Till that same lastage of corruption be
Exempted quite: then sleeps she quietly.
Confess he must, but to no priest, that's vain,

But unto one clear of another strain :

Shall I tell Satire? Yes; thou needs must know it,
And this he was a thread-bare neighbouring poet;
Who after due confession made to him

Of every act, and each peculiar sin—
Extortion, violence, and injury,
Pressing of orphans, biting usury,
Forfeitures taken, forged bills, at last
He makes confession how a poet past
His pikes, who once was of a fair estate,
But after had no prospect but a grate.
O, quoth the Poet, that was ill in you:
O, quoth the Miser, I do know it's true;
But with remorse I now lament his fall,

Which 'mongst the rest afflicts me most of all.
Wherefore, good Sir, pour out your prayers for me,
That in distaste of my impiety,

Languishing sore, I may be cheer'd in state,
Dying in hope, that now lies desperate.
The fair-condition'd Poet, though he had heard
How ill his own profession got reward,
By this hard-hearted Miser; yet did he
Scorn his revenge should affliction be.
Straight he retires himself a pretty space,
Chusing for 's orisons a private place;

Which being done, to cheer the drooping man,
With hands heav'd up, his prayers he thus began.

Powerful Jehovah, King of Heaven and Earth,
That giv'st to all things living life and birth;
Thou that protect'st each thing which thou hast made,
And so preserv'st it as it cannot fade

Before the time prefix'd: thou that wilt have
Mercy on such as thou dost mean to save,
Look on this wretch, that lies all woe begone,
If so thou think he's worthy looking on:
Great is thy mercy, so it needs must be,

If thou wilt save such miscreants as he.

But what thou mean'st to do he fain would know,
Whether he must ascend or fall below;
That he provision may according make,
And fit himself for th' voyage he must take.
For if to heaven, he needs the less prepare,
Because he knows all needful things be there.
But much he fear'd, and so fear other some,
'Mongst which myself, that there he ne'er shall come.
But if to hell (the likelier place o' th' two)
He does desire that thou wouldst this allow,
He may have so much respite as prepare,
The bonds of all such prodigals be there :
That what he could not cancel here so well
On earth, may there be cancelled in hell.
The cause is this, (as it to me appears)
Lest that those spendthrifts fall about his ears,
When they shall see him, which that he may stay,
He'll cancel the bonds, though 't be long after day;
Or this's the cause, as he was impious here,
He means to prove an honest devil there.

That time to time's successors may bring forth,
Hell made him better than he was on earth.
Much more he pray'd, but I do rather chuse,
Satyr, to make of all his prayers an use,
That when the use shall well expressed be,
Thou mayst apply the benefit to thee.
Sir, quoth the Poet, I my prayers have made.
Have you? replied he, as one dismay'd:

Yes, Sir, and by them so my zeal enforc'd,
As I prevail'd, though it was long time first;
For know, an apparition came to me

With a shrill voice, which bad me say to thee,-
If thou wilt first a restitution make,

And render up what thou by fraud didst take
From any man, but chiefly what thou took
From th' Poet: next, deliver up thy book
Of all accounts, great'st cause of thy despair,
To thy confessor, and make him thy heir;
Thou shalt have health for this; it bade me tell,
But if thou wilt not, thou art mark'd for hell.
For hell, no marry I: take keys and state,
I will not buy wealth at so dear a rate.
If thou, my pretty Satyr, couldst reclaim
A Miser thus, I'd thank thee for the same.
But all too long I have enforc'd thee stay,
Vice calleth thee, and Time draws me away."

"DEAR SIR,

To the Editor.

In looking over the RESTITUTA, N° XIV. p. 498, I observe that Bp. Hall's lines, beginning 'I dare confess,' &c. appear as if extracted from the Lachrymæ Lachrymarum, whereas they are prefixed as commendatory verses to Sylvester, "Of his Bartas Metaphrased." The query at the foot of p. 499 is solved, and the rhyme preserved in vulgar pronunciation, by reading 'eyne' for 'eyes' in the text.

I transcribe for your insertion some Latin iambics, from the L. L. by the same episcopal pen..

"In Pontificium exprobrantem nobis sextum Novembris.*

O invidorum quisquis es, ROMULI nepos,
Qui fata nobis exprobras Novembrium,
Crudelis audi: nunquid autumas scelus
Illud nefandum, sulphureum, igneum, malo
Oblitterari posse succedaneo?

Ocellus orbis HENRICUS* quoquo die
Novo beârit spiritu cœli domos,
Infame vestri nomen ausi perpetim
Ad execrantes transvolabit posteros;
Tantoque deinceps atriore calculo
Signabitur, quantò ultimum HENRICI diem
Attingit usque propiùs. Unius docet
Jactura (quamvis numinis dempti manu)
Quantum luisset orbis, uno vulnere
Si tota magni stirps JACOBI regia
Tulisset unum funus à vestro DITE.

Indignabundus effutii,

Jos. HALL."

At No XV. p. 44, 1. 20, for Crude' read Crux.'

At p. 51. J. G. Cooper wrote more than the life of Socrates. I have seen somewhere a pamphlet or two by that author.

At 53. Waring wrote not only an Algebra, but Fluxions, a volume of great depth and acuteness; beside two or three scarce tracts (in my possession) upon his election to the Professorship of Mathematics at.

Prince Henry died, Nov. 6. 1612; and the Papists affected to regard this event, and the proximity of its date to the anniversary of the gunpowderplot, as avenging the slanders of the Protestants, who, according to their statement, had fabricated the whole story of that conspiracy.

Cambridge, in controversy with Dr. Powell, the learned Master of St. John's College, and an unpublished and very rare volume, entitled 'An Essay on the Principles of Human Knowledge.' Cambridge, 1794.

And every man with whom was found goate's haire, and red skins of rammes, and badgers' skins, brought them [to the building of the tabernacle.]

Ad Zoilum.

Thy laies thou utt'rest not, yet carpest mine:

Carpe mine no longer, or else utter thine.

By Thomas Fuller, Master of Arts, of Sidnye Colledge in Cambridge.

London, printed by Tho. Cotes, for John Bellamie, dwelling at the three golden Lyons in Cornehill, 1631.

Small 8vo. 40 leaves.

THIS title is followed by a metrical dedication

"To the honorable Mr. Edward, Mr. William, and Mr. Christopher Montagu, sonnes to the right honorable Edward Lord Montagu of Boughton.

Faire branches of a stock as faire,

Each a sonne, and each an heire: