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+<div style='text-align:center; font-size:1.2em; font-weight:bold'>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Hesperides &amp; Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2, by Robert Herrick</div>
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+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Hesperides &amp; Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Robert Herrick</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: August 28, 2007 [eBook #22421]<br />
+[Most recently updated: April 21, 2023]</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Stephen Blundell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team</div>
+<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HESPERIDES ***</div>
+
+<h1><big>ROBERT HERRICK</big></h1>
+
+<h2><small>THE HESPERIDES &amp; NOBLE<br />
+NUMBERS: EDITED BY<br />
+ALFRED POLLARD<br />
+WITH A PREFACE BY<br />
+A. C. SWINBURNE</small></h2>
+
+<p class="head2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#volume01">Vol. I.</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#volume02">Vol. II.</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="head2"><i>REVISED EDITION</i></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 152px; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em;">
+<img src="images/002.png" width="152" height="150" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="width:70%;" summary="">
+<tr><td align='center'>LONDON:<br />
+<b>LAWRENCE &amp; BULLEN, Ltd.,</b><br />
+<span class="smcap">16 Henrietta Street, W.C.</span><br />
+1898.</td>
+<td align='center'>NEW YORK:<br />
+<b>LAWRENCE &amp; BULLEN, Ltd.,</b><br />
+<span class="smcap">153-157 Fifth Avenue</span><br />
+1898.</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+<h3><a href="#volume01">VOLUME I</a></h3>
+
+
+
+
+<ul>
+<li><a href="#1.EDITORS_NOTE">EDITOR'S NOTE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.PREFACE">PREFACE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.LIFE_OF_HERRICK">LIFE OF HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.NOTE_TO_SECOND_EDITION">NOTE TO SECOND EDITION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.fac1">HESPERIDES.</a><ul>
+<li><a href="#1.Page_1">DEDICATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p1">1. THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p2">2. TO HIS MUSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p3">3. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p4">4. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p7">7. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p8">8. WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p9">9. UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p10">10. TO SILVIA TO WED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p11">11. THE PARLIAMENT OF ROSES TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p12">12. NO BASHFULNESS IN BEGGING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p13">13. THE FROZEN HEART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p14">14. TO PERILLA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p15">15. A SONG TO THE MASKERS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p16">16. TO PERENNA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p17">17. TREASON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p18">18. TWO THINGS ODIOUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p19">19. TO HIS MISTRESSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p20">20. THE WOUNDED HEART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p21">21. NO LOATHSOMENESS IN LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p22">22. TO ANTHEA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p23">23. THE WEEPING CHERRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p24">24. SOFT MUSIC.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p25">25. THE DIFFERENCE BETWIXT KINGS AND SUBJECTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p26">26. HIS ANSWER TO A QUESTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p27">27. UPON JULIA'S FALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p28">28. EXPENSES EXHAUST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p29">29. LOVE, WHAT IT IS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p30">30. PRESENCE AND ABSENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p31">31. NO SPOUSE BUT A SISTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p32">32. THE POMANDER BRACELET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p33">33. THE SHOE-TYING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p34">34. THE CARCANET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p35">35. HIS SAILING FROM JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p36">36. HOW THE WALL-FLOWER CAME FIRST, AND WHY SO CALLED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p37">37. WHY FLOWERS CHANGE COLOUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p38">38. TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p39">39. UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p40">40. THE DREAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p42">42. TO LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p43">43. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p44">44. LOVE'S PLAY AT PUSH-PIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p45">45. THE ROSARY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p46">46. UPON CUPID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p47">47. THE PARC&AElig;; OR, THREE DAINTY DESTINIES: THE ARMILLET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p48">48. SORROWS SUCCEED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p49">49. CHERRY-PIT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p50">50. TO ROBIN REDBREAST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p51">51. DISCONTENTS IN DEVON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p52">52. TO HIS PATERNAL COUNTRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p53">53. CHERRY-RIPE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p54">54. TO HIS MISTRESSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p55">55. TO ANTHEA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p56">56. THE VISION TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p57">57. DREAMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p58">58. AMBITION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p59">59. HIS REQUEST TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p60">60. MONEY GETS THE MASTERY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p61">61. THE SCARE-FIRE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p62">62. UPON SILVIA, A MISTRESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p63">63. CHEERFULNESS IN CHARITY; OR, THE SWEET SACRIFICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p65">65. SWEETNESS IN SACRIFICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p66">66. STEAM IN SACRIFICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p67">67. UPON JULIA'S VOICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p68">68. AGAIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p69">69. ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p70">70. THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p71">71. NO SHIPWRECK OF VIRTUE. TO A FRIEND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p72">72. UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESS ELIZABETH HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p73">73. OF LOVE. A SONNET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p74">74. TO ANTHEA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p75">75. THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRY OF PEARLS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p76">76. CONFORMITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p77">77. TO THE KING, UPON HIS COMING WITH HIS ARMY INTO THE WEST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p78">78. UPON ROSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p79">79. TO THE KING AND QUEEN UPON THEIR UNHAPPY DISTANCES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p80">80. DANGERS WAIT ON KINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p81">81. THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR, THE UNGENTLE GUEST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p82">82. TO THE REVEREND SHADE OF HIS RELIGIOUS FATHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p83">83. DELIGHT IN DISORDER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p84">84. TO HIS MUSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p85">85. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p86">86. TO DEAN BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH SOMETIMES HE LIVED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p87">87. KISSING USURY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p88">88. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p89">89. TO LAURELS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p90">90. HIS CAVALIER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p91">91. ZEAL REQUIRED IN LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p92">92. THE BAG OF THE BEE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p93">93. LOVE KILLED BY LACK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p94">94. TO HIS MISTRESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p95">95. TO THE GENEROUS READER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p96">96. TO CRITICS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p97">97. DUTY TO TYRANTS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p98">98. BEING ONCE BLIND, HIS REQUEST TO BIANCA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p100">100. NO WANT WHERE THERE'S LITTLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p101">101. BARLEY-BREAK; OR, LAST IN HELL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p102">102. THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p103">103. TO DIANEME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p104">104. TO ANTHEA LYING IN BED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p105">105. TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p106">106. A COUNTRY-LIFE: TO HIS BROTHER, MR. THO. HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p107">107. DIVINATION BY A DAFFODIL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p108">108. TO THE PAINTER, TO DRAW HIM A PICTURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p111">111. A LYRIC TO MIRTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p112">112. TO THE EARL OF WESTMORELAND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p113">113. AGAINST LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p114">114. UPON JULIA'S RIBAND.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p115">115. THE FROZEN ZONE; OR, JULIA DISDAINFUL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p116">116. AN EPITAPH UPON A SOBER MATRON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p117">117. TO THE PATRON OF POETS, M. END. PORTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p118">118. THE SADNESS OF THINGS FOR SAPPHO'S SICKNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p119">119. LEANDER'S OBSEQUIES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p120">120. HOPE HEARTENS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p121">121. FOUR THINGS MAKE US HAPPY HERE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p122">122. HIS PARTING FROM MRS. DOROTHY KENNEDY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p123">123. THE TEAR SENT TO HER FROM STAINES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p124">124. UPON ONE LILY, WHO MARRIED WITH A MAID CALLED ROSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p125">125. AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p127">127. THE HOUR-GLASS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p128">128. HIS FAREWELL TO SACK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p130">130. UPON MRS. ELIZABETH WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF AMARILLIS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p132">132. TO MYRRHA, HARD-HEARTED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p133">133. THE EYE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p134">134. UPON THE MUCH-LAMENTED MR. J. WARR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p136">136. THE SUSPICION UPON HIS OVER-MUCH FAMILIARITY WITH A GENTLEWOMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p137">137. SINGLE LIFE MOST SECURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p138">138. THE CURSE. A SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p139">139. THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p140">140. TO DEWS. A SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p141">141. SOME COMFORT IN CALAMITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p142">142. THE VISION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p143">143. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p144">144. UPON A VIRGIN KISSING A ROSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p145">145. UPON A WIFE THAT DIED MAD WITH JEALOUSY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p146">146. UPON THE BISHOP OF LINCOLN'S IMPRISONMENT.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p147">147. DISSUASIONS FROM IDLENESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p149">149. AN EPITHALAMY TO SIR THOMAS SOUTHWELL AND HIS LADY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p150">150. TEARS ARE TONGUES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p151">151. UPON A YOUNG MOTHER OF MANY CHILDREN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p152">152. TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p153">153. HIS WISH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p154">154. HIS PROTESTATION TO PERILLA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p155">155. LOVE PERFUMES ALL PARTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p156">156. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p157">157. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p158">158. VIRTUE IS SENSIBLE OF SUFFERING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p159">159. THE CRUEL MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p160">160. TO DIANEME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p161">161. TO THE KING, TO CURE THE EVIL.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p162">162. HIS MISERY IN A MISTRESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p164">164. TO A GENTLEWOMAN OBJECTING TO HIM HIS GRAY HAIRS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p165">165. TO CEDARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p166">166. UPON CUPID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p167">167. HOW PRIMROSES CAME GREEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p168">168. TO JOS., LORD BISHOP OF EXETER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p169">169. UPON A BLACK TWIST ROUNDING THE ARM OF THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p170">170. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p172">172. A RING PRESENTED TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p173">173. TO THE DETRACTOR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p174">174. UPON THE SAME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p175">175. JULIA'S PETTICOAT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p176">176. TO MUSIC.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p177">177. DISTRUST.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p178">178. CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p179">179. ON JULIA'S BREATH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p180">180. UPON A CHILD. AN EPITAPH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p181">181. