For him to write such annals; all these things
Do open laughter’s and shutt up griefe’s springs.
Tell me, what juster or more congruous peere
Than Ale, to judge of workes begott of beere?
Wherefore forbeare—or, if thou print the next,
Bring better notes, or take a meaner text.
ON
MR. FRANCIS BEAUMONT,
THEN NEWLY DEAD.
(The following lines, which have hitherto been omitted in the bishop’s poems, are found in the collected dramas of the
“twin stars that run