AN EPIGRAM TO MY JOVIAL good friend Mr. Robert CANNOT bring my muse to drop vies How they do keep alive his memory How they advance true love and neighbourhood, Of subjects. Let such envy till they burst. BEN JONSON. PREFIXED TO FARNABY'S JUVENAL.1 EMPORIBUS lux magna fuit Juvenalis avitis, Moribus, ingeniis, divitiis, vitiis. Tu lux es luci, Farnabi: operisque fugasti 8 From the Annalia Dubrensia, "a collection of encomiastic verses," says Mr. Bolton Corney, "somewhat like those on Sidney, or Bodley, or Camden-composed and published in honour of Mr. Robert Dover, the founder of an annual meeting for rustic sports upon the Cotswold Hills, in the reign of James I. The volume, small 4to., is dated 1636, and contains the effusions of more than thirty poets." See Notes and Queries, 3rd S. ix. 100. 9 For the meaning of the word "vies," see note, vol. i. p. 101. 1 Jonson had a high opinion of Farnaby as an editor; see the inscription in a copy of his Martial, given in a note, vol. i. p. cxxi. ; and also the text at the same place for Farnaby's manly and eloquent recognition of Jonson's own merits. F. C. Lux tua parva quidem mole est, sed magna rigore, BEN JONSONIUS." A FRAGMENT OF ONE OF THE LOST QUATERNIONS OF OU worms (my rivals), whiles she was alive, To have your freedom? For their sakes for- Unseemly holes in her soft skin to wear; With your disordered eatings, to deface her, 2 Notes and Queries, 3rd S. viii. 195. S MASTER WITHER'S LINES. Wither. HALL I, wasting in despair, Or my cheeks make pale with care Be she fairer than the day What care I how fair she be? Shall my foolish heart be blind, If she be not so to me, Shall a woman's virtues make 4 Dr. Bliss copied this playful and ingenious parody from a "volume of peculiar rarity." A Description of Love, with certain Epigrams, Elegies, and Sonnets, and also Master Johnson's answer to Master Withers. With the Boy of Ludgate, and the Song of MASTER JONSON'S ANSWER.* Jonson. HALL I my affections slack Shall my foolish heart be burst Shall a woman's vices make Or her faults to me made known And deserve the name of worst; If she be not so to me, What care I how bad she be? 'Cause her fortunes seem too low Shall I therefore let her go? And with riches can be kind, the Beggar. London, 1625. Gifford did not believe this to be Jonson's composition, but his reasons appear to me to be altogether insufficient when weighed against the fact of its being published with his name in his life-time. See note 9, p. cxxiv. vol. i. F. C. Think what with them he would do Great, or proud, or kind, or fair, If she be not fit for me, MARTIALIS. EPIG. Lib. x. 47. ITAM quæ faciunt beatiorem, Fucundissime Martialis, hæc sunt; Res non parta labore, sed relicta : Non ingratus ager; focus perennis; Lis nunquam; toga rara; mens quieta; Vires ingenua; salubre corpus; Prudens simplicitas; pares amici; Convictus facilis; sine arte mensa; Nox non ebria, sed soluta curis; Non tristis torus, et tamen pudicus; Somnus, qui faciat breves tenebras: Quod sis, esse velis, nihilque mali: Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes. |