Rather then love, let me be ever lost, UPON JULIA'S RIBAND. As shews the aire when with a rain-bow grac'd, So smiles that riband 'bout my Julia's waste; Or like Nay, 'tis that Zonulet of love, Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove. THE FROZEN ZONE; OR, JULIA DISDAINFULL. WHITHER? Say, whither shall I fly, goe, Of the raine, frost, haile, and snow? All the floods and frozen seas? Where eternall cold does keep? These may coole; but there's a zone Colder yet then any one; That's my Julia's breast, where dwels Such destructive ysicles; As that the congelation will Me sooner starve, then those can kill. AN EPITAPH UPON A SOBER MATRON. WITH blamelesse carriage I lived here, TO THE PATRON OF POETS, M. END. PORTER. LET there be patrons; patrons like to thee, In thee, thou man of men! who here do'st give But likewise oyle of maintenance to it. For which, before thy threshold, we'll lay downe THE SADNESSE OF THINGS FOR SAPHO'S SICKNESSE. LILLIES will languish, violets look ill; Sickly the primrose, pale the daffadill; That gallant tulip will hang down his head, 6 Pansies will weep, and marygolds will wither, If Sapho droop, daisies will open never, LEANDER'S OBSEQUIES. WHEN as Leander young was drown'd, HOPE HEARTENS. NONE goes to warfare, but with this intent; FOURE THINGS MAKE US HAPPY HERE. HEALTH is the first good lent to men; Next, to be rich by no by-wayes; Lastly, with friends t' enjoy our dayes. HIS PARTING FROM MRS DOROTHY KENEDAY. WHEN I did goe from thee, I felt that smart Thee spend a sigh, t' accompany my teare. Methought 'twas strange, that thou so hard sho'dst prove, Whose heart, whose hand, whose ev'ry part spake love. THE TEARE SENT TO HER FROM STANES. GLIDE, gentle streames, and beare To that coy girle, Who smiles, yet slayes Me with delayes, And strings my teares as pearle. See, see, she's yonder set, Making a carkanet Of maiden-flowers! There, there present This orient, And pendant pearle of ours. H |