Do Toyes divulge——­

  The other carried on in the latter part of the Distick.

    ——­Still add to what they hear,
  And of a Mole-hill do a Mountain rear.

But his Travels were not only painful, but profitable, living piously, and by that means having the blessing of God attending on his endeavours, making a holy use of his viewing those sacred places which he saw Jerusalem; Take an instance upon his sight of that place where the three wise men of the East offered their Oblations to our Saviour.

  Three Kings to th’King of Kings three gifts did bring,
  Gold, Incense, Myrrh, as Man, as God, as King;
  Three holy gifts be likewise given by thee
  To Christ, even such as acceptable be;
  For Myrhah, Tears; for Frankincense impart
  Submissive Prayers; for pure Gold, a pure Heart.

He most elegantly translated Ovid his Metamorphosis into English Verse, so that as the Soul of Aristotle was said to have transfigured into Thomas Aquinas, so might Ovid’s Genius be said to have passed into Mr. Sandys, rendring it to the full heighth, line for line with the Latin, together with most excellent Annotations upon each Fable.  But his Genius directed him most to divine subjects, writing a Paraphrase on the Book of Job, Psalms, Ecclesiastes, Canticles, &c. as also a divine Tragedy on Christs Passion.  He lived to be a very aged man, having a youthful Soul in a decayed Body, and died about the year 1641.

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Sir JOHN SUCKLING.

Sir John Suckling, in his time, the delight of the Court and darling of the Muses, was one so filled with Phoebean fire, as for excellency of his wit, was worthy to be Crowned with a Wreath of Stars, though some attribute the strength of his lines to favour more of the Grape than the Lamp; Indeed he made it his Recreation, not his Study, and did not so much seek fame as it was put upon him:  In my mind he gives the best Character of himself in those Verses of his in the Sessions of the Poets: 

Suckling next was call’d, but did not appear, But strait one whisper’d Apollo i’th’ear, That of all men living he cared not for’t, He lov’d not the Muses so well as his sport.

  And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit
  At Bowles, above all the Trophies of wit. 
  But Apollo was angry, and publickly said,
  Twere fit that a fine were set upon’s head.

Besides his Poems, he wrote three Plays, the Goblins a Comedy, Brenovalt a Tragedy, and Aglaura a Tragi-Comedy.  He was a loyal person to his Prince, and in that great defection of Scotch Loyalty in 1639. freely gave the King a hundred Horses.  And for his Poems, I shall conclude with what the Author of his Epistle to the Reader saies of them, It had been a Prejudice to posterity, and an injury to his own Ashes, should they have slept in Oblivion.