Parthenia; or, the Maidenhead of the first Music that ever was printed for the Virginity. By John Bull. The Seven Planets; or, wandering Motives of Will Alabaster’s Wit, retrograded and removed by John Raislor. A Looking-glass for the Pope, wherein he may see his own Face, the express Image of Antichrist, by Lionel Sharp. Work, more Work, and yet a little more Work, for a Mass Priest, by Alex. Cook, D.D. Herba Parietis; or, the Wall-flower, as it grows out of the Stone Chamber belonging to the Metropolitan Prison, being a History which is partly true, partly romantick, morally divine; whereby a Marriage between Reality and Fancy is solemnized by Divinity, by Lewis Bayly, D.D. The Parliament of Bees; or, a Bee-hive furnished with Twelve Honeycombs, by John Day. A sorrowful Song for sinful Souls, by John Carpenter. Humour, Heaven on Earth, with the Civil Wars of Death and Fortune, by John Davies. A Counter Snarl for Ishmael Rabshakeh, a Cecropedian Lycaonite, by Edward Hoby. The Horn-blast; a Reply to R. Horne, Bishop of Winchester, by Th. Stapleton, D.D. Roaring Megg planted against the Walls of Melancholy, by Tho. Tyro. 1598. A Mastiff Whelp, with other Ruff-Island-like Curs from among the Antipodes, alias London, in 85 Satires. The Saint’s Soul excelling Humiliation, or Soul fatting Fasting. 1634. Humour out of Breath; a Comedy. The Foot out of the Snare. Rub and a great Cast, in 100 Epigrams, by Freeman. A Dechachordon of ten Quodlibetical Questions, by R. Persons. 1602. Niobe dissolved into a Violin, or his Age drowned in his own Tears. These are a few quaint things taken at hazard out of the Black Letter Bookseller’s catalogue; and it may be further observed on the subject, that all the books by Nash, Green, Withers, &c. then becoming very dear and rare, were distinguished by similarly eccentric appellations. Our Bookseller, with great sagacity and diligence, availed himself of the prevailing phantasy, and thus laid the foundation of emoluments which he did not live to enjoy. A whimsical anecdote of this personage will serve to illustrate the temper of the times, as demonstrated among us at the commencement of the French Revolution. On the murder of the unfortunate King of France, the Sexagenarian wrote a pamphlet, which he entitled “Brief Memoirs of the Chief of the French Regicides,” for which at that time he had access to curious and authentic documents. He offered it to the Black Letter Bookseller and his partner, who accepted it, paid the sum agreed upon, and advertised it for sale on a certain day.