“Let twattling [twaddling] Fame cheate others’ rest,
I am no dish for Rumor’s feast.”
Mr. Halliwell comes to our assistance thus: “Page 244, line 21, [22 it
should be,] _I um_,--a printer’s error for _I am_.” _Dignus vindice
nodus!_ Five lines above, we have “whole” for “who’ll,” and four lines
below, “helmeth” for “whelmeth”; but Mr. Halliwell vouchsafes no note.
In the “Fawn” we read, “Wise _neads_ use few words,” and the editor says
in a note, “a misprint for _heads_”! Kind Mr. Halliwell!
Having given a few examples of our “Editor’s” corrections, we proceed to
quote a passage or two which, it is to be presumed, he thought perfectly
clear.
“A man can skarce put on a tuckt-up cap,
A button’d frizado sute, skarce eate good meate,
_Anchoves_, _caviare_, but hee’s satyred
And term’d phantasticall. By the muddy spawne
Of slymie neughtes, when troth, phantasticknesse
That which the naturall sophysters tearme
_Phantusia incomplexa_--is a function
Even of the bright immortal part of man.
It is the common passe, the sacred dore,
Unto the prive chamber of the soule;
That bar’d, nought passeth past the baser court
Of outward scence by it th’inamorate
Most lively thinkes he sees the absent beauties
Of his lov’d mistres.” (Vol. I. p. 241.)