d by his enemies of the opposite
faction. The noble historian, in his usual masterly manner, thus
concludes his panegyric on his deceased friend. "He fell in the 34th
year of his age, having so much dispatched the true business of life,
that the eldest rarely attain to that immense knowledge, and the
youngest enter into the world with more innocency: whosoever leads
such a life, needs be less anxious upon how short warning it is
taken from him."----As to his person, he was little, and of no great
strength; his hair was blackish, and somewhat flaggy, and his eyes
black and lively. His body was buried in the church of Great Tew. His
works are chiefly these:

First Poems.----Next, besides those Speeches of his mentioned above,

1. A Speech concerning Uniformity, which we are informed of by Wood.

2. A Speech of ill Counsellors about the King, 1640 [6].

A Draught of a Speech concerning Episcopacy, London, 1660, 410.

4. A Discourse of the Infallibility of the Church of Rome. Oxford
1645, 410. George Holland, a Cambridge scholar, and afterwards a
Romish priest, having written an answer to this discourse of the
Infallibility, the Lord Falkland made a reply to it, entitled,

5. A View of some Exceptions made against the Discourse of the
Infallibility of the Church of Rome, printed at Oxford, 1646, 410.
He assisted Mr. Chillingworth in his book of the Religion of the
Protestants, &c. This particular we learn from Bishop Barlow in his
Genuine Remains, who says, that when Mr. Chillingworth undertook
the defence of Dr. Pottus's book against the Jesuit, he was almost
continually at Tew with my Lord, examining the reasons of both
parties pro and con; and their invalidity and consequence; where Mr.
Chillingworth had the benefit of my Lord's company, and of his good
library.

We shall present our readers with a specimen of his lordship's poetry,
in a copy of verses addressed to Grotius on his Christus Patiens, a
tragedy, translated by Mr. Sandys. To the AUTHOR.

Our age's wonder, by thy birth, the fame,
Of Belgia, by thy banishment, the shame;
Who to more knowledge younger didst arrive
Than forward Glaucias, yet art still alive,
Whose matters oft (for suddenly you grew,
To equal and pass those, and need no new)
To see how soon, how far thy wit could reach,
Sat down to wonder, when they came to teach.
Oft then would Scaliger contented be
To leave to mend all times, to polish thee.
And of that pains,