(The New Inn, épilogue.)

[116]:

Thy Pegasus....
He had bequeathed his belly unto thee
To hold that little learning which is fled,
Into thy guts from out thy emptye head.

[117]:

Disease the enemy, and his engineers,
Want, with the rest of his conceal'd compeers
Have cast a trench about me, now five years....
The muse not peeps out, one of hundred days;
But lies block'd up, and straiten'd, narrow'd in,
Fix'd to bed and boards, unlike to win
Health, or scarce breath, as she had never been.

(An Epistle mendicant, 1631.)

[118]: The Devil is an ass.

[119]: Séjan, Catilina, passim.

[120]: Alfred de Musset, préface de La Coupe et les Lèvres. Platon, Ion.

[121]: Comparez sir Épicure Mammon au baron Hulot (Balzac, Parents pauvres). Balzac, qui est savant comme Jonson, fait des êtres réels comme Shakspeare.