_Possis ut illum dicere_ mortuum, _En terra jam nunc_ quantula _sufficit_! _Exempta sit curis_, viator; _Terra sit illa levis_, _precare_. _Hic sparge_ flores, _sparge breves_ rosas, _Nam vita gaudet mortua floribus_, _Herbisque odoratis corona_ _Vatis adhuc_ cinerem calentem. EPITAPH OF THE LIVING AUTHOR. [_Translation_.] O WAYFARER, beneath his household shrine Here Cowley lies, closed in a little den; A life too empty and his lot combine To give him rest from all the toils of men. Not shining with unseemly shows of want, Nor noble with the indolence of ease; Fearless of spirit as a combatant With mob-loved wealth and all its devotees. That you may fairly speak of him as dead, Behold how little earth contents him now! Pray, wayfarer, that all his cares be fled, And that the earth lie lightly on his brow. Strew flowers here, strew roses soon to perish, For the dead life joys in all flowers that blow; Crown with sweet herbs, bank blossoms high, to cherish The poet’s ashes that are yet aglow. HENRY MORLEY. A FEW NOTES. Page 15. _Fertur equis_, &c. From the close of Virgil’s first Georgic: said of horses in a chariot race, Nor reins, nor curbs, nor threatening cries they fear, But force along the trembling charioteer. _Dryden’s translation_. Page 16. _En Romanos_, &c. Virgil, Æneid I., when Jove says, The people Romans call, the city Rome, To them no bounds of empire I assign, Nor term of years to their immortal line. _Dryden’s Virgil_. Page 18. “Laveer with every wind.” Laveer is an old sea term for working the ship against the wind. Lord Clarendon used its noun, “the schoolmen are the best laveerers in the world, and would have taught a ship to catch the wind that it should have gained half and half, though it had been contrary.” Page 24. _Amatorem trecentæ Pirithoum cohibent catenæ_. Horace’s Ode, Bk. IV., end of ode 4. Three hundred chains bind the lover, Pirithous: Wrath waits on sin, three hundred chains Pirithous bind in endless pains. _Creech’s Translation_. Page 25. _Aliena negotia_, &c. From Horace’s Satires, sixth of Book II. Page 25. _Dors_, cockchafers. Page 26. _Pan huper sebastos_. Lord over All. Page 27. _Perditur hæc inter misero Lux_. Horace, Satires, II., 6. This whole Satire is in harmony with the spirit of Cowley’s Essays. Page 29. _A slave in Saturnalibus_. In the Saturnalia, when Roman slaves had licence to disport themselves.