ONCE POORE, STILL PENURIOUS. GOES the world now, it will with thee goe hard; The fattest hogs we grease the more with lard. To him that has, there shall be added more ; Who is penurious, he shall still be poore. SWEETNESSE IN SACRIFICE. 'Tis not greatness they require, STEAME IN SACRIFICE. IF meat the Gods give, I the steame, UPON JULIA'S VOICE. So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise; But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber, Melting melodious words to lutes of amber. AGAINE. WHEN I thy singing next shall heare, ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE. ALL things decay with time: The forrest sees THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOURE SWEET MONTHS. FIRST, April, she with mellow showers In a more rich and sweet aray; Next enters June, and brings us more Jems then those two that went before ; More wealth brings in than all those three. NO SHIPWRACK OF VERTUE. TO A FRIEND. THOU sail'st with others in this Argus here, Nor wrack or bulging thou hast cause to feare; But trust to this, my noble passenger, Who swims with Vertue, he shall still be sure, Ulysses-like, all tempests to endure, And 'midst a thousand gulfs to be secure. UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESSE ELIZAB HERRICK. FIRST, for effusions due unto the dead, My solemne vowes have here accomplished; Next, how I love thee, that my griefe must tell, Wherein thou liv'st for ever. Deare, farewell! OF LOVE. A SONET. How love came in, I do not know, As any other, this can tell; That when from hence she does depart, The out-let then is from the heart. TO ANTHEA. Ан my To make that thousand up a million. But yet, though love likes well such scenes as these, THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRIE OF PEARLS. SOME ask'd me where the Rubies grew, And nothing I did say ; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girle, To part her lips, and shew me there The quarelets of Pearl. CONFORMITIE. CONFORMITIE was ever knowne 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 widowhood, UPON ROSES. VNDER a lawne, then skyes more cleare, E |