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 every where?
'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.

THE MEDDOW VERSE, OR ANNIVERSARY TO
MISTRIS BRIDGET LOWMAN.

COME with the spring-time forth, fair maid, and be
This year again the medow's deity.

Yet ere ye enter, give us leave to set
Upon your head this flowry coronet ;

To make this neat distinction from the rest;
You are the prime and princesse of the feast;
To which, with silver feet lead you the way,
While sweet-breath nimphs attend on you this day.
This is your houre, and best you may command,
Since you are lady of this fairie land.

Full mirth wait on you, and such mirth as shall
Cherrish the cheek, but make none blush at all.

THE PARTING VERSE, THE FEAST THERE ENded.

LOTH to depart, but yet at last each one
Back must now go to's habitation;

Not knowing thus much, when we once do sever,
Whether or no that we shall meet here ever.
As for my self, since time a thousand cares
And griefs hath fil'de upon my silver hairs,
'Tis to be doubted whether I next yeer,
Or no, shall give ye a re-meeting here.
If die I must, then my last vow shall be,
You'l with a tear or two remember me,
Your sometime poet; but if fates do give
Me longer date, and more fresh springs to live;
Oft as your field shall her old age renew,
Herrick shall make the meddow-verse for you.

JUDITH has cast her old skin, and got new, And walks fresh varnisht to the publick view. Foule Judith was, and foule she will be known, For all this fair transfiguration.

LONG AND LAZIE.

THAT was the proverb. Let my mistresse be Lasie to others, but be long to me.

UPON RALPH. EPIG.

CURSE not the mice, no grist of thine they eat; But curse thy children, they consume thy wheat.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE PHILIP, EARLE OF
PEMBROKE AND MONTGOMERIE.

How dull and dead are books, that cannot show
A Prince of Pembroke, and that Pembroke you!
You, who are high born, and a lord no lesse
Free by your fate, then fortune's mightinesse,
Who hung our poems, honour'd sir, and then
The paper gild, and laureat the pen.
Nor suffer you the poets to sit cold,

But warm their wits, and turn their lines to gold.
Others there be, who righteously will swear
Those smooth-pac't numbers, amble every where;
And these brave measures go a stately trot;
Love those like these; regard, reward them not.
But you, my lord, are one whose hand along
Goes with your mouth, or do's outrun your tongue,
Paying before you praise, and cockring wit,
Give both the gold and garland unto it.

AN HYMNE TO JUNO.

STATELY goddesse, do thou please,
Who art chief at marriages,
But to dresse the bridall-bed,

When my love and I shall wed;

And a peacock proud shall be
up by us to thee.

Offer'd

UPON MEASE. EPIG.

MEASE brags of pullets which he eats; but Mease Ne'r yet set tooth in stump, or rump of these.

UPON SAPHO, SWEETLY PLAYING AND SWEETLY

SINGING.

WHEN thou do'st play, and sweetly sing,
Whether it be the voice or string,

Or both of them, that do agree

Thus to entrance and ravish me;

This, this I know, I'm oft struck mute,

And dye away upon thy lute.

UPON PASKE, A DRAPER.

PASKE, though his debt be due upon the day,
Demands no money by a craving way;
For why, sayes he, all debts and their arreares
Have reference to the shoulders, not the eares.

CHOP-CHERRY.

THOU gav'st me leave to kisse,

Thou gav'st me leave to wooe;

Thou mad'st me thinke by this,
And that, thou lov'dst me too.