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HORACE AND LYDIA, TRANSLATED ANNO 1627, AND SET BY MR. RO. RAMSEY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p182">182. THE CAPTIV'D BEE, OR THE LITTLE FILCHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p185">185. AN ODE TO MASTER ENDYMION PORTER, UPON HIS BROTHER'S DEATH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p186">186. TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p187">187. THE OLIVE BRANCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p189">189. TO CHERRY-BLOSSOMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p190">190. HOW LILIES CAME WHITE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p191">191. TO PANSIES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p192">192. ON GILLY-FLOWERS BEGOTTEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p193">193. THE LILY IN A CRYSTAL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p194">194. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p195">195. UPON SOME WOMEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p196">196. SUPREME FORTUNE FALLS SOONEST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p197">197. THE WELCOME TO SACK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p198">198. IMPOSSIBILITIES TO HIS FRIEND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p201">201. TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p202">202. FAIR DAYS: OR, DAWNS DECEITFUL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p203">203. LIPS TONGUELESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p204">204. TO THE FEVER, NOT TO TROUBLE JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p205">205. TO VIOLETS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p207">207. TO CARNATIONS. A SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p208">208. TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p209">209. SAFETY TO LOOK TO ONESELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p210">210. TO HIS FRIEND, ON THE UNTUNABLE TIMES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p211">211. HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p212">212. SAFETY ON THE SHORE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p213">213. A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES. PRESENTED TO THE KING, AND SET BY MR. NIC. LANIERE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p214">214. TO THE LARK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p215">215. THE BUBBLE. A SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p216">216. A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p217">217. THE BLEEDING HAND; OR, THE SPRIG OF EGLANTINE GIVEN TO A MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p218">218. LYRIC FOR LEGACIES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p219">219. A DIRGE UPON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT VALIANT LORD, BERNARD STUART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p220">220. TO PERENNA, A MISTRESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p223">223. THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR. JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR-AT-LAW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p224">224. TO MISTRESS KATHERINE BRADSHAW, THE LOVELY, THAT CROWNED HIM WITH LAUREL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p225">225. THE PLAUDITE, OR END OF LIFE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p226">226. TO THE MOST VIRTUOUS MISTRESS POT, WHO MANY TIMES ENTERTAINED HIM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p227">227. TO MUSIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p228">228. UPON A GENTLEWOMAN WITH A SWEET VOICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p229">229. UPON CUPID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p230">230. UPON JULIA'S BREASTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p231">231. BEST TO BE MERRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p232">232. THE CHANGES TO CORINNA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p234">234. NEGLECT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p235">235. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p236">236. UPON A PHYSICIAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p238">238. TO THE ROSE. A SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p240">240. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p241">241. UPON A PAINTED GENTLEWOMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p243">243. DRAW-GLOVES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p244">244. TO MUSIC, TO BECALM A SWEET-SICK YOUTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p245">245. TO THE HIGH AND NOBLE PRINCE GEORGE, DUKE, MARQUIS, AND EARL OF BUCKINGHAM.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p246">246. HIS RECANTATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p247">247. THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p248">248. THE PRESENT; OR, THE BAG OF THE BEE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p249">249. ON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p250">250. THE HOCK-CART OR HARVEST HOME. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY, EARL OF WESTMORELAND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p251">251. THE PERFUME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p252">252. UPON HER VOICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p253">253. NOT TO LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p254">254. TO MUSIC. A SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p255">255. TO THE WESTERN WIND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p256">256. UPON THE DEATH OF HIS SPARROW. AN ELEGY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p257">257. TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p258">258. HOW ROSES CAME RED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p259">259. COMFORT TO A LADY UPON THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p260">260. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p262">262. TO THE WILLOW-TREE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p263">263. MRS. ELIZ. WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF THE LOST SHEPHERDESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p264">264. TO THE KING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p265">265. TO THE QUEEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p266">266. THE POET'S GOOD WISHES FOR THE MOST HOPEFUL AND HANDSOME PRINCE, THE DUKE OF YORK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p267">267. TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p268">268. PREVISION OR PROVISION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p269">269. OBEDIENCE IN SUBJECTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p270">270. MORE POTENT, LESS PECCANT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p271">271. UPON A MAID THAT DIED THE DAY SHE WAS MARRIED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p274">274. TO MEADOWS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p275">275. CROSSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p276">276. MISERIES.</a></li>
+
+
