* * * * * Col. _RICHARD LOVELACE_. I can compare no Man so like this Colonel _Lovelace_ as Sir _Philip Sidney_, of which latter it is said by one in an Epitaph made of him, Nor is it fit that more I should acquaint, Lest Men adore in one A Scholar, Souldier, Lover, and a Saint. As for their parallel, they were both of noble Parentage, Sir _Philips_ Father being Lord Deputy of _Ireland_, and President of _Wales_; our Colonel of a Vicount's name and Family; Scholars none can deny them both: The one Celebrated his Mistress under the bright name of _Stella_, the other the Lady Regent of his Affections, under the Banner of _Lucasta_, both of them endued with transcendent Sparks of Poetick Fire, and both of them exposing their Lives to the extreamest hazard of doubtful War; both of them such Soldiers as is expressed by the Poet. Undaunted Spirits, that encounter those Sad dangers, we to Fancy scarce propose. To conclude, Mr. _Lovelace's_ Poems did, do, and still will live in good Esteem with all knowing true Lovers of Ingenuity. * * * * * _ALEXANDER BROOME_. _Alexander Broome_ our English _Anacreon_, was an Attorney in the Lord Mayors Court; who besides his practice in Law, addicted himself to a Jovial strain in the ravishing Delights of Poetry; being the ingenious Author of most of those Songs, which on the Royalists account came forth during the time of the _Rump_, and _Oliver's_ Usurpation; and were sung so often by the Sons of Mirth and _Bacchus_, and plaid to by the sprightly Violin. Take for a tast a verse of one of his Songs. Come, come, let us drink, 'Tis in vain to think, Like fools, on grief or Sadness; Let our Money fly, And our Sorrows die, _All worldly care is Madness_: But Sack and good Chear, Will in spight of our fear, Inspire our Souls with Gladness. I shall only add his Poem which he made on the great Cryer at _Westminster-Hall_, by which you may judge of his Abilities in Poetry. When the Great Cryer in that greater Room, Calls _Faunt-le-roy_, and _Alexander Broome_, The people wonder (as those heretofore, When the Dumb spoke) to hear a Cryer Roar. The kitling Crue of Cryers that do stand With _Eunuchs_ voices, squeaking on each hand, Do signifie no more, compar'd to him, Then Member _Allen_ did to Patriot _Pim_. Those make us laugh, while we do him adore; Their's are but _Pistol_, his Mouths _Cannon-Bore_. Now those same thirsty Spirits that endeavor, To have their names enlarg'd, and last for ever, Must be Attorneys of this Court, and so His voice shall like Fame's loudest Trumpet blow Their names about the world, and make them last, While we can lend an Ear, or he a Blast. He wrote besides those airy Fancies, several other Serious Pieces; as also a Comedy called the _Cunning Lover_. * * * * * _Mr. JOHN CLEVELAND_.