502. TO MISTRESS DOROTHY PARSONS. If thou ask me, dear, wherefore 504. HOW HE WOULD DRINK HIS WINE. FILL me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus I see't in's puris naturalibus : Unmix'd. I love to have it smirk and shine; 505. HOW MARIGOLDS CAME YELLOW. JEALOUS girls these sometimes were, 506. THE BROKEN CRYSTAL. To fetch me wine my Lucia went, But, making haste, it came to pass Then smil'd, and sweetly chid her speed; Continent, holder. 507. PRECEPTS. GOOD precepts we must firmly hold, 508. TO THE RIGHT HONOURAble edward, earl OF DORSET. IF I dare write to you, my lord, who are Of your own self a public theatre, And, sitting, see the wiles, ways, walks of wit, What need I care, though some dislike me should, So that an author needs no other bays 509. UPON HIMSELF. TH'ART hence removing (like a shepherd's tent), And walk thou must the way that others went : Fall thou must first, then rise to life with these, Mark'd in thy book for faithful witnesses. 510. HOPE WELL AND HAVE WELL: OR, FAIR AFTER FOUL WEATHER. WHAT though the heaven be lowering now, And look with a contracted brow? We shall discover, by-and-by, A repurgation of the sky; And when those clouds away are driven, 511. UPON LOVE. I HELD love's head while it did ache; The cruel pain did his forsake, And forthwith came to me. Ah, me! how shall my grief be still'd? One like to me, who must be kill'd 512. TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MRS. PENELOPE WHEELER. NEXT is your lot, fair, to be number'd one, Here, in my book's canonisation : Late you come in; but you a saint shall be, In chief, in this poetic liturgy. 513. ANOTHER UPON HER. FIRST, for your shape, the curious cannot show And 'gainst your chaste behaviour there's no plea, Thus fair and clean you are, although there be 515. CROSS AND PILE. FAIR and foul days trip cross and pile; the fair 516. TO THE LADY CREW, UPON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD. WHY, madam, will ye longer weep, Form, beauty. Trip cross and pile, come haphazard, like the heads and tails of coins. 517. HIS WINDING-SHEET. COME thou, who art the wine and wit The grace, the glory, and the best Thou art of what I did intend The all and end; And what was made, was made to meet Come then, and be to my chaste side We two, as reliques left, will have And, hugging close, we will not fear Lust entering here: Where all desires are dead or cold And all affections are forgot, Or trouble not. Here, here the slaves and pris'ners be And weeping widows long oppress'd The wronged client ends his laws Here, and his cause. Here those long suits of chancery lie And all Star-Chamber bills do cease, Or hold their peace. Here needs no Court for our Request, |