Sole Soul of Drammas, thou who only art
Whole in the whole, and whole in ev'ry Part.
Thy fury every scene with spirit warmes,
And that same spirit every line informes.
No Commas ly intranc'd, and rise up sense
Three, four lines off, such is thy Influence.
Thy woords are all alive; and thou ne're writ
Things to come to themselves, nor Types of Wit,
All lives, and is fulfill'd. And for thy Plot
When ere we read we have, and have it not,
And glad to be deceiv'd, finding thy Drift
T' excell our guess at every turn, and shift.
Some new Meanders still do put us out,
Yet find that nearest what we thought about.
Through all Intriqu's we are securely lead,
And all the way we pass w'ave hold 'oth' thread,
Which a long while we feel not, till thy Close
Winding the Bottom up the Bottom showes.

H. Harington.

On Mr. FLETCHERS Wild-Goose Chase recovered.

This sprightly Posthume, whom our pious fear
Bewail'd as if it an abortive were
(And out of sense of that, no gen'rous breast
But a forsaken lover's grief exprest)
Hath forc'd his way thorough the pangs of Fate,
And in his infancy's at mans estate.
Thus that Fam'd flood that's plung'd into a grave
For many leagues, at length exalts his wave;
Leapes from his Sepulcher, and proudly slides
Through's banks in deeper, more expanded tides;
Till to his watry Center he hath got
By wrigling twines, subtile as FLETCHER'S plot.
That 'tis a sacred birth from hence we know,
It doth by buriall more glorious grow:
For Saints by persecution thrive; and none
Is Martyr'd, but's opprest into a throne.
There reign he to Time's end! while we from this,
Doe calculate his Apotheosis.

James Ramsey.

Instead of the Actors' names being given in a list separately, they follow the names and descriptions of the characters, thus:

End of Vol. IV.