No ERRATA AT NON CORRIGENDA. WOW I come to rubbe over my work, I finde five or fix things like faults, which would be mended or commended, I know not well which, nor greatly care. 1. For Levity, read, Lepidity, and that a very little, and that very neceffary, if not unavoydable. Mifce ftultitiam Confiliis brevem -Dulce eft defipere in loco. Horat. To speak to light heads with heavy words, were to break their necks: to cloathe Summer matter, with Winter Rugge, would make the Reader fweat. It is mufick to me, to hear every Dity speak its spirit in its apt tune: every breast, to sing its proper part, and every creature, to expreffe it self in its naturall note: should I heare a Mouse roare like a Beare, a Cat lowgh like an Oxe, or a Horse whistle like a Red-breast, it would fcare mee. The world's a well ftrung fidle, mans tongue the quill, That fills the world with fumble for want of skill, When things and words in tune and tone doe meet, The univerfall fong goes fmooth and sweet. 2. For 2. For audacity, read, veracity, or Verum Gallice non libenter audis. Mart. Flattery never doth well, but when it is whispered through a paire of lifping teeth; Truth beft, when it is fpoken out, through a paire of open lips, Ye make fuch a noyfe there, with Drums and Trumpets, that if I fhould not speak loud, ye could not hear me. Ye talke one to another, with whole Culvering and Canon; give us leave to talk Squibs and Piftoletto's charged with nothing but powder of Love and shott of Reafon: if you will cut fuch deep gafhes in one anothers flesh, we must fow them up with deep ftitches, else ye may bleed to death: ye were better let us, your tender Countrymen doe it, than forraine Surgeons, who will handle you more cruelly, and take no other pay, but your Lives and Lands. Afpice vultus, Ecce meos, utinamque oculos in pectore poffes Inferere: & patrias intus deprendere Curas. Ovid. (Phoeb. He that to tall men fpeakes, must lift up's head, And when h'hath done, muft fet it where he did: He that to proud men talkes, must put on pride; And when h'hath done, 'tis good to lay't afide. 3. For, Yes, but you speak at three thousand miles diftance, which every Coward dare doe, read, if my heart deceives me not, I would speak thus, in the Prefence Chamber or Houfe of Commons; hoping Homer will speak a good word for me. Θαρσαλέος γὰρ ἀνὴρ ἐν πάσιν ἀμείνων M 2 Omnibus Omnibus in rebus potior vir fortis & audax When Kings are loft, and Subjects caft away, If 4. For, affected termes, read, I hope not I affect termes, it is my feebleneffe; friends that know me, think I doe not: I confeffe, I fee I have here and there taken a few finish stitches, which may haply please a few Velvet eares; but I cannot now well pull them out, unlesse I should seame-rend all. It feemes it is in fashion with you to fugar your papers with Carnation phrafes, and fpangle your fpeeches with new quodled words. Ermins in Minifer is every mans Coat. Yet we heare fome are raking in old musty Charnel books, for old mouldy monefyllables; I wish they were all banifht to Monmouthshire, to return when they had more wit. Multa renafcentur quæ jam cecidere, cadentque I honour them with my heart, that can expreffe more than ordinary matter in ordinary words: it is a pleasing eloquence; them more that study wifely and foberly to inhance their native language; them most of all, that esteem the late fignificant fpeech, the third great bleffing of the Land; it being fo enriched, that a man may speak many Tongues in his Mothers mouth mouth and an uplandish Rustick, more in one word than himselfe and all the Parish understands. Affected termes are unaffecting things to folid hearers; yet I hold him prudent, that in these faftidious times, will helpe difedged appetites with convenient condiments, and bangled ears, with pretty quicke pluckes. I speak the rather because, not long fince, I met with a book, the best to me I ever faw, but the Bible, yet under favour, it was fomewhat underclad, efpecially by him who can both excogitate and expreffe what hee undertakes, as well as any man I know. The world is growne fo fine in words and wit, That pens must now Sir Edward Nich❜las it. He that much matter fpeaks, Speaks ne'r a whit. If's tongue doth not career't above his wit. 5. For, You verfe it fimply, what need have we of your thin Poetry; read, I confeffe I wonder at it my self, that I fhould turne Poet: I can impute it to nothing, but to the flatuoufneffe of our diet: they are but sudden raptures foone up, foone downe. --Deductum dicere Carmen, is highly commended by Macrobius. Virgil himself said, Agreftem tenui meditabor arundine mufam. Poetry's a gift wherein but few excell; He doth very ill, that doth not paffing well. But he doth paffing well, that doth his beft, And he doth beft, that paffeth all the rest. M 3 6. For |