Though every diamond in Jove's crown Her eye a strong appeal can give : Epitaph upon Husband and Wife, which died and were buried together. To these, whom Death again did wed, It could not sever man and wife, Because they both liv'd but one life. In the last knot that Love could tie. And th' eternal morrow dawn; Whose day shall never sleep in night. The lines inclosed in brackets are in no printed edition: they were found in a MS. copy, and are perhaps not Crashaw's. P VOL. III. SIDNEY GODOLPHIN Was brother to the treasurer Godolphin, " a young gentleman of incomparable parts," says Lord Clarendon, who has given him a very high character, drawn with great minuteness, in the Account of his own Life, and in the History of the Rebellion. He was born in 1610, sent to Exeter College, Oxford, 1624, where he continued about three years, and killed at the attack of Chagford, in Devonshire, Jan. 1642-3. His translation of the fourth book of the Eneid, in which he was assisted by Waller, was printed in 1658, 12mo, and may be found in Dryden's Miscellanies (ed. 1716), vol. iv. p. 134. The following specimen was copied from a MS. in the possession of Mr. Malone, containing several small poems by Godolphin, Waller, Carew, and others. SONG. OR love me less, or love me more Bind me at least, or set me free! 'Tis true that I have nurs'd before That hope, of which I now complain; I see you wear that pitying smile Which you have still vouchsaf'd my smart, Content thus cheaply to beguile And entertain an harmless heart: But I no longer can give way To hope which doth so little pay ; I dare no freedom owe, Whilst you are kind, though but in show. Then give me more, or give me less : Or Do not disdain a mutual sense; your unpitying beauties dress In their own free indifference! But show not a severer eye, For I shall love the very scorn WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT Was born, according to Wood, in 1611; and in 1628 sent to Christ-Church, Oxford, where he died, soon after his nomination to the office of junior proctor, in 1643. His learning, his eloquence in the pulpit, and his poetical talents, are extolled by all his contemporaries; and his poems and plays were ushered into the world in 1651 with no less than fifty copies of commendatory verses. For this torrent of panegyric he was probably indebted to the sweetness of his manners, and his proficiency in academical learning, because his poetry, as Mr. Headley has justly observed, is not remarkable for "elegance or even neatness of style," though certainly recommended by "good sense and solidity." Many high testimonies to his character may be seen in the Biographia Dramatica. ODE. [In "The Lady-Errant."] To carve our loves in myrtle rinds, And think that rocks have ears, And yet not know whence, how, or why; |