This sprightly Posthume, whom our pious fear
Bewail'd as if it an abortive were
(And out of sense of that, no gen'rous breast
But a forsaken lover's grief exprest)
Hath forc'd his way thorough the pangs of Fate,
And in his infancy's at mans estate.
Thus that Fam'd flood that's plung'd into a grave
For many leagues, at length exalts his wave;
Leapes from his Sepulcher, and proudly slides
Through's banks in deeper, more expanded tides;
Till to his watry Center he hath got
By wrigling twines, subtile as FLETCHER'S plot.
That 'tis a sacred birth from hence we know,
It doth by buriall more glorious grow:
For Saints by persecution thrive; and none
Is Martyr'd, but's opprest into a throne.
There reign he to Time's end! while we from this,
Doe calculate his Apotheosis.
James Ramsey.

Instead of the Actors' names being given in a list separately, they follow the names and descriptions of the characters, thus:

End of Vol. IV.


CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.


TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES

Added Table of Contents.

Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.

Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed.