Stay, wayfarer--behold In ev'ry mould'ring bone a trophy here. In all these hosts of martyrs, So many triumphs. These vaults--these countless tombs, E'en in their very silence Proclaim aloud Rome's glory: The echo'd fame Of subterranean Rome Rings on the ear. The city's sepulchres, albeit hidden, Present a spectacle To the wide world patent. In lowly rev'rence hail this hallow'd spot, And henceforth learn Gold beneath dross Heav'n below earth, Rome under Rome to find! F.T.J.B. Brookthorpe. _Parallel Passages._-- "_There is an acre sown with royal seed_, the copy of the greatest change from rich to naked, from cieled roofs to arched coffins, from _living like gods to die like men_."--Jeremy Taylor's _Holy Dying_, chap. i. sect. 1. p. 272. ed. Edin. "_Here's an acre sown_ indeed _With_ the richest _royalest seeds_, That the earth did e'er suck in, Since the first man dyed for sin: Here the bones of birth have cried, Though _gods they were, as men they died_." F. BEAUMONT M.W. Oxon. _A Note on George Herbert's Poems._--In the notes by Coleridge attached to Pickering's edition of George Herbert's _Poems_, on the line-- "My flesh beg_u_n unto my soul in pain," Coleridge says-- "Either a misprint, or noticeable idiom of the word _began_: Yes! and a very beautiful idiom it is: the first colloquy or address of the flesh." The idiom is still in use in Scotland. "You had better not begin to me," is the first address or colloquy of the school-boy half-angry half-frightened at the bullying of a companion. The idiom was once English, though now obsolete. Several instances of it are given in the last edition of Foxe's _Martyrs_, vol. vi. p. 627. It has not been noticed, however, that the same idiom occurs in one of the best known passages of Shakspeare; in Clarence's dream, _Richard III._, Act i. Sc. 4.: "O, then _began_ the tempest _to_ my soul." Herbert's _Poems_ will afford another illustration to Shakspeare, _Hamlet_, Act iv. Sc. 7.:-- "And then this _should_ is like a spendthrift sigh, That hurts by easing." Coleridge, in the _Literary Remains_, vol. i. p. 233., says-- "In a stitch in the side, every one must have heaved a sigh that hurts by easing." Dr. Johnson saw its true meaning: "It is," he says, "a notion very prevalent, that sighs impair the strength, and wear out the animal powers." In allusion to this popular notion, by no means yet extinct, Herbert says, p. 71.: "Or if some years with it (a sigh) escape The sigh then only is A gale to bring me sooner to my bliss." D.S. "_Crede quod habes_," &c.--The celebrated answer to a Protestant about the real presence, by the borrower of his horse, is supposed to be made since the Reformation, by whom I forget:-- "Quod nuper dixisti De corpore Christi Crede quod edis et edis; Sic tibi rescribo De tuo palfrido Crede quod habes et habes."