Of precise black, chiefly in Venice state the bridge In a black bever belt, ash colour plain, French panes embroider'd, goldsmith's work: O God, With what a jolly presence he would pace Scholar and his Dog. I was a scholar: seven useful springs Of cross'd opinions 'bout the soul of man; 34" Her whose merchant Sons were Kings." Collins. Still 35 To judge of the liberality of these notions of dress we must advert to the days of Gresham, and the consternation which a Phenomenon habited like the Merchant here described would have excited among the flat round caps, and cloth stockings, upon Change, when those "original arguments or tokens of a Citizen's vocation were in fashion not more for thrift and usefulness than for distinction and grace." The blank uniformity to which all professional distinc tions in apparel have been long hastening, is one instance of the Decay of Symbols among us, which whether it has contributed or not to make us a more intellectual, has certainly made us a less imaginative people. Shakspeare knew the force of signs :-" a malignant and a turban'd Turk." "This meal-cap Miller" says the Author of God's Revenge against Murder, to express his indignation at an atrocious outrage committed by the miller Pierot upon the person of the fair Marieta. Still on went I; first, an sit anima; Then, an it were mortal. O hold, hold; at that Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, Preparations for Second Nuptials. Now is Albano's 36 marriage-bed new hung Now work the cooks, the pastry sweats with slaves, The taylors, starchers, semsters, butchers, poulterers, 35 Albano, the first husband, speaks; supposed dead. CESAR CESAR AND POMPEY: A TRAGEDY. BY GEORGE CHAPMAN, Sacrifice. Imperial Cæsar, at your sacred charge the beast cut up, and laid on the altar, His limbs were all lickt up with instant flames; Not like the elemental fire that burns In household uses, lamely struggling up, Joy unexpected, best. Joys unexpected, and in desperate plight, Are still most sweet, and prove from whence they come ; When earth's still moon-like confidence in joy Is at her full: True Joy descending far From past her sphere, and from that highest heaven Inward Help the best Help. I will stand no more On others' legs, nor build one joy without me, If ever I be worth a house again, I'll build all inward: not a light shall ope That still batters All reason piece-meal; and, for earthly greatness I'll therefore live in dark; and all my light, When our diseas'd affections Harmful to human freedom, and storm-like BUSSY BUSSY D'AMBOIS, A TRAGEDY; BY GEORGE A Nuntius (or Messenger) in the presence of King Henry the Third of France and his court tells the manner of a combat, to which he was witness, of three to three; in which D'Ambois remained sole survivor: begun upon an affront passed upon D'Ambois by some courtiers. HENRY, GUISE, BEAUPRE, NUNTIUS, &c. Nuntius. I saw fierce D'Ambois and his two brave Enter the field, and at their heels their foes, Turn'd head, drew all their rapiers, and stood rank'd; Like bonfires of contributory wood Every man's look shew'd, fed with other's spirit; Like forms of life and death each took from other: That "life and death in all respects are one." Henry. Past there no sort of words at their encounter? Nuntius. As Hector twixt the hosts of Greece and Troy, When Paris and the Spartan king should end The nine years war, held up his brazen lance Advanc'd |