UPON JOLLIE'S WIFE. FIRST, Jollie's wife is lame; then next, loose-hipt; TO A GENTLEWOMAN, OBJECTING TO HIM HIS Am I despis'd, because you say, And in that sincere christall seek, Nor any bed to give the shew Where such a rare carnation grew; Ah! then too late, close in your chamber keeping, That you are old By those true teares y'are weeping. 1 TO CEDARS. IF mongst my many poems, I can see One onely worthy to be washt by thee, I live for ever; let the rest all lye In dennes of darkness, or condemn'd to die. UPON CUPID. LOVE like a gypsie lately came, He saw my palme; and then said he, I smil'd, and bade him once more prove, Though here the princely poet. HOW PRIMROSES CAME GREEN. VIRGINS, time-past, known were these, TO JOS. LO. BISHOP OF EXETER. WHOм sho'd I feare to write to, if I can Since none so good are, but you may condemne; One onely poem out of all you'l chuse, UPON A BLACK TWIST, ROUNDING THE ARME OF THE COUNTESSE OF CARLILE. I SAW about her spotlesse wrist, Dark was the jayle, but as if light I beg of Love that ever I May in like chains of darknesse lie. ON HIMSELFE. I FEAR no earthly powers, But care for crowns of flowers; With wine and oile besmear'd. UPON PAGGET. PAGGET, a school-boy, got a sword, and then A RING PRESENTED TO JULIA. JULIA, I bring To thee this ring, Made for thy finger fit; That our love is, Or sho'd be, like to it. Close though it be, The joynt is free: So when love's yoke is on, It must not gall, Or fret at all With hard oppression. But it must play Still either way; And be, too, such a yoke, As not too wide, To over-slide, Or be so strait to choak. So we, who beare This beame, must reare Our selves to such a height, As that the stay Of either may Create the burden light. |