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By this who does not plainly see,

How into our throats at once is hurl'dWhilst merrily we drinking be

The quintessence of all the world? Whilst all drink then in land, air, sea, Let us too drink as well as they.

Had any king done this for me,
What wondering at it there would be!
And wondering at it now there's none
When by a God himself 'tis done.
Strange blindness! men should more esteem
A benefit bestow'd on him
By earthly kings, than what is given
Unto him by the King of Heaven!


It is not travel makes the man, 'tis true,

EXTRACT FROM "LOVE'S KINGDOM." Unless a man could travel, sir, like you, By putting off the worst and putting on

Palemon. Now here, Love, at thy sacred shrine
The best of every country where they come; I offer up these vows of mine. —
Their language, manners, fashions, and their use, Father of dear and tender thoughts,
Purg'd from the dross, and stript from the abuse, Thou who the hardest bosom softs;
Until at last in manners they become

Soften Bellinda's heart, and make
New men and creatures at their coming home; Her but thy dear impression take;
Whilst your pied traveller, who nothing knows So shall I burn Arabian gums,
Of other countries' fashions but their clothes, And offer up whole hecatombs
And speaks their language but as parrots do, Upon thy altar, whilst thy fires
Only at best a broken word or two,

Shall shine as bright as my desires.
Goes and returns the same he went again,

First Priest. Whilst he the deity does invoke By carrying England still along with him; The flame ascends in troubled smoke. Or else returns far worse by bringing home

Philander. What sort of offering mine shall be, The worst of every land where he does come. Divinest Love, 's best known to thee;

Nor spices nor Arabian gums,
Nor yet of beasts whole hecatombs:

These are too low and earthly, mine

Are far more heavenly and divine;
Dryden, the Muse's darling and delight,

An adamantine faith, and such Than whom none ever flew so high a flight; As jealousy can never touch; Vor ever any's muse so high did soar

A constant heart and loyal breast, Above th' poets' empyrium before.

These are the offerings thou lovest best. Some go but to Parnassus' foot, and there

Second Priest. Love's fires ne'er brighter yet Creep on the ground, as if they reptiles were:

appeared, Others but water poets, who have gone

Whoe'er thou art thy vows are heard.
No further than the fount of Helicon;
And they're but airy ones, whose muse soars up
No higher than to Mount Parnassus' top.

ONE WHO TURNS DAY INTO NIGHT.? Whilst thou with thine dost seem t' have mounted higher

He is the antipodes of the country where he Than he who fetcht from heaven celestial fire!

lives, and with the Italian begins his day with the first hour of night; he is worse than those

that call light darkness and darkness light, for ON THE DEATH OF OUR LORD. he makes it so, and contradicts that old saying

that the day was made for man to labour in Oh blessed Lord! and wouldst thou die For such a wretched worm as I!

and the night to rest. He thinks that senThis of thy love's so great a proof,

tence of Solomon nothing concerning him, Angels can ne'er admire enough;

that all is vanity underneath the sun, for all And all the love by far transcends

his is underneath the moon; for the sun's Of parents and of dearest friends.

rising only serves him to go to bed by; and To have such benefit bestow'd

as formerly they measured time by water, Would undo any but a God;

he measures it only by fire and candle light; And love itself make bankrupt too,

he alters his pater noster, and as others pray By leaving nothing more to do.

for their daily he prays for his nightly bread. Meantime he fears neither death nor judg- | never wholly true, he so alters it with his ment; for death is said to come like a thief in reporting it. He goes a-fishing for secrets, and the night, and then he sits up and watches; tells you those of others only to hook yours and judgment by day, and then he is abed out of you, baiting men as they do fishes, one and sleeps. And if they charge him for ill with another. He is like your villanous flies, expense of time, he only changes it-change is which always leave sound places to light on no robbery; so as, in fine, if he have no other sore, and are such venomous ones as even to sins than that, there is none would have less make sound places sore with their fly-blowing to answer for than he.

| This and the two pieces following are from A Collection of the Choicest Epigrams and Characters, 1673.

2 This and the following extract are from Choicest Epigrams and Characters.

them. In fine, they would set dissension between man and wife the first day of their marriage, and father and son the last day of

their lives. Nor will innocence be ever safe, A SOWER OF DISSENSION.

or conversation innocent, till such as they be

banished human society; and if I would afford He is the devil's day labourer, and sows his them being anywhere, it should be with tares for him, or seeds of dissension, by telling Ariosto’s Discord, among ne enemies. M you this and that such an one said of you, time my prayer is, God bless my friends from when you may be sure it is wholly false, or them!


