19O.  Garrick:  David, an English actor, celebrated especially for his Shakespearian parts (1716-1779).

193.  Junius:  the assumed name of a political writer who in 1769 began to issue in London a series of famous letters which opposed the ministry in power, and denounced several eminent persons with severe invective and pungent sarcasm.

195.  Some Chatterton shall have the luck of calling Rowley into life:  the chief claim to celebrity of Thomas Chatterton (1752-1770) is the real or pretended discovery of poems said to have been written in the fifteenth century by Thomas Rowley, a priest of Bristol, and found in Radcliffe church, of which Chatterton’s ancestors had been sextons for many years.  They are now generally considered Chatterton’s own.

THE TWINS “Give” and “It-shall-be-given-unto-you”

I

Grand rough old Martin Luther
   Bloomed fables-flowers on furze,
The better the uncouther: 
   Do roses stick like burrs?

II

A beggar asked an alms
   One day at an abbey-door,
Said Luther; but, seized with qualms,
   The abbot replied, “We’re poor!”

III

“Poor, who had plenty once,
   When gifts fell thick as rain:  10
But they give us nought, for the nonce,
   And now should we give again?”

IV

Then the beggar, “See your sins! 
   Of old, unless I err,
Ye had brothers for inmates, twins,
   Date and Dabitur.

V

“While Date was in good case
   Dabitur flourished too: 
For Dabitur’s lenten face
   No wonder if Date rue. 20

VI

“Would ye retrieve the one? 
   Try and make plump the other! 
When Date’s penance is done,
   Dabitur helps his brother.

VII

“Only, beware relapse!”
   The Abbot hung his head. 
This beggar might be perhaps
   An angel, Luther said.

Notes: 
“The Twins” versifies a story told by Martin Luther in his “Table Talk,” in which the saying, “Give and it
shall be given unto you,” is quaintly personified by the
Latin words equivalent in meaning:  Date, “Give,” and
Dabitur, “It-shall-be-given-unto-you.”

I. Martin Luther:  (1483-1546), the leader of the Reformation.

A LIGHT WOMAN

I

So far as our story approaches the end,
   Which do you pity the most of us three? 
My friend, or the mistress of my friend
   With her wanton eyes, or me?