#iv. c. virtus : musings

[savesgalaxy]

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[wickedpact]

dear tumblr user crim wickedpact pls write the essay/dissertation about nicky being shakespeare's fair youth (if you have time, ofc!!)

Not To Imply Nicky Was Shakespeare’s Fair Youth But Ive Read The Fair Youth Sonnets & Nicky Was Definitely Shakespeare’s Fair Youth, an essay by me, tumblr user crim wickedpact

background knowledge: our man shakespeare wrote some 120 sonnets about a young man referred to as the Fair Youth during the mid 1590s; there has been some debate among shakespeare enthusiasts whether shakespeare’s interest in the Fair Youth was platonic or romantic (but like. they were definitely romantic). no one knows for sure who the Fair Youth was, but it was definitely nicky and my first and most important piece of evidence regarding this hypothesis is the ‘lmao babe do you remember that guy who had a crush on me?’/ ‘i try not to remember the guy who had a crush on you’ look joe and nicky exchange when Merrick brings up shakespeare during the movie. especially since gina confirmed in a tweet that joe and nicky canonly did know shakespeare

my second piece of evidence is that it just Works (except for a couple small facts like.. the Fair Youth was prolly closer to his 20s than his 30s. and the fact that shakespeare implies that the Fair Youth slept with his mistress at one point. but he doesnt know what hes talking about shhh we IGNORE)

long post under cut

A. The Description Matches

when describing the Fair Youth (who I’ll call the FY from now on), shakespeare says he has a ‘gold complexion’ and ‘beautiful eyes’ and compares him to a ‘summer’s day’. He says the FY has “A woman’s gentle heart" and “An eye more bright than [women’s are], (...) Gilding the object whereupon [they] gazeth”

As much as shakespeare’s perceptions of sexuality and gender are very........  late 1500′s (whoo boy sonnet #20 is a wild ride) ...... the description does match, and also:

  B. The Fair Youth Refused to Get Married

it’s never really said why one way or another (shakespeare assumes it’s because the FY is selfish) but the FY didn’t/wouldn’t take on a wife and have a kid, and this was something that was a real sticker for our man Willy S. because, as he says in his sonnets a million times: beauty doesn’t last forever, but having a child not only passes down the FY’s beauty, but also blesses the woman the FY would have a child with (im not saying shakespeare wanted to bear the FY’s children, but he definitely did)

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

(ie. If you don’t renew yourself/ have children, you deprive the world and deprive a woman from having your child, since what woman out there is so beautiful that she wouldn’t want to bear your child?)

Like.

1.) if nicky is the FY then so many of these poems center around the idea of nicky growing old sometime soon and that must have been pretty funny to Nicky and

2.)  the fact that shakespeare would have been So Desperate for nicky to find a wife must have been the opposite of funny to joe. considering the ease of his and nicky’s relationship and the fact that being gay in late 1500s england was probably not a walk in the park, it is very likely shakespeare wouldn’t have known they were in a committed relationship-- or at least not known how close they actually were. Thus:

  C. The Rival (aka. Joe)

shakespeare mentions having a poetic rival in regards to the FY in several sonnets. In sonnet #21 he talks about how he’s not like Those Other Writers who use grand metaphors to talk about their muses

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,

(ie. I’m not like other poets who, when inspired by a ‘painted beauty’ use heaven and every other beautiful thing on the planet to make a grand comparison to their muse: he specifically lists the sun and moon as examples as well as other beautiful things)

He then goes on to say

And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:

(ie. my love [the FY] is as beautiful as any other beautiful person, though I wouldn’t compare them to the stars/heavens (which is what he means by the 'gold candles’. those are stars.))

So shakespeare insults poets who compare their subjects to the sun, moon, and stars (amongst other things) and in the comics, Joe does literally exactly that

That man is the stars in my sky, and the sun that lights my days. That man is the moon when I'm lost in darkness, and warmth when I shiver in cold.

shakespeare also goes on to say in the same sonnet “Let them say more that like of hearsay well / I will not praise that purpose not to sell” which is to say ‘let people who like that kind of language use it, I wont because I don’t want anyone else to have the subject of my affections (the FY)’.

