Chapter 6

after he has been bringing forth a Litter of Mr. _Congreeves_ Epithetes, as he calls them _original reads_ Epithetes, [blank] calls them

and incessant scalding Rain _original reads_ incess...

He tells ye more plain in troth than wittily _original reads_ He tells ye more plain in trot. ..an wittily

they make the Poem look like a Bitch overstock'd with Puppies, and suck the sense almost to Skin and Bone. For a Child to suck the Mother till the Blood follows, I think is not unreasonable, but for a Litter of Epithetes to suck the sense of a Poem to the Skin and Bone, is such Fustian stuff that _original reads_ they make the Poem look like a Bitch overstock'd with Pup...s, and suck ... sense almost to Skin and Bone. For a C.ild to suck t.. Mother t... ... Blood follows, I think is not unrea...able, but fo. . ..tter of Ep....... .o suck the sense of a Poem to the Skin and Bone, is such Fustian ..... that

I am even with him with a Dose of _Jollop_ _capital J uncertain_

And then buz home again to his own dormitory in _Shooe-lane_ _original reads_ Sho.e-lane

p. 27 [Footnote: Collier,] _page reference missing in original_

p. A2v (_Maxims_ ...) might possibly be thought _original reads_ possibly ]

[_Supplementary Note_:

Neither of the verse passages quoted on pg. 15 is by Chaucer. The first is from _The Plowman's Tale_, written about 1380 and traditionally attributed to Chaucer:

Of freres I have tolde before, In a makynge of a Crede. And yet I coulde tell worse and more, But men wolde weryen it to rede.

The second was printed in Tottel's Miscellany ("Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other", 1557):

Flee frõ the prese & dwell with sothfastnes Suffise to thee thy good though it be small, For horde hath hate and climyng ticklenesse Praise hath enuy, and weall is blinde in all Fauour no more, then thee behoue shall. Rede well thy self that others well canst rede, And trouth shall the deliuer it is no drede. ]

End of Project Gutenberg's Essays on the Stage, by Thomas D'Urfey and Bossuet