APPENDIX. 199 



To this, among other Commendatory verses, are prefixed the following : 

 " On the Death of my dear Friend, Mk. William Cartwright, re- 

 lating to the foregoing elegies. 



" I cannot keep my purpose, but must pive 

 Sorrow and Ver.--e llicir way ; nor will I grieve 

 Loncer in silence ; no, that poor, poor part 

 or Nature's legacy. Verse void of Art 

 And undissenihled teares, Cariwrijiht shall have 

 Fixt on his hearse, and wept into his grave. 

 Muses I need you not ; for Grief and 1 

 Cnn in your absence weave an Elegy ; 

 Which we will do; and often interweave 

 Snd Looks and Sighs ; the groundwork must receive 

 Such Characters, or be adjudged unfit 

 For my Friend's shroud ; others have shewed their Wit, 

 Learning and Language fitly ; for these be 

 Debts to his sreit Merits ; but for me, 

 My aymes are like myself, humble and low, 

 Too me in to speak his praise, too mean to show 

 The world whtit it hath lost in losing thee, 

 Whose Words and Deeds were perfect Harmony. 

 But now 'lis lost ; lost in the silent Grave, 

 Lost to uj mortals, lost, till we shall have 

 Admission to that kingdom, where he sings 

 Harmonious anthems to the King of Kings. 

 Sing OR, blest soul : Be as thou wast below, 

 A more than common instniment to show 

 Thy Maker's praise ; sing on, while 1 lament 

 Thy loss, and court a holy discontent. 

 With such pure thoughts as thine to dwell with me. 

 Then I may hope to live and dye like thee, 

 To live beloved, dye mourn'd, thus in my grave ; 

 Blessins's that kiriP's have wished, but cannot have." 

 ^ Iz. Wa. 



Francis Quarles. Shepherds' Eclogues, 1646. Printed by John 

 and Richard Marriott. 

 The Address to the Reader bears strong marks of having been written 



by Walton, 

 To THE Reader : 



Though the author had some years before his lamented death, com- 

 posed, reviewed, and collected these Eclogues ; yet, he left no epistle to 

 the reader, but only a title, and a blank leaf for that purpose. Whether 

 he meant some allegorical exposition of the Shepherds' names, or their 

 Eclogues, is doubtful: but 'tis certain, that, as they are, they appear a 

 perfect pattern of the author ; whose person, and mind, were both lovely, 

 and his conversation such as distilled pleasure, knowledge, and virtue, into 

 his friends and acquaintance. 'Tis confest these Eclogues are not so 

 wholly divine as many of his published Meditations, which speak " his 

 affections to be set upon things that are above," and yet even such men 

 have their intermitted hours, and (as their company gives occasion) com- 

 mixtures of heavenly and earthly thoughts. You are therefore reijuested 

 to fancy him cast by fortune into the company of some yet unknown Shep- 

 herds, and you have a liberty to believe 'twas by this following accident: 



"He, in a summers morning (about that liour when the great eye of 

 heaven first opens itself to give light to us mortals), walking a gentle i)ace 

 towards a brook (whose spring-head was not far distant from his peaceful 

 habitation), fitted with angle, lines, and flies, flies proper for that season 

 (being the fruitful month of May), intending all diligence to beguile the 

 timorous trout (with which the watery element abounded V observed a 



