Thy mercies and allurements all, Which makes good work, being hard set on : To satisfie our punishment : The blankets a resemblance hath Of mercy in the midst of wrath: VOL. VI. The The frisket, thy preventing grace, Keeps us from many a sully'd face: That our hearts must be wrought upon: The coffin, wherein it doth ly, The cramp-irons, that it moves on still, The girts the gift of continence, The footstep humbleness of mind, PROSE PROSE WRITERS. I CONCLUDE very reluctantly the poetical part of this last volume, both because I know from experience that it will not be that which is least acceptable to the reader, and because I have still in my possession, many pleasing and beautiful specimens from early printed books. But "sat prata biberunt," I have another promise. and another duty to fulfil, towards which much curiosity has been excited, but which I must also, and for a similar reason, be compelled to discharge partially and imperfectly. It seemed necessary and expedient to finish the undertaking within the compass of six volumes: a copious Index to the whole was also much called for: I must satisfy myself, therefore, with compressing in the limits which remain, as many literary rarities as I can, and endeavour to make them as miscellaneous as possible. |