Cf. _Clievelandi Vindiciae_, 1677, p. 122 (Cleveland's letter on a Puritan who had deserted to the Royalists. His officer complained that he had absconded with official money): 'I doubt not, but you will pardon your Man. He hath but transcribed Rebellion, and copied out that Disloyalty in Shorthand, which you have committed in Text.'] [Line: 6 bomball] A compound of 'bomb' and 'ball'.] [Line: 20 Adoniram] Byfield, a clerk of the Westminster Assembly whose minutes have been published in modern times. A great ejector of the clergy, who unfortunately did not live long enough to be ejected himself.] [Line: 26 This stuff does not by any means sound nice.] [Line: 32 ducatoons] One would take it that the ducatoon had a back view of some one's head; but a passage of _Hudibras_, and Grey's note on it, have complicated the matter with a story about the Archduke Albert of Austria, which seems to have little if any relevance _here_.] [Line: 35 antick heads] = 'gargoyles'.] [Line: 41 classic] As in Milton. Nor is this the only point in which the two old Christ's men, now on such opposite sides, agree in the 'New Forcers of Conscience' and this piece.] [Line: 52 _1653_ great-changing--a mere misprint.] [Line: 54 do swagger for] _1677_ most suspiciously improves to '_are champions_ for'.] [From l. 43 onwards _1653_ has the whole in italics, and it is pretty clear that after the first four lines the Echo speaks to the end. The 'Vindicators' do not seem to have seen this, though the absence of the quotes above would not prove it. Professor Case, however, thinks that 'So' refers to what precedes, and that in l. 47 and onwards the author and Echo speaks. It is possible.] The Antiplatonic. For shame, thou everlasting wooer, Still saying grace and never falling to her! Love that 's in contemplation placed Is Venus drawn but to the waist. Unless your flame confess its gender, And your parley cause surrender, Y' are salamanders of a cold desire That live untouched amidst the hottest fire. What though she be a dame of stone, The widow of Pygmalion, 10 As hard and unrelenting she As the new-crusted Niobe, Or (what doth more of statue carry) A nun of the Platonic quarry? Love melts the rigour which the rocks have bred-- A flint will break upon a feather-bed. For shame, you pretty female elves, Cease for to candy up your selves; No more, you sectaries of the game, No more of your calcining flame! 20 Women commence by Cupid's dart As a king hunting dubs a hart. Love's votaries enthral each other's soul, Till both of them live but upon parole.