NO LOCK AGAINST LETCHERIE.

BARRE close as you can, and bolt fast too your doore
To keep out the lecher, and keep in the whore;
Yet, quickly you'l see by the turne of a pin,
The whore to come out, or the letcher come in.

NEGLECT.

ART quickens Nature; Care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.

UPON HIMSELFE.

MOP-EY'D I am, as some have said,
Because I've liv'd so long a maid;
But grant that I sho'd wedded be,
Sho'd I a jot the better see?

No, I sho'd think that marriage might
Rather then mend, put out the light.

UPON A PHYSITIAN.

THOU cam❜st to cure me, Doctor, of my cold,
And caught'st thyselfe the more by twenty fold;
Prethee goe home; and for thy credit be
First cur'd thy selfe, then come and cure me.

UPON SUDDS, A LAUNDRESSE.

SUDDS launders bands in pisse; and starches them Both with her husband's, and her own tough fleame.

TO THE ROSE. SONG.

GOE, happy Rose, and enterwove
With other flowers, bind my love.
Tell her, too, she must not be,
Longer flowing, longer free,
That so oft has fetter'd me.

Say, if she's fretfull, I have bands
Of pearle and gold, to bind her hands;
Tell her, if she struggle still,

I have mirtle rods at will,
For to tame, though not to kill.

Take thou my blessing thus, and
And tell her this, but doe not so,
Lest a handsome anger flye
Like a lightning from her eye,
And burn thee up, as well as I.

GUESSE cuts his shooes, and limping, goes about To have men think he's troubled with the gout : But 'tis no gout, beleeve it, but hard beere, Whose acrimonious humour bites him here.

TO HIS BOOKE.

THOU art a plant, sprung up to wither never, But like a laurell, to grow green for ever.

UPON A PAINTED GENTLEWOMAN.

MEN say y'are faire; and faire ye are, 'tis true; But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.

UPON A CROOKED MAID.

CROOKED you are, but that dislikes not me;
So you be straight where virgins straight sho'd be.

A

DRAW-GLOVES.

AT Draw-Gloves we'l play,

And prethee let's lay

wager, and let it be this;

Who first to the summe

Of twenty shall come,

Shall have for his winning a kisse.

TO MUSICK, TO BECALME A SWEET SICK YOUTH.

CHARMS that call down the moon from out her sphere,
On this sick youth work your enchantments here;
Bind
up his senses with your numbers, so
As to entrance his paine, or cure his woe.
Fall gently, gently, and a while him keep
Lost in the civill wildernesse of sleep:
That done, then let him, dispossest of paine,
Like to a slumbring bride, awake againe.

TO THE HIGH AND NOBLE PRINCE GEORGE, DUKE,
MARQUESSE, AND EARLE OF BUCKINGHAM.

NEVER my book's perfection did appeare,
Til I had got the name of VILLARS here;
Now, 'tis so full, that when therein I look,
I see a cloud of glory fills my book.
Here stand it stil to dignifie our muse,

Your sober hand-maid; who doth wisely chuse
Your name to be a laureat wreathe to hir,
Who doth both love and feare you, honour'd sir.

HIS RECANTATION.

LOVE, I recant,

And pardon crave,

That lately I offended,

R

But 'twas,
Alas!

To make a brave,

But no disdaine intended.

No more Ile vaunt,
For now I see
Thou onely hast the power,
To find,

And bind

A heart that's free,

And slave it in an houre.

THE COMMING OF GOOD LUCK.

So Good-luck came, and on my roofe did light,
Like noyse-lesse snow, or as the dew of night;
Not all at once, but gently, as the trees
Are, by the sun-beams, tickel'd by degrees.

THE PRESENT; OR, THE BAG OF THE BEE.

FLY to my mistresse, pretty pilfring bee,
And say, thou bring'st this hony-bag from me;
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew plac't,
Mark if her tongue but slily steale a taste ;
If so, we live; if not, with mournfull humme,
Tole forth my death; next, to my buryall come.