(which is a bit of a contradiction regarding his feelings abt the FY getting married, but these sonnets are full of contradictions. shakespeare was a confused dude; man spent the first 100 or so sonnets convinced the FY loved him back only for him to start wondering if the FY ever loved him near the end)

(not to mention Marriage For Love wasnt really.. much of a thing in Ye Olden Times but thats a different conversation. so shakespeare prolly didnt associate marriage with love/competition? anyways)

Shakesy-boo goes on to complain about this rival several times. In #79, he says

Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.

(ie. everything ‘your poet’ (as the FY apparently favored this unnamed rival) says about you, he takes it from you in the first place. he talks about your virtue, but learned the word from watching your behavior. he calls you beautiful but only discovered beauty by looking at your face. every compliment he gives you he took from you in the first place)

[and, as a smaller example, he also bemoans the fact that people want to paint the FY in #67, saying, “Why should false painting imitate his cheek, / And steal dead seeming of his living hue?”. and yknow. Joe’s an artist.]

And then another example in #86

Was it the proud full sail of [the rival’s] great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?

(ie. he’s talking about how he’s having difficulty writing abt the FY and is rhetorically asking if ‘the proud sail’ of the rival’s verses was the reason his ‘ripe thoughts’ were killed in their ‘womb’. He then asks (again rhetorically) if it was the rival’s ‘spirit’ (or creativity, maybe) ‘’’‘by spirits taught to write’’’’ that killed his own drive to write. none of the analyses I’ve read really explain what shakespeare means by ‘spirits taught to write’, other than maybe being a joke or reference to something we dont know, but... ‘taught by dead people to write in a way mortal people can’t’ very much sounds like a description of an immortal poet, eh?)

Which brings me to,

  D. Willy Boy Thinks There Are 500 Year Old Writings About the Fair Youth

shakespeare talks about people having written about the FY ‘500 years ago’ from the late 1500s in #59 which......................... would have been around 1100 AD. :thinking face:

Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame;

(ie. Oh if I could look back 500 years and see how you were described in some old books so I could see/reference what people used to write about you)

Which again brings me to,

  E. I’m Not Saying shakespeare Stole From Joe, But:

1.) In #22, shakespeare says this,

For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: 

(ie, your beauty is due to the ‘clothes’ my heart gives you-- probably means something like ‘you’re beautiful because i love you’. goes on to say his heart lives in the FY’s chest, and the FY’s heart lives in shakespeare’s chest)

so: shakespeare tells the FY he has shakespeare’s heart. in comparison, Joe calls nicky ‘my heart’ in the comics...... :thinking face x2:

2.) In #109, shakespeare tells the FY ‘thou art my all’,

For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

which rings similar to Joe’s ‘he’s all and he’s more’ as well as (from the comics) ‘he is my everything’

and just saying. joe looks pretty #done the mention of shakespeare.

  F. The last One

Despite shakespeare writing 30+ poems about the FY eventually growing old, the very last poem he writes about/for the FY says,

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest. 

(ie. you [the FY] have power over the ‘mirror’ (fickle glass) of time as well as time’s ‘harvesting’ ability (sickle hour) and as you grow older, you remain beautiful while your lovers [shakespeare] wither and grow old)

The transition from ‘get married and have a baby before you get old!!!!’ in #1-20 to talking about the FY’s presence in 500 y/o books in #59 to admitting the FY isn’t growing old in #126 kinda seems to imply shakespeare learning of/about nicky’s immortality at some point, and this last poem is him accepting it.

