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a prison in Westminster, near the west end of the Abbey, which leads into Dean's Yard, Tothill Street, and the Almonry"--Cunningham's HANDBOOK OF LONDON, PAST AND PRESENT. But for a more particular account, see Stow's SURVEY, ed. 1720, ii. lib. 6.

"The Gatehouse for a Prison was ordain'd, When in this land the third king EDWARD reign'd: Good lodging roomes, and diet it affords, But I had rather lye at home on boords." Taylor's PRAISE AND VIRTUE OF A JAYLE AND JAYLERS, (Works, 1630, ii. 130).

<2.7> By an inadvertence, I have spoken of THOMAS, instead of WILLIAM, Lovelace having perished at Caermarthen, in a note at p. 125.

<2.8> It appears from the following copy of verses, printed in Tatham's OSTELLA, 1650, 4to., that Lovelace made a stay in the Netherlands about this time, if indeed he did not serve there with his regiment.

UPON MY NOBLE FRIEND RICHARD LOVELACE, ESQ., HIS BEING IN HOLLAND. AN INVITATION.

Come, Adonis, come again; What distaste could drive thee hence, Where so much delight did reign, Sateing ev'n the soul of sense? And though thou unkind hast prov'd, Never youth was more belov'd. Then, lov'd Adonis, come away, For Venus brooks not thy delay.

Wert thou sated with the spoil Of so many virgin hearts, And therefore didst change thy soil, To seek fresh in other parts? Dangers wait on foreign game; We have deer more sound and tame. Then, lov'd Adonis, come away, For Venus brooks not thy delay.

Phillis, fed with thy delights, In thy absence pines away; And love, too, hath lost his rites, Not one lass keeps holiday. They have changed their mirth for cares, And do onely sigh thy airs. Then, lov'd Adonis, come away, For Venus brooks not thy delay.

Elpine, in whose sager looks Thou wert wont to take delight, Hath forsook his drink and books, 'Cause he can't enjoy thy sight: He hath laid his learning by, 'Cause his wit wants company. Then, lov'd Adonis, come away, For friendship brooks not thy delay.

All the swains that once did use To converse with Love and thee, In the language of thy Muse, Have forgot Love's deity: They deny to write a line, And do only talk of thine. Then, lov'd Adonis, come away, For friendship brooks not thy delay.

By thy sweet Althea's voice, We conjure thee to return; Or we'll rob thee of that choice, In whose flames each heart would burn: That inspir'd by her and sack, Such company we will not lack: That poets in the age to come, Shall write of our Elisium.

<2.9> Peter, or rather PETRE House, in Aldersgate Street, belonged at one time to the antient family by whose name it was known. The third Lord Petre, dying in 1638, left it, with other possessions in and about the city of London, to his son William. (Collins's PEERAGE, by Brydges, vii. 10, 11.) When Lovelace was committed to Peter House, and probably long before (MERCURIUS RUSTICUS, ed. 1685, pp. 76-79), this mansion was used as a house of detention for political prisoners; but in Ward's DIARY (ed. Severn, p. 167), there is the following entry (like almost all Ward's entries, unluckily without date):--"My Lord Peters is an Essex man; hee hath a house in Aldersgate Street, wherein lives the Marquis of Dorchester:" implying that at that period (perhaps about 1660), the premises still belonged to the Petre family, though temporarily let to Lord Dorchester. Another celebrated house in the same street was London House, which continued for some time to be the town residence of the Bishops of London. When it had ceased to be an episcopal abode, it was adapted to the purposes of an ordinary dwelling, and, among the occupants, at a somewhat later period, was Tom Rawlinson, the great book-collector. See Stow, ed. 1720, ii. lib. iii. p. 121.

<2.10> How different
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