The Roxburghe ballads . t Society, intheir admirable Extra Series, No. ix. (Cf. Bagford Ballads, pp. 190, 943-947,wherein we enjoyed a liberal use of their woodcut illustrations.) The name ofCocke Lorrell (like Eclipse, of our p. 83) may have been borrowed, since Wyukynde Worde, so early as 1510, had printed Cocke Lorrells Bote, a satire in verse,reprinted for the Boxburghe Club in 1817; in 1841 ; and for the Percy Society,vol. vi. in 1843 (Early English Poetry, ed. E. F. Bimbault): and, since then,by J. P. Edmond, 1884. This is not the place or time to speak our admiration for Ben Jonson, in
The Roxburghe ballads . t Society, intheir admirable Extra Series, No. ix. (Cf. Bagford Ballads, pp. 190, 943-947,wherein we enjoyed a liberal use of their woodcut illustrations.) The name ofCocke Lorrell (like Eclipse, of our p. 83) may have been borrowed, since Wyukynde Worde, so early as 1510, had printed Cocke Lorrells Bote, a satire in verse,reprinted for the Boxburghe Club in 1817; in 1841 ; and for the Percy Society,vol. vi. in 1843 (Early English Poetry, ed. E. F. Bimbault): and, since then,by J. P. Edmond, 1884. This is not the place or time to speak our admiration for Ben Jonson, in whoserugged virility we delight, but whose plays we read without their exciting thepersonal love that is awakened by the charm of his poems, his Underwoods andlyrics. Except the tombstone of Charles Dickens and the monument of DanChaucer, the first warbler, there is no tomb dearer to us in Westminster Abbey,not even Glorious Johns, or Cowleys, than the slab which bears Davenanfsaffectionate tribute of 0 rare Ben Jonson!. [This woodcut belongs to p. 200.] 219 [Roxbur^he Coll., II. 445; Pepys, IV. 284 ; Euing, 343 ; Rawlinson, 207 ;Poetical Broadsides, C. 20, f. 292 ; Jersey, II. 197 ; Ellis.] 21 strange Banquet; ©r,Cge SDtfuVg Entertainment up Cook Laurel at t&e Peakin Derby-shire; toiti) an Account of tfie 0tua*al2Di0§t0 gcruto to Cault* To the Tune oe, Cook Laurel, ^Ooh Laurel would have the Devil his guest, [»•? Cock Lorreu. And bid him home to the Peak to dinner,Where [the] Fiend had never such a least,Prepared at the charge of a Sinner; With a hey down, down, a down, doivn. His stomack was quesie, he came thither coachd, The joggings had caused his cruets to rise; [«./.crudities. To help which, he calld for a Puritan poachd, That used to turn up the eggs of his eyes ; [<*•• the white. With a hey [down, down, a down, down]. 10 And so he recovered unto his wish ; He sat him down, and began to eat:A Promoter in plumb-broth was the first dish, His own privy-ki
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