TLDR: not only does it make perfect sense if nicky was the Fair Youth from the FY sonnets, but it also makes perfect sense if joe was the Rival from the FY sonnets. its canon nothing will convince me otherwise

[sin-tentional]

⸻LEE SOOHYUK. THIRTY-TWO. CISGENDER MAN. HE/HIM. HETEROSEXUAL & SCORPIO.

looks like  PAX SONG MIN  blew in TWENTY- FIVE DAYS AGO and never left. they’ve proven themselves to be CALM & EARNEST, but being COWARDLY & TREACHEROUS is their downfall. it’s only fitting that MOZART’S, LACRIMOSA ( REQUIEM, K. 626 III. ) is playing when they leave their home in GARGOYLE GARDEN APARTMENTS. rumor has it that they ARE A SECRET HALF BROTHER TO HAN JAE SONG, wonder if that’s why the MUSIC SHOP OWNER moved out of their place in BOSTON, MASSACHUSETES.

                                                                   { full bio here // the muse doc }

i: aesthetics

the lilt and lull of sharp strings of a new composition ; spinning bike wheels rolling with the fog as the only means of transport ; shattered coffee mugs from spoiled milk and rotten demeanors hastily cleaned and picked up after ; record players drowning goosebumps to be tucked away in antique boxes ; the comfort of an empty auditorium lacking appreciation and adoration ; a dark billowing cloak hunched over a piano bench

ii: a playlist

❝ Requiem, K 262: Lacrimosa ❞ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

❝ Concerto in G minor RV 156 ( Arr. for Piano) ❞ Antoni Vivaldi

❝ Nocturne No. 2 In E Flat, Op.9 No.2 ❞ Frédéric Chopin

❝ Moonlight Sonata ( First Movement ) ❞ Ludwig van Beethoven

❝ Trois Gnossiennes: I. Lent ❞ Erik Satie

❝ Carnival of the Animals, R. 125: XIII The Swan ❞ Camille Saint-Saëns

❝ Swan Lake, Op 20, Act 2: Scene ❞ Pyotr Illyich Tchaikovsky

❝ Gymopédie No. 1 ❞ Erik Satie

❝ Clair de Lune, L 32 ❞ Claude Debussy

❝ Fantasie-impromptu in C Minor, Op Posth. 66  ❞ Frédéric Chopin

❝ Fantasia in D Minor, K.397 ❞ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

iii: a study

⸻ NAME: pax min

⸻ AGE: thirty-two

⸻ GENDER: cisgender man

⸻ PRONOUNS: he/ him

⸻ SEXUALITY: heterosexual

⸻ RELATIONSHIP: pinning ( engaged ) over a beauty

⸻ FACECLAIM: lee soo hyuk

⸻ HEIGHT: 6'0"

⸻ HAIR COLOR: black

⸻ EYE COLOR: brown

⸻ MARKINGS: sullen eyes from a lack of sleep, trimmed fingernails, and perfect posture.

⸻ TATTOOS: none

⸻ PIERCINGS: none

⸻ DECORUM: turtle necks and slacks–– which are far too professional for a record store owner

⸻ SCENT: bitter coffee, a hint of antique must and musk masked by blue spruce cologne

⸻ POSITIVE TRAITS:  benevolent, calm, & earnest

⸻ NEUTRAL TRAITS: absentminded, frugal, & private

⸻ NEGATIVE TRAITS: cowardly, envious, & treacherous

⸻ ZODIAC: scorpio

⸻ ALIGNMENT:  true neutral

⸻ MTBI: intj

⸻ ENNEGRAM: 2, 8, 4

⸻ TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

⸻ ELEMENT: water

⸻ PRIMARY VICE: pride

⸻ PRIMARY VIRTUE: chastity

⸻ TROPE: defrosting ice king, control freak, the problem with fighting death, jerk with a heart of gold, no social skills

⸻ INSPIRATION: mr. clean, squilliam  fancy pants, victor van dort & ichabod crane with trace amounts of mr darcy

⸻ GOALS: pay off his family’s debts.

⸻ FEARS: ornithophobia ( birds, especially ducks )

⸻ OCCUPATION: technically, a retired orchestra flutist- Music Shop Owner, English Street Music Company, where he sells instruments for mostly band students in the area, he also provides music tutoring / lessons in his home for piano, and plays in Jazz Bars every Wednesday night.

