In my last communication on this subject, I forgot to remark on the strange title given to the monody on Mr. Browne. May I ask if the name of "Chorus" was thus indiscriminately applied at the time when the poem was composed? The next poem that I shall give is copied from _Harleian MSS._, 367., art. 60., fol. 158. It is entitled-- "A VERTUOUS WOMAN. "When painted vice fils upp the rimes Of these our last depraued times: And soe much lust by wanton layes Dispersed is; that beautie strayes Into darke corners wheere vnseen, 5 Too many sadd berefts haue been. Aduance my muse to blaze[1] that face Wheere beautie sits enthroand in grace. The eye though bright, and quicke to moue, Daignes not a cast to wanton loue. 10 A comely ffront not husht in hayre, Nor face be-patcht to make it fayre. The lipps and cheekes though seemely redd, Doe blush afresh if by them fedd. Some wanton youthes doe gaze too much 15 Though naked breasts are hidd from touch. When due salutes are past, they shunn A seconde kisse: yea, half vndone Shee thinkes herselfe, when wantons praise Her hande or face with such loose phraise 20 As they haue learnt at acts and scenes, Noe hand in hand with them shee meenes, Shall giue them boldnes to embalme, Ther filthie fist in her chast palme. Her pretious honners overlookes, 25 At her retires the best of bookes. Whatsoeuer else shee doth forget Noe busines shall her prayers[2] let. Those that bee good, shee prizes most, Noe time with them shee counteth lost. 30 Her chast delights, her mind, aduance Above Lot-games or mixed dance. Shee cares not for an enterlude, Or idly will one day conclude. The looser toungs that filth disclose 35 Are graueolencie to her nose. But when a vertuous man shall court Her virgin thoughts in nuptiall sort: Her faire depor[t]ment, neyther coy Nor yet too forward, fits his ioy, 40 And giues his kisses leaue to seale On her fayre hand his faythfull zeale. Blest is his conquest in her loue, With her alone death cann remoue. And if before shee did adorne 45 Her parents' howse, the cheerefull morne Reioyceth now at this blest payre, To see a wife soe chast soe fayre. They happy liue; and know noe smart Of base suspects or iealous heart; 50 And if the publike bredd noe feare, Nor sadd alarms did fill ther care, From goodnes flowes ther ioy soe cleere As grace beginnes ther heauen heere."