life fets me at too great, a distance, to take even the outlines of your perfections. I would not therefore, where I canno prefume to do justice, be thought to defcend to the unbecoming art of flattery. I must launch out, indeed, a great way, to make myfelf liable to that imputation, with regards to your Royal Highness; but Dedications are generally fufpected of overstraining. How far fo ever, MADAM, my vanity or my ambition might mislead me into that tract, I'll oblige myfelf to govern both my duty; and turn all attempts of praife and compliment into veneration and pious wishes. That You may long con tinue to blefs the eyes and arms of the PRINCE, your Illuftrious Confort; and that you may continue to blefs the nation with a numerous fucceffion of Princes, to the future glory and fecurity of our eftablishment, is my ardent prayer; and A 4 in in that I will center the only merit, by which I would pretend to profefs myself, no, b'tionen 2d 167 cooysend2 vm shosu TAH soft hetig at 995 as to uodsi ɔdT A [x] + An EPITAPH on the admirable Dramatic Poet, W. SHAKESPEARE.. WH HAT neede my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones Deare fonne of memory, great heire of Fame, Haft built thy felfe a live-long monument: a J. MILTON This Epitaph was written in 1630, when Milton was in his two. and twentieth year; for he was born in 1608. In Remembrance of Mafter WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. BE O D E. Eware (delighted Poets!) when you fing The banks of Avon; for each flower (As it ne'er knew a fun, or fhower,) Hangs, there, the penfive head. II. Each tree, whofe thick and fpreading growth hath made Rather, a night beneath the boughs, than fhade, A: 5 (Unwilling [x] (Unwilling now to grow,) is bad d Looks like the plume a captain wears, Whofe rifled falls are steept i'th tears Which from his laft rage flow oil # The piteoas river wept itself away, and dawna an", Long fince (alas!) to fuch a fwift decay, to 10 That reach the map, and lookos dains TLA If you a river there cam fpyrastal amol es sie dom And, for a river, your mock'd eye shisty blonde Will find a shallow brooke.og se podi tug Som på: 10 .moda do W. DAVENANT, ga oda to back unigod liiw stotenom I On the Effigies of SHAKESPEARE prefix'd to his printed Works, on THIS gure, that thou here feest put, ba gentle Shakespeare cut im 100 i dT Wherein the graver had a O, could he but have drawn his wat binod 4 As well in brafs, as he hath hit od is wod list to A Itis face; the print would then furpaffe in braffe. All, that was ever en furpat ganson? 10 But, fince he cannot, reader, look Not on his picture, but his book. B. J. To the Memory of my Beloved, the Author, Mr. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE', como And what he hath left us, also inc2 O draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name. I Am I thus ample to thy book, and fame. While I confefs thy writings to be fuch, of de bu • As neither man, nor mufe, can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all mens fuffrage. But thefe ways Which, when it founds at belt, but echoes right; Accue of Cordova dead, 1. To live again, to hear thy Bufkin tread,. Of all, that infolent Greece, or haughty Rome. When |