niani, the Grimaldi, the Summaripa's, and others, all Venetian
merchants, erected principalities in the several places of the
Archipelago, and thereby became truly, and properly Royal Merchants.

But there are several places which one cannot forbear thinking a
translation from classic writers.

In the Tempest Act V. Scene II. Prospero says,

--------I have------
Called forth the mutinous winds
And 'twixt the green sea, and the azured vault
Set roaring war; to the dread ratling thunder,
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak,
With his own bolt; the strong bas'd promontory,
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt up
The pine and cedar; graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, op'd and let them forth
By my so potent art.

So Medea in Ovid's Metamorphoses,

Stantia concutio cantu freta; nubila pello,
Nubilaque induco, ventos abigoque, vocoque;
Vivaque faxa sua convulsaque robora terra
Et sylvas moveo; jubeoque tremiscere montes,
Et mugire solum, manesque exire sepulchris.

But to return to the incidents of his life: Upon his quitting the
grammar school, he seems, to have entirely devoted himself to that way
of living which his father proposed, and in order to settle in the
world after a family manner, thought fit to marry while he was yet
very young. His wife was the daughter of one Hatchway, said to have
been a substantial Yeoman in the neighbourhood of Stratford. In this
kind of domestic obscurity he continued for some time, till by an
unhappy instance of misconduct, he was obliged to quit the place of
his nativity, and take shelter in London, which luckily proved the
occasion of displaying one of the greatest genius's that ever was
known in dramatic poetry. He had the misfortune to fall into ill
company: Among these were some who made a frequent practice of
Deer-stealing, and who engaged him more than once in robbing a park
that belonged to Sir Thomas Lucy of Charlecot near Stratford; for
which he was prosecuted by that gentleman, as he thought somewhat too
severely; and in order to revenge himself of this supposed ill usage,
he made a ballad upon him; and tho' this, probably the first essay of
his poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that
it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree, that he was
obliged to leave his business and family for some time, and shelter
himself in London. This Sir Thomas Lucy, was, it is said, afterwar