BORN 1621 - DIED 1679.

[Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery, was the fifth | Cromwell himself landed in Wexford with son of Richard, “the great Earl of Cork.” He an army of 8000 foot and 4000 horse, towas born in April, 1621, and was created gether with money and materials. With the Baron Broghill when only seven years of age. sad events that followed we are not here conAt the age of fifteen he became a student of cerned, except to say that Lord Broghill passed Trinity College, Dublin, from which in a few through them with courage and address, so years he was taken by his father and sent much so indeed that Cromwell made him one with his eldest brother to make the tour of of his privy-council, and confided in him more France and Italy. On his return he made than in almost any other man. Cromwell also his appearance at the court in England, where in 1656 sent him into Scotland to attempt to he was received with respect and delight, and remedy the rough rule of Monk, and on his during his stay there he married Margaret return to London the Protector was so inHoward, sister to the Earl of Suffolk. Accom- fluenced by him that he was enabled to save panied by his wife he proceeded to Ireland, more than one noble house from impending just at the beginning of the troubles of 1641. ruin. Here for a time he served gallantly as a soldier After the death of Cromwell, Broghill did on the side of the Parliamentarians, but on the his best to be of service to the new lord-prodeath of the king he threw up his post in tector, Richard; but finding that weak but disgust, and returning to England lived pri- amiable descendant of the man of iron detervately at Marston, in Somersetshire, till 1649. mined to be undone he reti to his command About this time he formed an intention of in Munster. There he soon began to busy applying to Charles II. for a commission to himself to bring about the Restoration, and raise forces in Ireland; but this intention gained over to the royal side Wilson, governor reached the ears of Cromwell, who visited of Limerick, and Sir Charles Coote, who held him, and dealt with him so generously that he a command in the north. After the king's accepted a post in the army of the Protector. accession Broghill came to England, where he In a few days he was on his way to Ireland was received rather coldly by Charles. After with a few soldiers; on his arrival there be a time, however, he managed to show that he increased his small army materially, and so had been prime mover in the successful affairs managed affairs as to present a formidable in Ireland, and on this he was received into appearance until, on the 15th August, 1649, favour, and soon after, on the 5th September, 1660, he was made Earl of Orrery, sworn into | Man ne'er could feign, what his strange birth prov'd the privy-council, appointed one of the lords- true, justices as well as president of Munster. In For his blest mother was a virgin too. 1662, when the Duke of Ormond was made

While as a child He in the manger cryes, lord-lieutenant, Broghill retired to his presi- Angels proclaim his Godhead from the skyes; dency, where, by virtue of his office, he heard He to so vile a cradle did submit, and decided cases in a court called the Resi- That we, through faith in him, on thrones might sit. dency Court. In this capacity he acquired

Oh prodigie of mercy, which did make such a reputation that after the fall of Claren- The God of gods our human nature take! don he was offered the seals, but declined the And through our vaile of flesh, his glory shine, post in consequence of the gout which afflicted That we thereby might share in the divine. him.

Hail, glorious virgin, whose tryumphant womb After this Orrery mixed little more in Blesses all ages past and all to come! politics, but left sword and council-board for Thou more than heal’st the sin by Adam's wife, the desk and pen. During the years that She brought in death, but thou brought'st endless intervened until his death he produced several

life. poems and plays. In his poems, which are

No greater wonder in the world could be, somewhat artificial, he displays moral eleva- Than thou to live in it and heaven in thee. tion of mind. In his plays, which were very All generations still shall call thee blest.

Heav'n does thine own great prophecy attest, successful, he often uses his wit, like too many of the writers of the Restoration, in the To thee that title is most justly paid,

Since by thy Son we sons of God are made! adornment of unsavoury subjects. They are not, however, wholly devoid of scenes of a higher kind, and are marked by vigour and force.

DEATH OF SOHEMUS.1 Of his works the chief are: A Poem on His Majesty's Happy Restoration; A Poem on the Herod's apartment: Herod with Asdrubal and Death of Cowley; The History of Henry V., a some of the guards comes from within; at the same tragedy, 1668; Mustapha, a tragedy, 1667-68; time Sohemus enters by another door. The Black Prince, a tragedy, 1672; Triphon,

Sohemus. The princess, sir, bad me here wait a tragedy, 1672; Parthenissa, a romance, 1665 ;

on you. A Dream, fulļ of bold advice to the king; A

Herod. Now, guards, perform that which I bad Treatise on the Art of War; Poems on the Fasts and Festivals of the Church. After his [The guards seize on Sohemus and disarm him. death the following additional works were Herod. Thy guilt, without my telling, lets published :- Mr. Anthony, a comedy, 1692; thee know Guzuron, a comedy, 1693; Herod the Great, a For what crime 'tis that I have used thee so. tragedy, 1694; Altemira, a tragedy, placed on

Sohemus. Though I must judge your usage, sir, the stage in 1702; State Letters, 1742.

severe, Roger Boyle died 16th October, 1679, leaving Yet I with joy would this oppression bear behind him a reputation as a wit, a soldier, a

Were I the only guiltless you pursue. statesman, and a man of letters - the last title Herod. That name of all belongs the least to being the one of which he was most proud.]

