hurt so farre within five or fix days (though it be uncertain yet whether I shall ever recover it) as to walk about again. And then, methinks, you and I and the Dean might be very merry upon St. Anne's Hill. You might very conveniently come hither the way of Hampton Town, lying there one night, I write this in pain, and can say no more: Verbum sapienti."
He did not long enjoy the pleasure or suffer the uneasiness of solitude; for he died at the Porch-house[1] in Chertsey in 1667, in the 49th year of his age.
He was-buried with great pomp near Chaucer and Spenser; and king Charles pronounced, "That Mr. Cowley had not left behind him a better man in England." He is represented by Dr. Sprat as the most amiable of mankind; and this posthumous praise may safely be credited, as it has never been contradicted by envy or by faction.
Such are the remarks and memorials which I have been able to add to the narra-
- ↑ Now in the possession of Mr. Clarke, Alderman of London. Dr. J.