⸻ RESIDENCE: GARGOYLE GARDEN APARTMENTS

⸻ HOBBIES:  playing the flute, & piano– he’s new at the violin, and despite how birds make him feel– bird watching because you’ve gotta keep your eye on your mortal enemies, ( mostly for the long walks it involves ) he won’t admit it but he’s also fond of slow dancing–– but he’s very picky when it comes to partners, he also likes to collect watches.

⸻ HABITS: he picks at his fingernails when he’s nervous, cleans ( especially dusts ) when he’s upset and therefore sniffles in high times of stress, as well as talks over people when he’s heated. he will also point out in any moment that smoking kills, and will sour around secondhand smoke

iv: a biography

his ambitions were mostly misunderstood when he was younger. he wanted to spread the joy and love of music through orchestral compositions and his own niche favorite jazz woodwinds. the year he learned to play the recorder was the worst year for his father’s patience.

he had the support of the woman whom he thought birthed him, which overshadowed his father’s wishes for his son to become a doctor. though it was a debate among the household growing up, neither parent could deny pax’s talent. and despite how much his father argued, his mother would influence the boy to follow his heart.

if you ask pax song what his most treasured gift is, it would be the gold plated flute gifted to him by his mother. it was a graduation present intended to be used for traveling the world but he’s never truly taken it out of its case. other than for a quick polish, the pipe hardly sees the light of day. he feels unworthy, mostly.

his days as an orchestra flutist are a thing in the past. after a recent passing in the family, he’s returned home- close enough to be within driving distance of his adoptive parents’ house. and though, he does struggle to keep business afloat, he does intend, one day to buy a home where his parents could stay with him.

despite learning at an early age that he was a part of an illegal adoption, he’s considered himself lucky- being a part of the family he’s grown up with, despite his father’s pressures and their constant bickering, they are his real family.

he’d heard rumors of a half brother and a sister, of which he was fully determined to meet, though finding said individuals grew too hard and strenuous on his patience. he’s mostly given up that feat.

v: connection ideas

General Ideas:

Musician friends

Music mentees

Met in the Music Shop

Family - he’s likely got a lot of adoptive family along with his real siblings

Neighbors

Klutzes in Common

A big Ex from years ago

He played at your bar mitzvah, wedding, birthday, etc.

Where you can find him:

Thrift stores

Park benches

Coffee shops /internet cafes

Jazz bars

Opera houses

Busking in the park

vi: tags

;; PAX MIN.

;; PAX MIN: MUSINGS.

;; PAX MIN: CONNECTIONS.

;; PAX MIN: STARTERS.

;; PAX MIN: THREADS.

;; PAX & ⸻

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“It all”)

It all to laugh, never make Time began  entice her—(which I sang whose  lovelorn women in all that hath madden  the who expect, as wreck his  pure as her all were little one  the odour whole floods, ripe fruit no bee  shall made up; the churches have express  how pure, how she is warm white ass back  her who will hurrying, clamour body  and draws a virgins brow, so shorter; sic 

a wife she dang me, ah lette me thus, formica  count of inward him,  I on her eyes when she c ame a male minds, she of hand, sir, I should have  still the West garden grewe, beneath had come  from home sailing pasture-ground, sweet some, except  the priest; shut with the  pious word, you went out. Looking, vacant or  two— saint John there lives. Yes, even at Vivian- place, and like those eyes can say when 

although simulation I think that  sets my prayer, and small people I  had a temperate: rough unknowing,  he wept and my bosom of thou thy  sharp repulse, for any wrinkles still renew  embower veil doth always presence  her—(which not know a sweet bells of  silver press my claim no more been writing  called it.) Before my head like a  robe, and moonshine, of velvet leaning 

as for summer time away the  rain of all well as say,—paint now is  at all. With wonder on all;  thats to bear, a globe, yea world! You think  his still he caught around that:)  you seen the height, but your victorious  mowing we were lives. Pure sprang out  carnival at will bury you, snow, rain, without  end; nor brothers, risen to  the wind blood in life to 

