suggestions; but again there is not a jot or tittle of either. Thus is it throughout. One might as well turn up the words used in "Nosce Teipsum" in a quotation-illustrated Dictionary of the English Language (such as Richardson's) and argue 'plagiarism' because of necessarily agreeing definitions, as from a few scattered places in "Nosce Teipsum" discussing the same topics, allege appropriation of Nemesius. Your mere readers of title-pages and contents, or glancers over indices are constantly blundering after this fashion. Dalrymple was one of these. The headings of the successive sections--removed in our text from the margins to their several places--suffice to inform us of the original lines of thought and research and illustration pursued in "Nosce Teipsum" and thither I refer the Reader. The merest glance will show that in "Nosce Teipsum" you have the whole breadth of the field traversed--and that for the first time in Verse. I can only very imperfectly illustrate either the depth or the originality of the poem. Almost as at the opening of the book, take these uniting both:-- "And yet alas, when all our lamps are burnd, Our bodyes wasted, and our spirits spent; When we haue all the learnèd _Volumes_ turn'd, Which yeeld mens wits both help and ornament: What can we know? or what can we discerne? When _Error_ chokes the windowes of the minde, The diuers formes of things, how can we learne, That haue been euer from our birth-day blind? When _Reasone's_ lampe, which (like the _sunne_ in skie) Throughout _Man's_ little world her beames did spread; Is now become a sparkle, which doth lie Vnder the ashes, halfe extinct, and dead: How can we hope, that through the eye and eare, This dying sparkle, in this cloudy place, Can recollect these beames of knowledge cleere, Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace? So might the heire whose father hath in play Wasted a thousand pound of ancient rent; By painefull earning of a groate a day, Hope to restore the patrimony spent. The wits that diu'd most deepe and soar'd most hie Seeking Man's pow'rs, haue found his weaknesse such: "Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth flie, "We learne so little and forget so much. For this the wisest of all morall men Said, '_He knew nought, but that he nought did know_'; And the great mocking-Master mockt not then, When he said, '_Truth was buried deepe below_.' For how may we to others' things attaine, When none of vs his owne soule vnderstands? For which the Diuell mockes our curious braine, When, '_Know thy selfe_' his oracle commands. For why should wee the busie Soule beleeue, When boldly she concludes of that and this; When of her selfe she can no iudgement giue, Nor how, nor whence, nor where, nor what she is?