To thee whose lust has to my queen confest
The secret I intrusted to thy breast:

Which she of all the world should not have known;

Traytor, in vain thou wilt thy guilt disown,

My sister who reveal'd will prove thy sin. Hail, glorious day which miracles adorn,

Heavens! how I fear'd that it had been the queen! Since 'twas on thee eternity was born!

[Sohemus lifts up his hands and eyes. Hail, glorious day, on which mankind did view Herod. His lifting up to heaven his hands and The Saviour of the old world and the new!

eyes Hail, glorious day, which deifies man's race,

Does evidence his crime, by his surprise. Birth-day of Jesus, and through him, of grace!

This storm which thou hast rais'd dost thou not In thy blest light the world at once did see

dread? Proofs of his Godhead and humanity.

Look on me-look-have I not stared thee dead? To prove him man, he did from woman come, To prove him God, 'twas from a virgin's womb.

1 From the tragedy of Herod the Great.

you do.

Sohemus. Looks cannot make one of my courage Hell's sad inhabitants for anger cry'd, fall.

And, by these signs, knew the Messiah dy'd; Herod. What my looks cannot do, my dagger Th' insatiate grave, which the last day does dread, shall!

Thinking it now was come, releas'd her dead! [Herod stabs Sohemus thrice, who falls. Prodigious day; on which er'n God did pray Sohemus. By my compliance I thy throne have To God, to take the bitter cup away! built,

A day in which philosophy descry'd My death's the justice due to that base guilt, That nature or the God of nature dy'd. Which by my hand I had atoned on thee,

A day in which mortality may cry, Had not thy bloody hand prevented me.

Death, thou art swallowed up in victory! Thunder, the sword of heaven, does sure design Oh may this day be in all hearts engrav'd; That death for thee which it deny'd to mine. This day in which God dy'd and man was sav'd! Tyrant, receive this truth from my last breath, If man has an existence after death, My ghost shall haunt thee out in every place, My gaping wounds shall stare thee in the face; FROM THE POEM ON THE DEATH Till thou thy life a burden shall esteem,

OF COWLEY. Great as thy subjects found it was to them!

[Sohemus dies. Oh how severely man is used by Fate! Herod. Would every foe of mine all hope had lost | The covetous toil long for an estate; But that of frighting me with his sad ghost. And having got more than their life can spend, Guards, to his grave bear that perfidious man, They may bequeath it to a son or friend: There let him tell my secrets--if he can.

But learning, in which none can have a share, l'nless they climb to it by time and care, Learning, the truest wealth which men can have,

Does, with his body, perish in his grave. ON THE DAY OF THE CRUCIFIXION. To tenements of clay it is confin'd,

Though 'tis the noblest purchase of the Mind: Wonderful day; that title's due to thee, Oh! why can we thus leave our friends possest Above all days, which have been, or shall be. Of all our acquisitions but the best? The day, when order out of chaos broke;

Still when we study Cowley, we lament, The day, when God our human nature took; That to the world he was no longer lent; The day, when Christ ascended from the tomb; Who, like a lightning, to our eyes was shown, The day, when all the world must hear their doom: So bright he shin'd, and was so quickly gone. Though these four days, we justly great ones call, Sure he rejoic'd to see his flame expire, Yet when, alas, compar'd to thee, are small! Since he himself could not have raised it higher; For ’twas not strange, that both the heav'ns and For when wise poets can no higher fly, earth

They would, like saints, in their perfection die. From God's all-powerful word receiv'd their birth: Though beauty some affection in him bred, Nor, when nought else heaven's justice could atone, Yet only sacred learning he would wed; The God of nature put our nature on:

By which th' illustrious offspring of his brain
Nor that he should, in whose hand only lies Shall over wit's great empire ever reign:
Th' issues of life and death, from death arise: His works shall live, when pyramids of pride
Nor that one general assize should be,

Shrink to such ashes as they long did hide.
To hear from God's own mouth his just decree.
These but the actings of a God display,
But that God suffer'd, on this signal day;
Which miracle amazement did infu

In heaven, earth, hell, and all but in the Jews,
In whose obdurate souls such rancour dwelt, [Solyman has caused Mustapha, his son and
As all the world, but they, compunction felt. heir, to be slain for a crime of which he be-
The sun from his bright globe his lustre strips, lieves him guilty, and while gazing on the dead
And with his Maker suffers an eclipse.

body, Zanger, another son, enters and declares The moon did hide her face, though filled with his dead brother's innocence.]

light, Seeing the sun at noon create a night.

