There at his Mistress feet a Lover lies,
  And for a Tawdry painted Baby dies;
  Falls on his knees, adores and is afraid
  Of the vain Idol he himself has made. 
  These, and a thousand Fools unmention’d here,
  Hate Poets all, because they Poets fear. 
  Take heed (they cry) yonder mad Dog will bite,
  He cares not whom he falls on in his fit: 
  Come but in’s way, and strait a new Lampoon
  Shall spread your mangled fame about the Town

This Earl died in the Flower of his Age, and though his Life might be somewhat Extravagant, yet he is said to have dyed Penitently; and to have made a very good End.

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Mr. THOMAS FLATMAN.

Mr. Thomas Flatman, a Gentleman once of the middle Temple, of Extraordinary Parts, equally ingenious in the two Noble Faculties of Painting and Poetry; as by the several choice Pieces that have been seen of his Pourtraying and Limning, and by his Book of Poems, which came out about Fourteen or Fifteen Years ago, sufficiently appeareth:  The so much Celebrated Song of the Troubles of Marriage, is ascribed to him.

  Like a Dog with a Bottle tyed close to his Taile,
  Like a Tory in a Bog, or a Thief in a Jail, _&c._

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MARTIN LUELLIN.

This Gentleman was bred up a Student in Christ-Church in Oxford; where he addicted his Mind to the sweet Delights of Poetry, writing an Ingenious Poem, entituled, Men Miracles, which came forth into the World with great applause.  The times being then when there was not only Cobling Preaching, but Preaching Coblers; he followed the practice of Physick, and whether he be yet living is to me unknown.

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EDMOND FAIRFAX.

Edmond Fairfax, a most judicious, elegant, and approved Poet, and who we should have remembred before:  But better out of due place, than not at all.  This judicious Poet Translated that most exquisite Poem of Torquato Tasso, the Prince of Italian Heroick Poets, which for the Exactness of his Version, is judged by some not inferior to the Original it self.  He also wrote some other things of his own Genius, which have passed in the World with a general applause.

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HENRY KING Bishop of Chichester.

This Reverend Prelate, a great lover of Musick, Poetry, and other ingenious Arts; amongst his other graver Studies, had some Excursions into those pleasing Delights of Poetry; and as he was of an Obliging Conversation for his Wit and Fancy; so was he also very Grave and Pious in his Writings; Witness his Printed Sermons on the Lords Prayer, and others which he Preached on several Occasions.  His Father was John King, Bishop of London; one full fraught with all Episcopal Qualities; who died Anno 1618. and was Buried in the Quire of St. Paul’s, with the plain Epitaph of Resurgam:  But since a prime Wit did enlarge thereon, which for the Elegancy of it, I cannot but commit it to Posterity.