J. S. Aul. S. Cath. A. B. 1665, ad Bapt, scriptis suis de Ecclesia Anglicana præclare meritus." T. B.

"M. A. of Catherine Hall, born at London, of German extraction; Vicar of Low Leyton in Essex, Rector of Theydon Bois in Essex, June 1664, which he resigned the Feb. following for Leyton. Had a sinecure from Tenison, and was Lecturer of Hackney, where he died, 13 Dec. 1737.

"In Mr. Strype's dedication of his Life of Sir Thomas Smith, he takes notice of a censure passed upon him by the author of The English Historical Library, as crowding too many quotations from other books into his History. Mr. Strype very modestly de fends himself from the charge, and won't allow the censure to be just in his respect. His cousin, Mr. Bonnell, in a letter to him, also disculpates him from the charge, as unjust. Mr. Nich. Batteley also, in a letter to Mr. Strype, says, he has cashiered the censurer too mildly, being a bold man, and proud and partial cen