Solyman. Oh heaven! my guilt now makes it The sacred temple at the dread event

an offence, Of this great day her vaile for sorrow rent.

To hear untimely of his innocence
The earth, which does insensible appear,
Yet at this prodigie did shake with fear;

1 From last act of Mustapha, a tragedy.

Those who to death have made me send my son And where he took delight to live—he dies. Shall instantly in torture meet their own.

[ZANGER dies. Let wisdom check your sorrow, and prepare Solyman. Fame in her temple will adorn thy To be this day proclaim'd my empire's heir.

shrine; Zanger. Ah! sir, religiously to me he swore, No Roman glory ever equall'd thine. That, if the Turkish crown he ever wore,

Zanger, in height of youth, for friendship's sake, He to our bloody law an end would give,

Did rather die, than proffer'd empire take. And I should safely in his bosom live.

I would die too, but by revenge am stay'd, Myself I then by sacred promise tyd,

Due for you both; you shall be doubly paid. Not to outlive the day in which he dy’d.

My viziers shall be first your sacrifice, And as I know he nobly did design

Nor is she safe who in my bosom lies. To keep his vow, so I remember mine.

[Turns to MUSTAPHA. [Turns to MUSTAPHA. Oh Mustapha! the worthy may in thee 'Twas only love had strength enough t'invade The dang'rous state even of great virtue see. That mutual friendship which we sacred made: Thine was to all the height and compass grown, But now o'er love I have the conquest got;

That virtue e'er could reach to get renown; Though love divided us, yet death shall not! And the reward of it pernicious prov'd;

[Stabs himself and falls at MUSTAPHA's feet. | For I did punish thee for being lov’d. Solyman. Hold, Zanger, hold !-

Thy mother was the first that e'er possess’d, Zanger. The happy wound is giv’n, By conquest, the dominion of my breast: Which sends my soul to Mustapha and heav'n. And had thy mind been blotted, and as black Solyman. Friendship and cruelty alike have As virtue could paint vice, yet for her sake, done;

(The brightest beauty, and the softest wife) For each of them has robbed me of a son

I might, alas! at least have sav'd thy life. Zanger. Low at your feet, dear friend, your But 0! I mourn too long, for while I stay brother lies,

To count thy wrongs, I thy revenge delay! [Exit.


BORN 1656 – DIED 1698.

[Willian Molyneux, the first of the great | his degree, which he did in his nineteenth trio, Molyneux, Swift, and Grattan, that year, he was sent to London, where he entered commenced, continued, and brought to a per- the Middle Temple in June, 1675. At the fect end the battle of the Irish parliament for Middle Temple he remained for three years independence, was born in Dublin on the 17th engaged in the diligent study of the law, but April, 1656. His father was a gentleman not forgetting his beloved studies in the mathof good family and fortune, a master of the ematical and physical sciences, which had ordnance, an officer of the Irish exchequer, received such a mighty impulse just then and a man of intellect and culture. His owing to the many discoveries and exertions grandfather had been Ulster king-at-arms, of the members of the Royal Society. and had used his pen in the production of a In 1678 Molyneux returned to Ireland, continuation of Hanmer's Chronicle. Owing where he soon after married Lucy, the daughto his tender health William Molyneux was ter of Sir William Domville, attorney-general. educated at home by a tutor till he reached | As he possessed a private fortune, and being the age of nearly fifteen, when he was placed therefore under no necessity of earning a in the University of Dublin, under the care living, he continued his philosophical studies; of Dr. Palliser, afterwards Archbishop of and astronomy gaining a strong hold on his Cashel. Here he was distinguished, as a bio- mind, he began in 1681 a correspondence with grapher says, “ by the probity of his manners Flamstead, which was continued for many as well as by the strength of his parts; and years with benefit to both. In 1683 he manhaving made remarkable progress in aca- aged to bring about the establishment of a demical learning, and especially in the new philosophical society in Dublin on the model philosophy, as it was then called, he proceeded of the Royal Society, and prevailing on Sir to his Bachelor of Arts degree.” After taking William Petty to become its first president,

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