His Impresa was a Compass with one foot in Center, the other Broken, the word. Deest quod duceret orbem.

Essex after his brothers death Mr D'Evreux in France at Tilt had a black shield void, the word Par nulla figura dolori. ane other tyme, when the Queen was offended at him. a. Diamond with its own ashes, with which it is Cutt, about it the word Dum Formas Minuis.

he gave the Prince Fax gloria mentis honesta. He said to me that I was too good and simple, and that oft a mans modestie, made a fool of his witt. His armes were three spindles or Rhombi, his own word about Percunctator or Perscrutator. his Epitaph by a companion written is

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here Lyes Benjamin Iohnson dead

and hath no more wit than goose in his head,
that as he was wont, so doth he still

live by his wit, and evermore will.
ane other

here lyes honest Ben

that had not a beard on his chen.

Miscellanies

Iohn Stow had monstrous observations in his Chronicle and was of his craft a Tailour. he and I walking alone he asked two Criples what they would have to take him to their order.

In his Sejanus he hath translated a whole oration of Tacitus The first four bookes of Tacitus ignorantly done in Englishe/

I. Selden liveth on his owne, is the Law book of ye

Iudges of England, the bravest man in all Languages, his booke titles of honour, written to his chamber fellow Heywood.

Tailor was sent along here to scorn him.

Cambden wrot that book remaines of Bretagne Ioseph Hall the Herbenger to Dones Anniversarie the Epigrame of Martial Vin Verpum he Vantes to expone. Lucan, Sidney, Guarini make every man speak as well as themselves, forgetting decorum, for Dametas sometymes speaks Grave sentences, Lucan taken in parts excellent; alltogidder naught.

He disuaded me from Poetrie, for that she had beggered him, when he might have been a rich lawer, Physitian or Marchant.

Questioned about English, them, they, those. they is still the Nominative, those accusative, them Newter, collective, not them men them trees, but them by it selfreferrd to Many. which, who, be relatives, not that. Flouds, Hilles, he would have Masculines.

he was better versed & knew more in Greek and Latin, than all the Poets in England and quintessence their braines.

He made Much of that Epistle of Plinius, wher ad prandium non ad notam is & yt other of Marcellinus who Plinie made to be removed from the Table, & of the Grosse Turbat.

one wrote ane Epigrame to his father & vanted he had slain ten. the quantity of decem being false an other answered the Epigrame telling that decem was false. S. I. Davies Epigrame of the Whoores &c compared to a Coule.

Of all stiles he loved most to be named honest, and hath of that ane hundreth letters so naming him he had this oft

thy flattering Picture Phrenee is lyke the

only in this that ye both painted be.

In his merry humor, he was wont to name himself Y the Poet

he went from Lieth homeward the 25 of Ianuary
1619 in a pair of shoes, which he told lasted him
since he came from Darnton, which he minded to
take back that farr againe, they were appearing like
Coriats, the first two dayes he was all excoriate. if
he died by the Way, he promised to send me his
papers of this Country, Hewen as they were.

I have to send him descriptions of Edinbrough,
Borrowlands, of the Lowmond.

that piece of the Pucelle of the Court, was stollen
out of his pocket by a Gentleman who drank him
drousie & given Mistriss Boulstraid, which brought
him great displeasure.

19 he sent to me this Madrigal

on a lovers dust, made sand for ane Houre Glasse Doe but consider this smal dust here running in ye glasse

by atomes moved

Could thou believe that this the bodie ever was
of one that loved?

and, in his Mistresse flaming playing like the Flye,
turn'd to Cinders by her eye!

Yes, and in death, as lyfe unblest
to have it exprest

Even ashes of lovers find no rest.

and this which is (as he said) a picture of himselfe. I doubt that love is rather deafe than blinde

for else it could not bee

that shee.

Whom I adore so much should so slight mee,
and cast my sute behinde.
I'm sure my Language to her is as sweet
and all my closes meet

In numbers of as subtile feete,
as makes the youngest hee

that sits in shadow of Apollos tree.

O, but my conscious feares

that flye my thoughts betweene,
prompt mee, that shee hath seene

my hundred of Gray haires.
told Six and forty yeares.

read so much Waste as she cannot embrace
my Mountaine belly and my rockye face.
and all these through her eies, have stop'd her eares.
Ianuary 19. 1619.

He is a great lover and praiser of himself, a contemner and Scorner of others, given rather to losse a friend, than a jest, jealous of every word and action of those about him (especiallie after drink) which is one of the Elements in which he liveth, a dissembler of ill parts which raigne in him, a bragger of some good that he wanteth, thinketh nothing well bot what either he himself, or some of his friends and Countrymen hath said or done. he is passionately kynde and angry, carelesse either to gaine or keep,

vindicative, but if he be well answered, at himselt. for any religion as being versed in both.

Interpreteth best sayings and deeds often to the worst: oppressed with fantasie, which hath ever mastered his reason, a generall disease in many poets. his inventions are smooth and easie, but above all he excelleth in a translation.

when his Play of a Silent woman was first acted, ther was found Verses after on the stage against him, concluding that, that play was well named the Silent Woman. ther was never one man to say Plaudite to it

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