Footnotes

Have sung with mirth and merry-gle:--1661.

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TO MY REVEREND FRIEND THE AUTHOR OF THE SYNAGOGUE.

1661.

[The Synagogue, or The Shadow of the Temple. Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations. In imitation of Mr. George Herbert. The fourth Edition corrected and enlarged. London, Printed for Philemon Stephens, at the guilded Lyon in St. Pauls Churchyard, 1661. p. 67.]

To my Reverend Friend the Author of the Synagogue.

Sir,

I lov'd you for your Synagogue, before I knew your person; but now love you more; Because I find It is so true a picture of your mind: Which tunes your sacred lyre To that eternal quire; Where holy Herbert fits (O shame to prophane wits) And sings his and your Anthems, to the praise Of Him that is the first and last of daies.

These holy Hymns had an Ethereal birth: For they can raise sad souls above the earth And fix them there Free from the worlds anxieties and fear. Herbert and you have pow'r To do this: ev'ry hour I read you kills a sin, Or lets a vertue in To fight against it; and the Holy Ghost Supports my frailties, lest the day be lost.

This holy war, taught by your happy pen, The Prince of Peace approves. When we poor men Neglect our arms, W'are circumvested with a world of harms. But I will watch, and ward, And stand upon my guard, And still consult with you, And Herbert, and renew My vows; and say, Well fare his, and your heart, The fountains of such sacred wit and art. IZ. WA.

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EPITAPH ON HIS SECOND WIFE, ANNE KEN.

1662.

[In Worcester Cathedral. The event is thus recorded by Walton in his Family Prayer-Book: "Anne Walton dyed the 17th of April, about one o'clock in that night, and was buried in the Virgin Mary's Chapel, in the cathedral in Worcester, the 20th day."]

Ex Terris M.S. Here lyeth buried so much as could dye of ANNE, the Wife of Isaak Walton; who was a Woman of Remarkable Prudence, and of the Primitive Piety; her great and general knowledge being adorned with such true humility, and blest with so much Christian meekness, as made her worthy of a more memorable Monument. She dyed! (Alas, that she is dead!) the 17th of April, 1662, aged 52. Study to be like her.

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