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The following Instrument was transmit

ted to us by John Anstis, Esq; Garter King at Arms : It is mark'd, G. 13. p. 349.

[There is also a Manuscript in the Heralds

Office, mark'd W. 2. p. 276; where notice is taken of this Coat, and that the Person to whoin it was granted, had born Magistracy at Stratford upon Avon.]

T o all and singular Noble and Gentlemen of all

1 Estates and Degrees, bearing Arms, to whom these Presents shall come; William Dethick, Garter Principal King of Arms of England, and William Camden, alias Clarencieulx, King of Arms for the South, East, and West Parts of this Realm, fend Greetings. Know ye, that in all Nations and Kings doms the Record and Remembrance of the valiant Facts and virtuous Dispositions of worthy Men have been made known and divulged by certain Shields of Arms and tokens of Chivalrie ; the Grant or Testimony whereof apperteineth unto us, by virtue of our offices from the Queen's moft Excellent Majesty, and her Highness's most noble and victorious Progenitors: Wherefore being sollicited, and by credible Report informed, that John Shakespere, now of Stratford upon Avon in the County of Warwick, Gentleman, whose Great Grandfather for his faithful and approved Service to the late most prudent Prince, King Henry VII. of famous Memory, was advanced and rewarded with Lands and Tenements, given to him in those Parts of Warwickshire, where they have continued by fome Descents in good Reputation and Credit ; And for that the said Joon Shakespere having married the Daughter and one of the Heirs of Robert Arden of VOL. I.


informelore being folloble and victorient Majesty, ar

Wellingcote in the said County, and aiso produced this his ancient Coat of Arms, heretofore aligned to him whilft he was her Majesty's Officer and Bailiff of that Town. In consideration of the Premises, and for the Encouragement of his Pofterity, unto whom such Blazon of Arms and Atchievements of Inheritance from their faid Mother, by the ancient Custom and Laws of Arms, may lawfully descend ; We the said Garter and Clarencieulx have assigned, granted, and confirmed, and by these Presents exemplified unto the said John Shakespere, and to his Pofterity, that Shield and Coat of Arms, viz. In a Field of Gold upon a Bend Sables a Spear of the first, the Point upward, headed Argent; and for his Crest or Cognisance, A Falcon, Or, with his Wings displayed, standing on a Wreathe of bis Colours, supporting a Spear armed headed, or Jieeled Silver, fixed upon an Helmet with Mantles and Talfels, as more plainly may appear depicted in this Margent; And we have likewise impaled the same with the ancient Arms of the said Arden of Wellingcote; signifying thereby, that it may and shall be lawful for the said John Shakespere, Gent. to bear and use the same Shield of Arms, single or impaled, as aforesaid, during his natural Life ; and that it shall be lawful for his Children, Issue, and Pofterity, lawfully begotten, to bear, use, and quarter, and shew forth the same, with their due Differences, in all lawful warlike Feats and civil Use or Exercises, according to the Laws of Arms, and Custom that to Gentlemen belongeth, without Let or Interruption of any Person or Persons, for use or bearing the same. In Witness and Testimony whereof we have subscribed our Names, and faitned the Seals of our Offices. Given at the Office of Arms, London, the Day of in the Forty second Year of the Reign of our most Gracious Sovereign Lady Elizabeth, by the Grace of God, Queen of England, France, and Irelaid, Defender of the Faith, & c. 1599.



Memory of my beloved the AUTHOR, Mr. WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR,

And what he hath left us.

To draw no envy (Shakespear) on thy Name,

I Am I thus ample to thy Book, and Fame: While I confefs thy writings to be such,

As neither Man, nor Mufe can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all mens suffrage. But these wayes Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise : For seeliest Ignorance on these may light, Which, when it sounds at best, but ecchoes right; Or blind Affection, which doth ne'er advance . The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty Malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruine, where it seem'd to raise. These are, as fome infamous Baud, or Whore, Should praise a Matron. What could hurt her more ? But thou art proof against them, and indeed Above tb'ill fortune of them, or the need. I therefore will begin, Soul of the Age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our Stage! My Shakespear rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont le A little further, to make thee a room : Thou art a Monument without a Tomb, And art alive still, while thy Book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses; I mean with great, but disproportion'd Muses: . For if I thought my judgment were of years, I bould commit thee surely with thy Peers, d 2


And tell how far thou didst our Lily out-line,
Or Sporting Kid, or Marlow's mighty Line.
And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek,
From thence to bonour thee, I would not seek
For names; but call forth thund'ring Æschylus,
Euripides, and Sophocles to us,
Pacuvius, Accius, bim of Cordova dead,
To live again, to bear thy Buskin tread,
And soake a Stage: Or, when thy Socks were on,
Leave thee alone for the comparison
Of all, that infolent Greece, or haughty Rome
Sent forth, or fince did from their ashes come.
Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to mow,
To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe.
He was not of an age, but for all time!

And all the Mules, still were in their prime,
When like Apollo he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Nature herself was proud of his designes,
And joy'd to wear the dresing of bis Lines !
Which were so richly spun, and woven to fit,
As, fince, He will vouchsafe no other wit.
The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes,
Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ;
But antiquated, and deserted lye,
As they were not of Nature's family.
Yet mijt I not give Nature all: Thy Art,
My gentle Shakespear, must enjoy a part.
For tho' the Poet's matter Nature be,
His Art doth give the Fashion. And, that he
Who cafts to write a living line, must sweat,
(Such as thine are ) and strike the second heat
Upon the Muses Anvile ; turn the same,
(And himself with it) that be thinks to frame ;
Or for the Lawrel, be may gain a scorn,
For a good Poet's made, as well as born.
And such wert thou. Look how the Father's face
Lives in his Ifjue, even to the race

Of Shakespear's mind and manners brightly lines
In his well torned, and true filed lines :
In each of which he seems to make a Lance,
As brandisk'd at the eyes of Ignorance.
Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a fight it were
To see thee in our water yet appear,
And make those flights upon the Banks of Thames,
That ro did take Eliza, and our James ! .
But stay, I see thee in the Hemisphere
Advancd, and made a Constellation there!
Shine forth, thou Starre of Poets, and with rage,
Or influence, chide, or chear the drooping Srage,
Which, since thy flight from bence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy Volume's light.

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