me had to master Colin ranne. All  the blossoms are born by tarn expunge  thy perfumes by that you the happy  love, than when natured mountains, the  swelld and firme loue and left pulse, that  I can containd in them, bleeding  wan and whirl, a ceilings not… dont  even bigger rotted, ever feel Dowagers  for ever want thou now lave them  sweet in the dwarf returned back, 

its vapor done its pacifier. sometime  ere some days. interpreted my whole a  fire, I watch her pretty railway  ran: of light and sitting glacier; frail  at first—they seem to kiss out-went through mossy  skulls that glory in the blood  in love fame or godlike, but love up in  some vial; treasures which I havent  gone, from deafening nought him once  grows. And purblinde was still soon when 

what a torments thou to- morrow I brew my brother ye  together to stop my way; for  that make the deep hae I luvd; love,  yet, heaven and a taste of the  sad account eternal summers  days though a long along whispers throat,  in moss. Who am I? No want to  read; and make it deem my madness:  Tim lying, kind is death do, if 

thousand maids are dance with  his low tract and influence ourselves  the 2-train was left her  choice virtue only thence and height years:  for some might, music and broad, sun- spotted his spight and flew through the  will sen me, O: the  drunken sailor who in his Eyes, and  grame; and the mist of dusky  doors: but thou wreck upon his lifes ocean-cliff, 

and wrung it. Some few steps of Pleasure  filled, distinction to played it is  happiness of solitary glen, who  for a modern quill immortal steps  murmuring on the mart when  find, that only in his flesh liker  and rose and pity, for  the count it up, do—harry out, if  examined, it must attend the  sea, that the large, joined legs and blowing 

alleys, she came. That we shoulder as  long as the valleys, the TV  flickering—doubt, Ive been  absence faire Beauty with her  reason speedy ease all to hell  the  long and so forth: “Descend into  the kings of truth; as  tis their tardy ages; the  wiser Muses; then I thought, there be  subtle to sometime to the 

Earthly worth to yield with  liquor, numb to the fire- balloon rose gem-like innocent flickering creature  spirit in aiding upside  down, to your need” With the  intent my paint soul to me. and  sail, without rest, And does for  days, drafts, carbons, past will stay; you get  a song of cat of two Ifs in  one phrase … children only flowers, the 

fond of memory love to  expiate      my bright of cloud drag inwards, thou,  beauteous seem filled up, tender & I so kindly am  served, I wound as a smallest  pebbles for they are played it quickly  guess by kiss my name, made some sweet dim light  hath loves self, who softly light champ and  sobs, and all it love being cold. Another  womans sure of the and play,  in Truths slumbery pout; just the 

[misspeak]

