THE HAND AND TONGUE.

Two parts of us successively command;
The tongue in peace, but then in warre the hand.

TO THE LADY MARY VILLARS, GOVERNESSE TO THE PRINCESS HENRIETTA.

WHEN I of Villars doe but heare the name,
It calls to mind that mighty Buckingham
Who was your brave exalted uncle here,
Binding the wheel of fortune to his sphere;
Who spurn'd at envie, and co'd bring with ease
An end to all his stately purposes.

For his love then, whose sacred reliques show
Their resurrection and their growth in you,
And for my sake, who ever did prefer
You above all those sweets of Westminster,
Permit my book to have a free accesse
To kisse your hand, most dainty governesse.

UPON HIS JULIA.

WILL ye heare what I can say

Briefly of my Julia?

Black and rowling is her eye,

Double chinn'd, and forehead high:

Lips she has, all rubie red,
Cheeks like creame enclarited,
And a nose that is the grace
And proscenium of her face.
So that we may guesse by these,
The other parts will richly please.
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VOL. I.

TO FLOWERS.

IN time of life, I grac't ye with my verse;
Doe now your flowrie honours to my herse.
You shall not languish, trust me: virgins here,
Weeping, shall make ye flourish all the yeere.

TO MY ILL READER.

THOU say'st my lines are hard,
And I the truth will tell;
They are both hard and marr'd,
If thou not read'st them well.

THE POWER IN THE PEOPLE.

LET kings command, and doe the best they may, The saucie subjects still will beare the sway.

A HYMNE TO VENUS AND CUPID.

SEA-BORN goddesse, let me be

By thy sonne thus grac't, and thee;
That when ere I wooe, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.

Let me when I kisse a maid,
Taste her lips so over-laid
With loves-sirrop, that I may,
In your temple, when I pray,
Kisse the altar, and confess
Ther's in love no bitterness.

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ON JULIA'S PICTURE.

How am I ravisht, when I do but see
The painter's art in thy sciography?
If so, how much more shall I dote thereon,
When once he gives it incarnation?

HER BED.

SEE'ST thou that cloud as silver cleare, Plump, soft, and swelling everywhere? 'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there.

HER LEGS.

FAIN Would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and hair-less as an egge.

UPON HER ALMES.

SEE how the poore do waiting stand
For the expansion of thy hand.
A wafer dol'd by thee will swell
Thousands to feed by miracle.

REWARDS.

STILL to our gains our chief respect is had; Reward it is that makes us good or bad.

NOTHING NEW.

NOTHING is new; we walk where others went. Ther's no vice now but has his president.

THE RAINBOW.

Look how the rainbow doth appeare
But in one onely hemisphere.
So likewise, after our disseace,
No more is seen the arch of peace;
That cov'nant's here; the under-bow,
That nothing shoots but war and woe.