Till Death appear’d, and smote him with his dart.
His portrait, as when riding on a Jack-ass, in 1697, is extant. He died 4th April, 1701, and was mourned by the Smithfield muses.
§ 2.—ADDITIONAL NOTES
To the 1671-72 Editions of
WESTMINSTER-DROLLERY.
Page 81. Is she gone? let her go.
This is a parody or mock on a black-letter ballad in the Roxburghe Collection, ii. 102, entitled “The Deluded Lasses Lamentation: or, the False Youth’s Unkindness to his Beloved Mistress.” Its own tune. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Black. In four-line verses, beginning:—
Is she gone? let her go, I do not care,
Though she has a dainty thing, I had my share:
She has more land than I by one whole Acre,