et.

My Dear, Dear!

Think I have kissed your letter to nothing,
and now know not what to answer; or that
now I am answering, I am kissing you to nothing,
and know not how to go on! For you
must pardon, I must hate all I send you here,
because it expresses nothing in respect of what
it leaves behind with me. And oh! why should
I write then? Why should I not come myself?
Those Tyrants, Business, Honour, and Necessity,
what have they to do with with you, and me?
Why Should we not do Love's Commands
before theirs, whose Sovereignty is but
usurped upon us? Shall we not smell to Roses,
cause others do look on, or gather them because
there are Prickles, or something that
would hinder us?----Dear----I fain would
and know no Hindrance----but what must come
from you,----and----why should any come?
Since 'tis not I but you must be sensible how
much Time we lose, it being long since I was
not myself,----but----

"Yours."----

His dramatic works are,

1. Aglaura, presented at a private House in Black Fryars. Langbaine
says, 'that it was much prized in his Time; and that the last Act is
so altered, that it is at the pleasure of the Actors to make it a
Tragedy, or Tragi-Comedy.'

2. Brennoralt, or the Discontented Colonel; a Tragedy, presented at a
private House in Black-Fryars by his Majesty's Servants.

3. Sad-one, a Tragedy. This Piece was never finished.

4. Goblings, a Tragi-Comedy, presented at a private House in
Black-Fryars, by his Majesty's Servants.

* * * * *

PETER HAUSTED.

This gentleman was born at Oundle in Northamptonshire, and received
his education in Queen's-College, Cambridge. After he had taken his
degrees, he entered into holy orders, became curate of Uppingham in
Rutlandshire; and according to Wood in his Fasti Oxon. was at length
made rector of Hadham in Hertfordshire. Upon the breaking out of the
civil wars, he was made chaplain to Spencer Earl of Northampton, to
whom he adhered in all his engagements for the Royal Interest, and
was with him in the castle of Banbury in Oxfordshire, when it was
vigorously defended against the Parliament's forces. In that castle
Mr. Wood says, he concluded his last moments in the year 1645, and was
buried within the precincts of it, or else in the church belonging to
Banbury.

This person, whom both Langbaine and Wood account a very ingenious
man, and an excellent poet, has w