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Therein is space enough, I trow,
IN THE SAME STYLE.
FULL oft doth Mat. with Topaz dine,
IN THE SAME STYLE.
FAIR Susan did her wif-hede well menteine Algates assaulted sore by letchours tweine: Now, and I read aright that auncient song,
Old were the paramours, the dame full yong.
WHEN fam'd Verelst this little wonder drew,
1 Simon Verelst, a Flemish painter, born at Antwerp. He settled in England, and became very celebrated for painting fruits and flowers, and received greater sums for his performances than had ever been paid before for the like kind in London. Mr. Pilkington says, “as to his flower and fruit subjects, he handled them in a charming manner, and gave them force and relief by a judicious management of the chiaro scuro. He painted his objects with great truth and resemblance of nature, and his colouring was fresh, but as to his portraits, they were not much to his honour, though he finished them as highly as he did his flowers, which he always took care to introduce in every portrait.” He died 1710, aged 46. See Pilkington's Dictionary of Painters, p. 667.
TO THE LADY ELIZABETH HARLEY, SINCE MARCHION ESS OF CARMARTHEN, ON A COLUMN OF HER DRAWING.
WHEN future ages shall with wonder view
PROTOGENES AND APELLES.
WHEN poets wrote, and painters drew,
And, as old Pliny’s writings show,
1 See C. Plinii, Nat. Hist. lib. xxxv, cap. x. vol. iii p. 181. ed. 1669,
But, sir, at six ('tis now past three) Dromo must make my master's tea: At six, sir, if you please to come, You'll find my master, sir, at home. Tea, says a critic, big with laughter, Was found some twenty ages after; Authors, before they write, should read; 'Tis very true; but we'll proceed. And, sir, at present would you please To leave your name.-Fair maiden, yes. Reach me that board. No sooner spoke But done. With one judicious stroke, On the plain ground Apelles drew A circle regularly true; And will you please, sweetheart, said he, To show your master this from me? By it he presently will know, How painters write their names at Co. He gave the panel to the maid. Smiling and court’sying, sir, she said, I shall not fail to tell my master: And, sir, for fear of all disaster, I'll keep it my ownself: safe bind, Says the old proverb, and safe find. So, sir, as sure as key or lock— Your servant, sir—at six o'clock. Again at six Apelles came, Found the same prating civil dame. Sir, that my master has been here, Will by the board itself appear. If from the perfect line be found,