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10. BEAUTY IN A TRANCE, T. Entered on the Sta-.

tioners' books, September 9th, 1653, but not printed. Destroyed by Mr. Warburton's servant.

11. The LONDON MERCHANT, C., 12. The Royal COMBAT, C. Entered on the Stationers' 13. AN ILL BEGINNING HAS A books June 29th, 1660, but

's not printed. Destroyed by Good END, C. Played at the Mr. Warburton's servant. Cockpit, 1613.

14. The Fairy Knight. Ford and Decker.


THER. Ford and Webster.

16. The Bristowe MERCHANT. Ford and Decker.

These are given from the researches of Mr. G. Chalmers. For other pieces attributed to our author, see p. xiii.


To my Honour'd Friend, Master John FORD, on his

Lover's Melancholy.
If that thou think'st these lines thy worth can raise,
Thou dost mistake: my liking is no praise;
Nor can I think thy judgment is so ill
To seek for bays from such a barren quill.
Let your true critic, that can judge and mend,
Allow thy scenes and style: I, as a friend
That knows thy worth, do only stick my name
To show my love, not to advance thy fame.


* GEORGE DONNE.] Mr. Weber felicitates the poet on the success of this drama, which had the good fortune, he says, to be recommended to the public by “the celebrated Dr. Donne"! That any one, who pretended to the slightest acquaintance with the writers of Ford's time, should be so incomprehensibly ignorant of their style and manner as to attribute this feeble doggerel to John Donne, the dean of St. Paul's--but I dare not trust myself with the subject.

At the moment when this unfortunate blunderer supposes Dr. Donne anxious to ply his barren quill and stick his name bere, purely “ to shew his love," that great man was fallen into a dangerous sickness, (wbich eventually carried him off,) and was pressing forward with the zeal of a martyr, and the purity of a saint, to the crown that was set before him.

GEORGE Donpe seems to have been a constant attendant at the theatres. He was apparently a kind-hearted, friendly man, who had his little modicum of praise ready upon all occasions. He has verses to Jopson, Massinger, and others.

To his worthy Friend the Author ( of The Lover's Me

lancholy) Master John FORD.
I WRITE not to thy play: I'll not begin
To throw a censure upon what hath been
By th’ best approved: it can nor fear, nor want
The rage, or liking of the ignorant.
Nor seek I fame for thee, when thine own pen
Hath forced a praise long since, from knowing men.
I speak my thoughts, and wish unto the stage
A glory from thy studies; that the age
May be indebted to thee, for reprieve
Of purer language, and that spite may grieve
To see itself outdone. When thou art read,
The theatre may hope arts are not dead,
Though long conceald; that poet-apes may fear
To vent their weakness, mend, or quite forbear.
This I dare promise; and keep this in store;
As thou hast done enough, thou canst do more.


To the Author of the Lover's Melancholy) Master

John FORD.
Black choler, reason's overflowing spring,
Where thirsty lovers drink, or any thing,
Passion, the restless current of dull plaints
Affords their thoughts, who deem lost beauties saints;

* In a copy of verses prefixed to Massinger's Emperor of the East, Singleton calls himself “the friend and kinsman" of that poet. I know nothing more of bim. It will be time enough to speak of his immediate follower, Hum. Howorth, wben I know what he means. It must be admitted, that Mr. Weber bas placed Dr. Donne at the head of a most illustrious quartetto.

Here their best lectures read, collect, and see
Various conditions of humanity,
Highly enlighten’d by thy muse's rage;
Yet all so couch'd that they adorn’d the stage.
Shun Phocion's blushes thou; for sure to please
It is no sin, then what is thy disease?
Judgment's applause ? effeminated smiles?
Study's delight? thy wit mistrust beguiles:
Establish'd fame will thy physician be,
(Write but again) to cure thy jealousy.

Hum. Howorth.

Of the Lover's Melancholy.
'Tis not the language, nor the fore-placed rhymes
Of friends, that shall commend to after-times
The Lover's Melancholy: its own worth
Without a borrow'd phrase shall set it forth.

O qedos. *

To my Friend the Author (of 'Tis Pity she's a Whore.)
With admiration I beheld this Whore,
Adorn'd with beauty, such as might restore
(If ever being, as thy muse hath famed)
Her Giovanni, in his love unblamed:
The ready Graces lent their willing aid;
Pallas herself now play'd the chambermaid,

* Macklin, with a degree of learning which quite perplexes Mr. Malone, has daringly (but happily) ventured to put these profound symbols into English characters, and subscribe the quatrain Philos. Mr. Malone thinks he must have had the assistance of some learned friend.

And help'd to put her dressings on. Secure
Rest thou that thy name herein shall endure
To th' end of age: and Annabella be
Gloriously fair, even in her infamy.

Thomas Ellice.*

To my Friend Mr. John Ford, (on his Love's Sacrifice.) Unto this altar, rich with thy own spice, I bring one grain to thy Love's Sacrifice; And boast to see thy flames ascending, while Perfumes enrich our air from thy sweet pile. Look here, thou, that hast malice to the stage, And impudence enough for the whole age; Voluminously ignorant!+ be vext To read this tragedy, and thy own be next.


To my own Friend, Master John Ford, on his justifiable

Poem of Perkin Warbeck, this Ode. They who do know me, know that I,

Unskill'd to flatter, Dare speak this piece, in words, in matter, A work, without the danger of a lie.

* A relative, perhaps, of Mr. Robert Ellice, one of 'the three respected friends' to wbom our poet inscribed the ' Lover's Melancholy.'

+ Voluminously ignorant, &c.] Antony Wood bas adopted and justified this characteristic designation of Prynne. He may as well be called voluminous Prynne,” he says, “as Tostatus Abulensis was, two hundred years before him, called voluminous Tostatus,”

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