I'm working on a web edition of Fairholt's book. It should be ready this week.
One couplet in an epitaph on Buckingham struck me this evening. It is
Live ever, Felton, thou hast turn'd to dust
Treason, ambition, murther, pride and lust.
Treason, ambition, murther, pride and lust.
(Felton, of course, was the assassin of the Duke of Buckingham.)
However unfair that may be to the memory of George Villiers (as Gardiner will show us six volumes from
now), it is as comprehensive a condemnation as can be.
I beg pardon for these consecutive interruptions of a tour that has yet to begin. I still intend a short historiographical comment, and then to commence the walks that Samuel Gardiner has laid out.
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