Like Tailor[1] smooth, like Fisher[2] swollen, and now
Grim Yarrington[3] scarce bloodier marked than thou,
Then bluff as Mayne's[4] or broad-mouthed Barry's[5] glee;
Proud still with hoar predominance of brow
And beard like foam swept off the broad blown sea,
Where'er thou go, men's reverence goes with thee.

[1] Author of _The Hog hath lost his Pearl_.

[2] Author of _Fuimus Troes, or the True Trojans_.

[3] Author of _Two Tragedies in One_.

[4] Author of _The City Match_.

[5] Author of _Ram-Alley, or Merry Tricks_.




XII

JOHN MARSTON


The bitterness of death and bitterer scorn
Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou
Wast fain to gather for thy bended brow
A chaplet by no gentler forehead worn.
Grief deep as hell, wrath hardly to be borne,