r it consists but of one, is a humorous
ironical recantation of his former satires; as the author pretends
there can be no just one in such perfect times as his own. The
latter part of it alludes to different passages in Juvenal; and he
particularly reflects on some poetaster he calls Labeo, whom he had
repeatedly lash'd before; and who was not improbably some cotemporary
scribler.

Upon the whole, these satires sufficiently evince both the learning
and ingenuity of their author. The sense has generally such a
sufficient pause, and will admit of such a punctuation at the close of
the second line, and the verse is very often as harmonious too, as if
it was calculated for a modern ear: tho' the great number of obsolete
words retained would incline us to think the editors had not procured
any very extraordinary alteration of the original edition, which we
have never seen. The present one is nearly printed; and, if it should
occasion another, we cannot think but a short glossary at the end of
it, or explanations at the bottom of the pages, where the most uncouth
and antiquated terms occur, would justly increase the value of it, by
adding considerably to the perspicuity of this writer; who, in other
respects, seems to have been a learned divine, a conscientious
christian, a lover of peace, and well endued with patience; for the
exercise of which virtue, the confusions at the latter end of his
life, about the time of the death of Charles I. furnished him with
frequent opportunities, the account of his own hard measures being
dated in May 1647. We have met with no other poetical writings of
the bishop's, except three anthems, composed for the use of his
cathedral-church; and indeed, it seems as if his continual occupation
after his youth, and his troubles in age, were sufficient to suppress
any future propensity to satirical poetry: which we may infer from the
conclusion of the first satire of his fourth book.

While now my rhimes relish of the ferule still,
Some nose-wise pedant saith; whose deep-seen skill
Hath three times construed either Flaccus o'er,
And thrice rehears'd them in his trivial flore.
So let them tax me for my hot blood's rage,
Rather than say I doated in my age.

[Footnote 1: Specialities of this bishop's life prefixed to his
works.]

[Footnote 2: Slight.]

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RICHARD CRASHAW.

Son of an eminent divine named William Crashaw, was educated in
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