nec quarta loqui persona laboret.

Mr. Langbaine professes himself ignorant from whence the plot is taken, neither can he find the name of any such Prince as Alaham, that reigned in Ormus, where the scene lyes, an island situated at the entrance of the Persian Gulph, which is mentioned by Mr. Herbert[2] in his account of Ormus.

Mustapha, a Tragedy, printed in folio 1633.  This play likewise seems to be built on the model of the ancients, and the plot is the same with that of lord Orrery’s tragedy of the same title, and taken from Paulus Jovius, Thuanus, &c.  Both these plays are printed together in folio, London, 1633, with several other poems, as a Treatise on Human Learning; An Inquisition upon Fame and Honour; A Treatise of Wars.  All these are written in a stanza of six lines, four interwoven, and a couplet in base, which the Italians call Sestine Coelica, containing one hundred and nine sonnets of different measures.  There are in this volume two letters; the one to an honourable Lady, containing directions how to behave in a married state; the other addressed to his cousin Grevil Varney, then in France, containing Directions for Travelling.  His lordship has other pieces ascribed to him besides those published under his name, The Life of Sir Philip Sidney, printed at the beginning of the Arcadia.  His Remains, or Poems of Monarchy and Religion, printed in 8vo.  London 1670.  Philips and Winstanley ascribe a play to him, called Marcus Tullius Cicero, but this is without foundation, for that play was not written, at least not printed, ’till long after his lordship’s death.  Having now given some account of his works, I shall sum up his character in the words of Mrs. Cooper, in her Muses Library, as it is not easy to do it to better advantage.

“I don’t know (says she) whether a woman may be acquitted for endeavouring to sum up a character so various and important as his lordship’s; but if the attempt can be excused, I don’t desire to have it pass for a decisive sentence.  Perhaps few men that dealt in poetry had more learning, or real wisdom than this nobleman, and yet his stile is sometimes so dark and mysterious, that one would imagine he chose rather to conceal, than illustrate his meaning.  At other times his wit breaks out again with an uncommon brightness, and shines, I’d almost said, without an equal.  It is the same thing with his poetry, sometimes so harsh and uncouth as if he had no ear for music, at others, so smooth and harmonious as if he was master of all its powers.”

The piece from which I shall quote some lines, is entitled,

  A treatise of human learning.

  The mind of man is this world’s true dimension;
  And knowledge is the measure of the minde: 
  And as the minde in her vast comprehension,
  Contains more worlds than all the world can finde. 
  So knowledge doth itself farre more extend,
  Than all the minds of men can comprehend.