Who dost so fitly with the lawes unite, As if you two were one hermophrodite ; Nor courts thou her because she's well attended With wealth, but for those ends she was entended; Which were, and still her offices are known, Law is to give to ev'ry one his owne ; To shore the feeble up against the strong, 7 To shield the stranger and the poore from wrong: This was the founder's grave and good intent, To keepe the outcast in his tenement; To free the orphan from that wolfe-like man, To drye the widowe's teares, and stop her swoones, To keep those pious principles in force. THE WATCH. MAN is a watch, wound up at first, but never Wound up again; once down, he's down for ever: The watch once downe, all motions then do cease; The man's pulse stopt, all passions sleep in peace. LINES HAVE THEIR LININGS, AND BOOKES THEIR BUCKRAM. As in our clothes, so likewise he who lookes, ART ABOVE NATURE. TO JULIA. WHEN I behold a forrest spread And all those airie silks to flow, I must confesse, mine eye and heart UPON SIBILLA. WITH paste of almonds Syb her hands doth scoure, Then gives it to the children to devoure. In cream she bathes her thighs, more soft then silk, Then to the poore she freely gives the milke. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESSE BRIDGET HERRICK. SWEET Bridget blusht, and therewithal, And smelt them; then they smelt to me UPON LOVE. I PLAID with love as with the fire Nor did I know, or co'd descry What under there was hid. That satyre he but burnt his lips; UPON A COMELY AND CURIOUS MAIDE. IF men can say that beauty dyes, UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS FINGER. my ONE of the five straight branches of hand Expecting when to fall; which soon will be; First dyes the leafe, the bough next, next the tree. UPON IRENE. ANGRY if Irene be But a minute's life with me ; Walking in and out her eye, As at once I freeze and frie. UPON ELECTRA'S TEARES. UPON her cheekes she wept, and from those showers Sprang up a sweet nativity of flowres. UPON TOOLY. THE eggs of pheasants wrie-nos'd Tooly sells, END OF VOLUME FIRST. BODI |