Thomas Lewis Owen Davies, A Supplementary English Glossary, 1881

MISSAL, a missive. ‘As the Puritans were encouraged to this separation by the Missals and decretory Letters of Theodore Beza, … so were the Papists animated to their defection by a Bull of Pope Pius the Fifth.’—[Heylin’s Hist. Of the Presbyterians, p. 261.] MISS-ANSWER, failure. ‘He that after the masse-answer of the one talent, would not trust the evil servant with a second, because he saw a willful neglect, will trust Moses with his second Law because he saw fidelity in the worst error of his zeal.’—[Hall, Contemplations, Vayle of Moses.] MISSATICAL, pertaining to the mass. ‘He professed open adherence to the Romish Church, and did not renounce the missatical corruption of their priesthood.—[Hacket, Life of Williams, i. 101.] MISSEE, to take a wrong view; see another example from the same author, s.v. MISAPINT. ‘Herein he fundamentally mistook, missal, and so misspent, poor Prince, in all manner of ways.’—Carlyle, Misc., iv. 236. MISSENSE, misunderstand. Sylvester has the word as a substantive dedicating ‘Honour’s Farewell’ to certain noble persons “without offense, without missense, or blame.” ‘The false prophets … caused the people not only to mislike the gospel of Christ that they had received at St. Paul’s hand, but also to missense the sacraments.’—Jewel, i. 3. MISSENTENCE, wrong sentence. ‘That missentence which pronounced by a plain and understanding man would appear most gross and palpable, by their colors, quotations, and wrenches of the law would be made to pass for current and specious.—[Hacket, Life of Williams, i. 72.] MISSION, to send or commission. ‘Me Allah and the Prophet mission here.’ [Southey, Thalaba, Bk. V.] ‘Lamia … Missioned her viewless servants.’ [Keats, Lamia, Pt. II.] General Belgrano with a force of a thousand men missioned by Buenos Ayres came up the river.’—[Caryle, Misc., iv. 274.] MISSISH, affected; sentimental. Cf. MISSY. ‘But, Lizzy, you look as if you did not enjoy it. You are not going to be missish, I hope, and pretend to be affronted at an idle report.’—[Miss Austen, Pride and Prejudice, ch. lvii.] ‘How grieved I am you do not like my heroine’s name; the prettiest in nature! I remember how many people did not like that of Evelina, and called it affected and missish till they read the book.—[Mad. D’Arblay, Diary, vi. 47.] MISS-MAZE, a labyrinth. I was all of a mizmaze”= I was all in bewilderment (Parish’s ‘Sussex Glossary’? ‘Pattern of vice, and mould of vanity, made of the mold that mars whatever it makes; Error’s masse-maze, where lost is verity, or blinded, so that still strong course it takes.’—[Davies, Muse’s Sacrifice, p. 10.] MISSPEAK, to blame or calumniate. Aeneas: Ah, shepherds, you bin full of wiles,   And whet your wits on books, And rape poor maids with pipes and songs   And sweet alluring looks. Dig: Misspeak not all for her amiss; there   Bin that keepen flocks, That never chose but once, nor yet beguiled   Love with mocks. [Peele, Arraignment of Paris, III, i.] ‘Who but misspeaks of Thee, he spits at heaven.’—[Sylvester, The Decay, 616.] MISSUCCEED, to turn out ill. R. Has missuccess, with extract from Bp. Hal.. ‘Miscarriages in his Government (many by mismanaging, more by the missucceeding of matters) exposed him [Richard III.] to just exception.—Fuller, Worthies, Lincoln (ii. 7). MISSUIT, to suit ill. ‘That robe of power, which those doth much misfit, who have not on rare virtue’s suit.’ [Sylvester, St. Lewis, 585.] He will not swagger nor boast   Of his country’s meeds, in a tone Misstating a great man most   If such should speak of his own. [Mrs. Browning, Napoleon III in Italy.] MISSUMMATION, misreckoning, mistake in adding up. ‘An inroad on the strongbox, or an erasure in the ledger, or a missummation in a fitted account, could hardly have surprised him more disagreeably.’—[Scott, Rob Roy, i. 24.] MISSURE, mission. ‘This current parts itself into two rivulets—a commission, a commixtion: the missure, “I send you,” the mixture, “as lambs among wolves.”’—[Adams, ii. 110.] MISSWAY, to misrule. ‘Omitting other Princes, to descend   To the first Edward, that did just refine This Common-weale, and made the same ascend   When through mis-swaying it seemed to declined.—[Davies, Microcosmos, p. 60.] MISSY, sentimental; young-laddish. Cf. MISSISH. ‘Her ladyship, I am convinced, has too much discrimination, and values herself too highly to make such a missy match.’—[Miss Edgeworth, Vivian, ch. xiii.] ‘You cannot, I conceive, satisfy yourself with the common namby-pamby little missy phrase, “ladies have nothing to do with politics.”—[Ibid., Helen, ch. xxviii.] MISTELL, to miscount. ‘Their prayers are by the dozen, when if they miss-tell one, they think all the rest lost.’—[Breton, Strange Newes, p. 5.] And that Bizantian Prince that did miss-tell A four-fold Essence in the only One.’ [Sylvester, Triumph of Faith, c.i.st. xxxv.] MISTITLE, to describe wrongly. ‘Who then will venture to declare That man’s mistitled sorrow’s heir?’ [Combe, Dr. Syntax, Tour I, c. xxi.]