+<li><a href="#1.p278">278. TO HIS HOUSEHOLD GODS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p279">279. TO THE NIGHTINGALE AND ROBIN REDBREAST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p280">280. TO THE YEW AND CYPRESS TO GRACE HIS FUNERAL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p281">281. I CALL AND I CALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p282">282. ON A PERFUMED LADY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p283">283. A NUPTIAL SONG OR EPITHALAMY ON SIR CLIPSEBY CREW AND HIS LADY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p284">284. THE SILKEN SNAKE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p285">285. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p286">286. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p287">287. REVERENCE TO RICHES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p288">288. DEVOTION MAKES THE DEITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p289">289. TO ALL YOUNG MEN THAT LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p290">290. THE EYES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p291">291. NO FAULT IN WOMEN.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p293">293. OBERON'S FEAST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p294">294. EVENT OF THINGS NOT IN OUR POWER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p295">295. UPON HER BLUSH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p296">296. MERITS MAKE THE MAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p297">297. TO VIRGINS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p298">298. VIRTUE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p299">299. THE BELLMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p300">300. BASHFULNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p301">301. TO THE MOST ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN, MASTER EDWARD NORGATE, CLERK OF THE SIGNET TO HIS MAJESTY. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p302">302. UPON PRUDENCE BALDWIN: HER SICKNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p303">303. TO APOLLO. A SHORT HYMN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p304">304. A HYMN TO BACCHUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p306">306. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p307">307. CASUALTIES.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p308">308. BRIBES AND GIFTS GET ALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p309">309. THE END.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p310">310. UPON A CHILD THAT DIED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p312">312. CONTENT, NOT CATES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p313">313. THE ENTERTAINMENT; OR, PORCH-VERSE, AT THE MARRIAGE OF MR. HENRY NORTHLY AND THE MOST WITTY MRS. LETTICE YARD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p314">314. THE GOOD-NIGHT OR BLESSING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p316">316. TO DAFFODILS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p318">318. UPON A LADY THAT DIED IN CHILD-BED, AND LEFT A DAUGHTER BEHIND HER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p319">319. A NEW-YEAR'S GIFT SENT TO SIR SIMON STEWARD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p320">320. MATINS; OR, MORNING PRAYER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p321">321. EVENSONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p322">322. THE BRACELET TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p323">323. THE CHRISTIAN MILITANT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p324">324. A SHORT HYMN TO LAR.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p325">325. ANOTHER TO NEPTUNE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p327">327. HIS EMBALMING TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p328">328. GOLD BEFORE GOODNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p329">329. THE KISS. A DIALOGUE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p330">330. THE ADMONITION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p331">331. TO HIS HONOURED KINSMAN, SIR WILLIAM SOAME. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p332">332. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p333">333. TO LAR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p334">334. THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DEMON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p335">335. CLEMENCY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p336">336. HIS AGE, DEDICATED TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, M. JOHN WICKES, UNDER THE NAME OF POSTHUMUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p337">337. A SHORT HYMN TO VENUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p338">338. TO A GENTLEWOMAN ON JUST DEALING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p339">339. THE HAND AND TONGUE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p340">340. UPON A DELAYING LADY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p341">341. TO THE LADY MARY VILLARS, GOVERNESS TO THE PRINCESS HENRIETTA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p342">342. UPON HIS JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p343">343. TO FLOWERS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p344">344. TO MY ILL READER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p345">345. THE POWER IN THE PEOPLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p346">346. A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p347">347. ON JULIA'S PICTURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p348">348. HER BED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p349">349. HER LEGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p350">350. UPON HER ALMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p351">351. REWARDS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p352">352. NOTHING NEW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p353">353. THE RAINBOW.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p354">354. THE MEADOW-VERSE; OR, ANNIVERSARY TO MISTRESS BRIDGET LOWMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p355">355. THE PARTING VERSE, THE FEAST THERE ENDED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p356">356. UPON JUDITH. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p359">359. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE PHILIP, EARL OF PEMBROKE AND MONTGOMERY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p360">360. AN HYMN TO JUNO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p362">362. UPON SAPPHO SWEETLY PLAYING AND SWEETLY SINGING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p364">364. CHOP-CHERRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p365">365. TO THE MOST LEARNED, WISE, AND ARCH-ANTIQUARY, M. JOHN SELDEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p366">366. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p367">367. UPON WRINKLES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p370">370. PRAY AND PROSPER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p371">371. HIS LACHRYM&AElig;; OR, MIRTH TURNED TO MOURNING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p375">375. TO THE MOST FAIR AND LOVELY MISTRESS ANNE SOAME, NOW LADY ABDIE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p376">376. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS ELIZABETH HERRICK.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p377">377. A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p378">378. TO HIS VALENTINE ON ST. VALENTINE'S DAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p382">382. UPON M. BEN. JONSON. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p383">383. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p384">384. TO HIS NEPHEW, TO BE PROSPEROUS IN HIS ART OF PAINTING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p386">386. A VOW TO MARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p387">387. TO HIS MAID, PREW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p388">388. A CANTICLE TO APOLLO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p389">389. A JUST MAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p390">390. UPON A HOARSE SINGER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p391">391. HOW PANSIES OR HEART'S-EASE CAME FIRST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p392">392. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, SIR EDWARD FISH, KNIGHT BARONET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p393">393. LAR'S PORTION AND THE POET'S PART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p394">394. UPON MAN.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p395">395. LIBERTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p396">396. LOTS TO BE LIKED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p397">397. GRIEFS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p399">399. THE DREAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p402">402. CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p403">403. TO DIANEME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p404">404. UPON ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p405">405. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p406">406. OF LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p407">407. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p408">408. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p412">412. THE MAD MAID'S SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p413">413. TO SPRINGS AND FOUNTAINS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p414">414. UPON JULIA'S UNLACING HERSELF.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p415">415. TO BACCHUS, A CANTICLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p416">416. THE LAWN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p417">417. THE FRANKINCENSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p420">420. TO SYCAMORES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p421">421. A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING: MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p422">422. THE POET LOVES A MISTRESS, BUT NOT TO MARRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p425">425. THE WILLOW GARLAND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p427">427. A HYMN TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p430">430. EMPIRES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p431">431. FELICITY QUICK OF FLIGHT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p436">436. THE CROWD AND COMPANY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p438">438. POLICY IN PRINCES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p440">440. UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p441">441. TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT SO SOON.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p442">442. TO THE LITTLE SPINNERS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p443">443. OBERON'S PALACE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p444">444. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, MR. THOMAS SHAPCOTT, LAWYER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p445">445. TO JULIA IN THE TEMPLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p446">446. TO OENONE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p447">447. HIS WEAKNESS IN WOES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p448">448. FAME MAKES US FORWARD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p449">449. TO GROVES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p450">450. AN EPITAPH UPON A VIRGIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p451">451. TO THE RIGHT GRACIOUS PRINCE, LODOWICK, DUKE OF RICHMOND AND LENNOX.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p452">452. TO JEALOUSY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p453">453. TO LIVE FREELY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p455">455. HIS ALMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p456">456. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p457">457. TO ENJOY THE TIME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p458">458. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p459">459. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY, EARL OF WESTMORELAND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p460">460. THE PLUNDER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p461">461. LITTLENESS NO CAUSE OF LEANNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p464">464. THE JIMMALL RING OR TRUE-LOVE KNOT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p465">465. THE PARTING VERSE OR CHARGE TO HIS SUPPOSED WIFE WHEN HE TRAVELLED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p466">466. TO HIS KINSMAN, SIR THOS. SOAME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p467">467. TO BLOSSOMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p468">468. MAN'S DYING-PLACE UNCERTAIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p469">469. NOTHING FREE-COST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p470">470. FEW FORTUNATE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p471">471. TO PERENNA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p472">472. TO THE LADIES.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p473">473. THE OLD WIVES' PRAYER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p475">475. UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p476">476. THE WASSAIL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p477">477. UPON A LADY FAIR BUT FRUITLESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p478">478. HOW SPRINGS CAME FIRST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p479">479. TO ROSEMARY AND BAYS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p481">481. UPON A SCAR IN A VIRGIN'S FACE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p482">482. UPON HIS EYESIGHT FAILING HIM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p483">483. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, M. THOS. FALCONBIRGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p484">484. UPON JULIA'S HAIR FILL'D WITH DEW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p485">485. ANOTHER ON HER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p486">486. LOSS FROM THE LEAST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p487">487. REWARD AND PUNISHMENTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p488">488. SHAME NO STATIST.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p489">489. TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p490">490. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p491">491. FRESH CHEESE AND CREAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p492">492. AN ECLOGUE OR PASTORAL BETWEEN ENDYMION PORTER AND LYCIDAS HERRICK, SET AND SUNG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p493">493. TO A BED OF TULIPS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p494">494. A CAUTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p495">495. TO THE WATER NYMPHS DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p496">496. TO HIS HONOURED KINSMAN, SIR RICHARD STONE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p497">497. UPON A FLY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p499">499. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p500">500. TO MISTRESS DOROTHY PARSONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p502">502. HOW HE WOULD DRINK HIS WINE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p503">503. HOW MARIGOLDS CAME YELLOW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p504">504. THE BROKEN CRYSTAL.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p505">505. PRECEPTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p506">506. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE EDWARD, EARL OF DORSET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p507">507. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p508">508. HOPE WELL AND HAVE WELL: OR, FAIR AFTER FOUL WEATHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p509">509. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p510">510. TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MRS. PENELOPE WHEELER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p511">511. ANOTHER UPON HER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p513">513. CROSS AND PILE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p514">514. TO THE LADY CREW, UPON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p515">515. HIS WINDING-SHEET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p516">516. TO MISTRESS MARY WILLAND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p517">517. CHANGE GIVES CONTENT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p519">519. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p520">520. FORTUNE FAVOURS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p521">521. TO PHYLLIS, TO LOVE AND LIVE WITH HIM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p522">522. TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p523">523. UPON MISTRESS SUSANNA SOUTHWELL, HER CHEEKS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p524">524. UPON HER EYES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p525">525. UPON HER FEET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p526">526. TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, SIR JOHN MINCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p527">527. UPON HIS GREY HAIRS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p528">528. ACCUSATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p529">529. PRIDE ALLOWABLE IN POETS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p530">530. A VOW TO MINERVA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p534">534. TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p535">535. DISCORD NOT DISADVANTAGEOUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p536">536. ILL GOVERNMENT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p537">537. TO MARIGOLDS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p538">538. TO DIANEME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p539">539. TO JULIA, THE FLAMINICA DIALIS OR QUEEN-PRIEST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p540">540. ANACREONTIC.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p541">541. MEAT WITHOUT MIRTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p542">542. LARGE BOUNDS DO BUT BURY US.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p543">543. UPON URSLEY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p544">544. AN ODE TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p545">545. TO HIS WORTHY KINSMAN, MR. STEPHEN SOAME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p546">546. TO HIS TOMB-MAKER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p547">547. GREAT SPIRITS SUPERVIVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p548">548. NONE FREE FROM FAULT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p549">549. UPON HIMSELF BEING BURIED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p550">550. PITY TO THE PROSTRATE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p552">552. HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.p553">553. THE CREDIT OF THE CONQUEROR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p554">554. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p556">556. THE FAIRIES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p557">557. TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, M. JOHN WEARE, COUNCILLOR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p560">560. THE WATCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p561">561. LINES HAVE THEIR LININGS, AND BOOKS THEIR BUCKRAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p562">562. ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p564">564. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS BRIDGET HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p565">565. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p566">566. UPON A COMELY AND CURIOUS MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p567">567. UPON THE LOSS OF HIS FINGER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p568">568. UPON IRENE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#1.p569">569. UPON ELECTRA'S TEARS.</a></li>
+</ul></li>
+
+<li><a href="#1.NOTES">NOTES.</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<h3><a href="#volume02">VOLUME II</a></h3>
+
+<ul>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_1">HESPERIDES.</a><ul>
+
+
+
+<li><a href="#2.p569">569. A HYMN TO THE GRACES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p570">570. TO SILVIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p573">573. THE POET HATH LOST HIS PIPE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p574">574. TRUE FRIENDSHIP.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p575">575. THE APPARITION OF HIS MISTRESS CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p576">576. LIFE IS THE BODY'S LIGHT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p579">579. LOVE LIGHTLY PLEASED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p580">580. THE PRIMROSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p581">581. THE TITHE. TO THE BRIDE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p582">582. A FROLIC.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p583">583. CHANGE COMMON TO ALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p584">584. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p585">585. NO LUCK IN LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p586">586. IN THE DARK NONE DAINTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p587">587. A CHARM, OR AN ALLAY FOR LOVE</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p590">590. TO HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW, MASTER JOHN WINGFIELD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p591">591. THE HEADACHE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p592">592. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p593">593. UPON A MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p596">596. UPON THE TROUBLESOME TIMES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p597">597. CRUELTY BASE IN COMMANDERS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p599">599. UPON LUCIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p600">600. LITTLE AND LOUD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p601">601. SHIPWRECK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p602">602. PAINS WITHOUT PROFIT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p603">603. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p604">604. HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p605">605. POVERTY AND RICHES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p606">606. AGAIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p607">607. THE COVETOUS STILL CAPTIVES.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p608">608. LAWS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p609">609. OF LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p611">611. TO HIS MUSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p612">612. THE BAD SEASON MAKES THE POET SAD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p613">613. TO VULCAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p614">614. LIKE PATTERN, LIKE PEOPLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p615">615. PURPOSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p616">616. TO THE MAIDS TO WALK ABROAD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p617">617. HIS OWN EPITAPH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p618">618. A NUPTIAL VERSE TO MISTRESS ELIZABETH LEE, NOW LADY TRACY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p619">619. THE NIGHT-PIECE, TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p620">620. TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p621">621. GOOD LUCK NOT LASTING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p622">622. A KISS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p623">623. GLORY.