The business of the kitchen's great, For it is fit that men should eat; Nor was it there denied. 15 Just in the nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each serving-man with dish in hand, 16 When all the meat was on the table, And this the very reason was, 17 Now hats fly off, and youths carouse; And who could help it, Dick? 18 O' the sudden up they rise and dance; 19 By this time all were stol'n aside But that he must not know; But yet 'twas thought he guess'd her mind, Above an hour or so. 20 When in he came (Dick), there she lay, Like new-fall'n snow melting away, "Twas time, I trow, to part. Kisses were now the only stay, Which soon she gave, as who would say, 21 But just as heavens would have to cross it, In came the bridemaids with the posset; The bridegroom eat in spite; For had he left the women to 't It would have cost two hours to do 't, Which were too much that night. 22 At length the candle 's out, and now All that they had not done, they do! What that is, who can tell? But I believe it was no more Than thou and I have done before With Bridget and with Nell! SONG. I pray thee send me back my heart, For if from yours you will not part, Yet now I think on 't, let it lie, To find it were in vain; Would steal it back again. Why should two hearts in one breast lie, O love! where is thy sympathy, If thus our breasts thou sever? But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out; For when I think I'm best resolved, Then farewell care, and farewell woe, For I'll believe I have her heart WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT. CARTWRIGHT was born in 1611, and was the son of an innkeeper-once a gentleman-in Cirencester. He became a King's scholar at Westminster, and afterwards took orders at Oxford, where he distinguished himself, according to Wood, as a 'most florid and seraphic preacher.' One is reminded of the description given of Jeremy Taylor, who, when he first began to preach, by his 'young and florid beauty, and his sublime and raised discourses, made men take him for an angel newly descended from the climes of Paradise.' Cartwright was appointed, through his friend Bishop Duppa, Succentor of the Church of Salisbury in 1642. He was one of a council of war appointed by the University of Oxford, for providing troops in the King's cause, to protect, or some said to overawe, the Universities. He was imprisoned by the Parliamentary forces on account of his zeal in the Royal cause, but soon liberated on bail. In 1643, he was appointed Junior Proctor of his University, and also Reader in Metaphysics. At this time he is said to have studied sixteen hours a-day. This, however, seems to have weakened his constitution, and rendered him an easy victim to what was called the camp-fever, then prevalent in Oxford. He died December 23, 1643, aged thirty-two. The King, then in Oxford, went into mourning for him. His works. were published in 1651, and to them were prefixed fifty copies of encomiastic verses from the wits and poets of the time. They scarcely justify the praises they have received, being somewhat crude and harsh, and all of them occasional. His private character, his eloquence as a preacher, and his zeal as a Royalist, seem to have supplemented his claims as a poet. He enjoyed, too, in his earlier life, the friendship of Ben Jonson, who used to say of him, 'My son Cartwright writes all like a man;' and such a sentence from such an authority was at that time fame. LOVE'S DARTS. 1 Where is that learned wretch that knows When 'twas he saw or heard them fly; Whether the sparrow's plumes, or dove's, I will anoint and keep them warm, 2 Fond that I am to ask! whoe'er So hopeless I must now endure, 3 A sudden fire of blushes shed To dye white paths with hasty red; Of motion, limbs, and face; 4 But as the feathers in the wing Unblemish'd are, and no wounds bring, Sparkling in several places, Till that we make them darts; 5 Beauty's our grief, but in the ore, We mint, and stamp, and then adore: Thus Nature's healing herbs we take, |