t the south side of St. Giles's Church." The
date here is an error; for 1655 we should read 1634.

Sir Egerton Brydges, in his edition of Phillip's _Theatrum Poetarum_
(Canterbury, 1800, p. 252.), says of the same poet, "A monument was
erected over his grave by Inigo Jones, which was destroyed with the old
church." Here also is an error. Inigo Jones's altar-tomb to the memory
of his friend is still to be seen in the churchyard, against the south
wall of the church. The inscription, {373} which has been imperfectly
re-cut, is as follows:--

"Georgius Chapman
Poeta
MDCXX
Ignatius Jones,
Architectus Regius
ob honorem
bonarum Literarum
familiari
suo hoe mon
D.S.P.F.C."

There is no proof that Inigo Jones's tomb now occupies its original
site. The statement that Chapman was studied on the south side of the
church is, I believe, mere conjecture.

EDWARD F. RIMBAULT.

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MINOR NOTES

_Shakspeare and George Herbert._--Your correspondent D.S. (Vol. ii., p.
263.) has pointed out two illustrations to Shakspeare in George
Herbert's poems. The _parallel passages_ between the two poets are
exceedingly numerous. There are one or two which occur to me on the
instant:--

_The Church Porch_:

"In time of service, seal up both thine eyes,
And send them to thy heart; that, spying sin,
They may weep out the stains, by them did rise."

Cf. _Hamlet_, III. 4.:

"O Hamlet, speak no more;
Thou turnst mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct."

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_Gratefulness_:

"Thou, that hast given so much to me,
Give one thing more, a grateful heart."

Cf. _Second Pt. Henry Sixth_, I. i.:

"O Lord, that lends me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness;
For Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly blessings to my soul."

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_The Answer_:

"All the thoughts and ends
Which my fierce youth did bandy, fall and flow
Like leaves about me, or like summer friends,
Flies of estate and sunshine."

Cf. _Troil. and Cressida_, III. S.:

"Men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings but to the summer;
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath any honour