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p624">624. POETS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p625">625. NO DESPITE TO THE DEAD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p626">626. TO HIS VERSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p627">627. HIS CHARGE TO JULIA AT HIS DEATH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p628">628. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p629">629. THE COBBLERS' CATCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p633">633. CONNUBII FLORES, OR THE WELL-WISHES AT WEDDINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p634">634. TO HIS LOVELY MISTRESSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p635">635. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p638">638. THE BEGGAR TO MAB, THE FAIRY QUEEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p639">639. AN END DECREED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p640">640. UPON A CHILD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p641">641. PAINTING SOMETIMES PERMITTED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p642">642. FAREWELL FROST, OR WELCOME THE SPRING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p643">643. THE HAG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p644">644. UPON AN OLD MAN: A RESIDENTIARY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p645">645. UPON TEARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p646">646. PHYSICIANS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p647">647. THE PRIMITI&AElig; TO PARENTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p649">649. UPON LUCY. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p651">651. TO SILVIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p652">652. TO HIS CLOSET-GODS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p653">653. A BACCHANALIAN VERSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p654">654. LONG-LOOKED-FOR COMES AT LAST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p655">655. TO YOUTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p656">656. NEVER TOO LATE TO DIE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p657">657. A HYMN TO THE MUSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p658">658. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p660">660. TO MOMUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p661">661. AMBITION.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p662">662. THE COUNTRY LIFE, TO THE HONOURED M. END. PORTER, GROOM OF THE BEDCHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p663">663. TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p664">664. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, M. ARTHUR BARTLY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p665">665. WHAT KIND OF MISTRESS HE WOULD HAVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p667">667. THE ROSEMARY BRANCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p669">669. UPON CRAB. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p670">670. A PARAN&AElig;TICALL, OR ADVISIVE VERSE, TO HIS FRIEND, M. JOHN WICKS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p671">671. ONCE SEEN AND NO MORE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p672">672. LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p673">673. TO M. DENHAM ON HIS PROSPECTIVE POEM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p674">674. A HYMN TO THE LARES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p675">675. DENIAL IN WOMEN NO DISHEARTENING TO MEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p676">676. ADVERSITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p677">677. TO FORTUNE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p678">678. TO ANTHEA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p679">679. CRUELTIES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p680">680. PERSEVERANCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p681">681. UPON HIS VERSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p682">682. DISTANCE BETTERS DIGNITIES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p683">683. HEALTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p684">684. TO DIANEME. A CEREMONY IN GLOUCESTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p685">685. TO THE KING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p686">686. THE FUNERAL RITES OF THE ROSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p687">687. THE RAINBOW, OR CURIOUS COVENANT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p688">688. THE LAST STROKE STRIKES SURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p689">689. FORTUNE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p690">690. STOOL-BALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p691">691. TO SAPPHO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p692">692. ON POET PRAT. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p693">693. UPON TUCK. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p694">694. BITING OF BEGGARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p695">695. THE MAY-POLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p696">696. MEN MIND NO STATE IN SICKNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p697">697. ADVERSITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p698">698. WANT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p699">699. GRIEF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p700">700. LOVE PALPABLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p701">701. NO ACTION HARD TO AFFECTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p702">702. MEAN THINGS OVERCOME MIGHTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p705">705. THE BRACELET OF PEARL: TO SILVIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p706">706. HOW ROSES CAME RED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p707">707. KINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p708">708. FIRST WORK, AND THEN WAGES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p709">709. TEARS AND LAUGHTER.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p710">710. GLORY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p711">711. POSSESSIONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p713">713. HIS RETURN TO LONDON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p714">714. NOT EVERY DAY FIT FOR VERSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p715">715. POVERTY THE GREATEST PACK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p716">716. A BUCOLIC, OR DISCOURSE OF NEATHERDS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p717">717. TRUE SAFETY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p718">718. A PROGNOSTIC.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p719">719. UPON JULIA'S SWEAT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p720">720. PROOF TO NO PURPOSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p721">721. FAME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p722">722. BY USE COMES EASINESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p723">723. TO THE GENIUS OF HIS HOUSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p724">724. HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p725">725. GOOD PRECEPTS OR COUNSEL.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p726">726. MONEY MAKES THE MIRTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p727">727. UP TAILS ALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p729">729. UPON LUCIA DABBLED IN THE DEW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p730">730. CHARON AND PHILOMEL; A DIALOGUE SUNG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p733">733. A TERNARY OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLY SENT TO A LADY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p734">734. UPON THE ROSES IN JULIA'S BOSOM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p735">735. MAIDS' NAYS ARE NOTHING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p736">736. THE SMELL OF THE SACRIFICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p737">737. LOVERS: HOW THEY COME AND PART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p738">738. TO WOMEN, TO HIDE THEIR TEETH IF THEY BE ROTTEN OR RUSTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p739">739. IN PRAISE OF WOMEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p740">740. THE APRON OF FLOWERS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p741">741. THE CANDOUR OF JULIA'S TEETH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p742">742. UPON HER WEEPING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p743">743. ANOTHER UPON HER WEEPING.