CONFORMITIE.

CONFORMITY was ever knowne
A foe to Dissolution:

Nor can we that a ruine call,

Whose crack gives crushing unto all.

TO THE KING, UPON HIS COMMING WITH HIS
ARMY INTO THE WEST.

WELCOME, most welcome to our vowes and us, Most great, and universall genius!

The drooping west, which hitherto has stood As one in long-lamented widow-hood, Looks like a bride now, or a bed of flowers, Newly refresh't, both by the sun and showers. War, which before was horrid, now appears Lovely in you, brave prince of cavaliers! A deale of courage in each bosome springs By your accesse. O you the best of kings! Ride on with all white omens, so that where Your standard's up, we fix a conquest there.

UPON ROSES.

UNDER a lawne then skyes more cleare,
Some ruffled roses nestling were ;
And snugging there, they seem'd to lye
As in a flowrie nunnery.

They blush'd, and look'd more fresh then flowers
Quickned of late by pearly showers;

And all, because they were possest
But of the heat of Julia's breast,

Which as a warme and moistned spring,
Gave them their ever flourishing.

TO THE KING AND QUEENE, UPON THEIR
UNHAPPY DISTANCES.

WOE, woe to them, who, by a ball of strife,
Doe, and have parted here a man and wife:
Charls the best husband, while Maria strives
To be, and is, the very best of wives.
Like streams, you are divorc'd; but 't will come

when

These eyes

of mine shall see you mix agen. Thus speaks the Oke here; C. and M. shall meet, Treading on amber with their silver-feet; Nor wil't be long ere this accomplish'd be; The words found true, C. M. remember me.

DANGERS WAIT ON KINGS.

As oft as night is banish'd by the morne,
So oft, we'll think, we see a king new born.

THE CHEAT OF CUPID: OR THE UNGENTLE
GUEST.

ONE silent night of late,

When every creature rested,

Came one unto my gate,

And knocking, me molested.

Who's that, said I, beats there,

And troubles thus the sleepie?

Cast off, said he, all feare,

And let not locks thus keep ye.

For I a boy am, who

By moonlesse nights have swerved;
And all with showrs wet through,
And e'en with cold half starved.

I pittifull arose,

And soon a taper lighted; And did my selfe disclose

Unto the lad benighted.

I saw he had a bow,

And wings too, which did shiver; And looking down below,

I spy'd he had a quiver.

I to my chimney's shine

Brought him, as love professes,
And chaf'd his hands with mine,
And dry'd his dropping tresses.

But when he felt him warm'd,
Let's try this bow of ours
And string, if they be harm'd,
Said he, with these late showrs.

Forthwith his bow he bent,

And wedded string and arrow,

And struck me that it went

Quite through my heart and marrow.

Then laughing loud, he flew

Away, and thus said flying;

Adieu, mine host, adieu,

Ile leave thy heart a dying.

TO THE REVEREND SHADE OF HIS RELIGIOUS FATHER.

THAT for seven lusters I did never come
To do the rites to thy religious tombe;

That neither haire was cut, or true teares shed
By me o'r thee, as justments to the dead,
Forgive, forgive me; since I did not know
Whether thy bones had here their rest, or no.

But now 'tis known, behold, behold, I bring

Unto thy ghost th' effused offering:

And look, what smallage, night-shade, cypresse,

yew,

Unto the shades have been, or now are due,
Here I devote; and something more then so,
I come to pay a debt of birth I owe.

Thou gav'st me life, but mortall; for that one
Favour, Ile make full satisfaction ;

For my life mortall, rise from out thy herse,
And take a life immortall from my verse.

DELIGHT IN DISORDER.

A SWEET disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
A lawne about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;

An erring lace, which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher;
A cuffe neglectfull, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly;

A winning wave (deserving note)

In the tempestuous petticote;

A carelesse shooe-string, in whose tye

I see a wilde civility;—

Doe more bewitch me then when art

Is too precise in every part.