Wish me then within her arms, And that wish will ne'er repent me, If your wishes might prove charms. WILLY. Be thy prison her embrace, Be thy air her sweetest breathing. CUDDY. Be thy prospect her fair face, For each look a kiss bequeathing, And appoint thyself the place. ROGET. Nay pray, hold there, for I should scantly then Come meet you here this afternoon again: But fare you well, since wishes have no power, Let us depart, and keep the 'pointed hour. [1] 'Ewes:' hopes. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT, The author of 'Gondibert,' was the son of a vintner in Oxford, and born in February 1605. Gossip says--but says with her usual carelessness about truth--that he was the son of no less a person than William Shakspeare, who used, in his journeys between London and Stratford, to stop at the Crown, an inn kept by Davenant's reputed father. This story is hinted at by Wood, was told to Pope by Betterton the player, and believed by Malone, but seems to be a piece of mere scandal. It is true that Davenant had a great veneration for Shakspeare, and expressed it, when only ten years old, in lines 'In remembrance of Master William Shakspeare,' beginning thus:-- 'Beware, delighted poets, when you sing, To welcome nature in the early spring, Your numerous feet not tread The banks of Avon, for each flower (As it ne'er knew a sun or shower) Hangs there the pensive head.' Southey says--'The father was a man of melancholy temperament, the mother handsome and lively; and as Shakspeare used to put up at the house on his journeys between Stratford and London, Davenant is said to have affected the reputation of being Shakspeare's son. If he really did this, there was a levity, or rather a want of feeling, in the boast, for which social pleasantry, and the spirits which are induced by wine, afford but little excuse.'