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p744">744. DELAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p745">745. TO SIR JOHN BERKLEY, GOVERNOR OF EXETER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p746">746. TO ELECTRA. LOVE LOOKS FOR LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p747">747. REGRESSION SPOILS RESOLUTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p748">748. CONTENTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p749">749. CONSULTATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p750">750. LOVE DISLIKES NOTHING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p751">751. OUR OWN SINS UNSEEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p752">752. NO PAINS, NO GAINS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p754">754. VIRTUE BEST UNITED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p755">755. THE EYE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p756">756. TO PRINCE CHARLES UPON HIS COMING TO EXETER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p757">757. A SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p758">758. PRINCES AND FAVOURITES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p759">759. EXAMPLES; OR, LIKE PRINCE, LIKE PEOPLE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p760">760. POTENTATES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p761">761. THE WAKE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p762">762. THE PETER-PENNY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p763">763. TO DOCTOR ALABASTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p764">764. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MRS. M. S.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p765">765. FELICITY KNOWS NO FENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p766">766. DEATH ENDS ALL WOE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p767">767. A CONJURATION TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p768">768. COURAGE COOLED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p769">769. THE SPELL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p770">770. HIS WISH TO PRIVACY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p771">771. A GOOD HUSBAND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p772">772. A HYMN TO BACCHUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p773">773. UPON PUSS AND HER 'PRENTICE. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p774">774. BLAME THE REWARD OF PRINCES.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p775">775. CLEMENCY IN KINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p776">776. ANGER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p777">777. A PSALM OR HYMN TO THE GRACES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p778">778. A HYMN TO THE MUSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p779">779. UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p780">780. MODERATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p781">781. TO ANTHEA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p782">782. UPON PREW, HIS MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p783">783. THE INVITATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p784">784. CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p785">785. CHRISTMAS-EVE, ANOTHER CEREMONY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p786">786. ANOTHER TO THE MAIDS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p787">787. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p788">788. POWER AND PEACE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p789">789. TO HIS DEAR VALENTINE, MISTRESS MARGARET FALCONBRIDGE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p790">790. TO OENONE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p791">791. VERSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p792">792. HAPPINESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p793">793. THINGS OF CHOICE LONG A-COMING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p794">794. POETRY PERPETUATES THE POET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p797">797. KISSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p798">798. ORPHEUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p803">803. TO SAPPHO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p804">804. TO HIS FAITHFUL FRIEND, M. JOHN CROFTS, CUP-BEARER TO THE KING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p805">805. THE BRIDE-CAKE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p806">806. TO BE MERRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p807">807. BURIAL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p808">808. LENITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p809">809. PENITENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p810">810. GRIEF.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p811">811. THE MAIDEN-BLUSH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p812">812. THE MEAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p813">813. HASTE HURTFUL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p814">814. PURGATORY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p815">815. THE CLOUD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p817">817. THE AMBER BEAD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p818">818. TO MY DEAREST SISTER, M. MERCY HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p819">819. THE TRANSFIGURATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p820">820. SUFFER THAT THOU CANST NOT SHIFT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p821">821. TO THE PASSENGER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p823">823. TO THE KING, UPON HIS TAKING OF LEICESTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p824">824. TO JULIA, IN HER DAWN, OR DAYBREAK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p825">825. COUNSEL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p826">826. BAD PRINCES PILL THE PEOPLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p827">827. MOST WORDS, LESS WORKS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p828">828. TO DIANEME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p830">830. HIS LOSS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p831">831. DRAW AND DRINK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p833">833. TO OENONE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p836">836. TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p837">837. TO MISTRESS AMY POTTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p838">838. UPON A MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p839">839. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p840">840. BEAUTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p841">841. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p844">844. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p845">845. READINESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p846">846. WRITING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p847">847. SOCIETY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p848">848. UPON A MAID.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p849">849. SATISFACTION FOR SUFFERINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p850">850. THE DELAYING BRIDE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p851">851. TO M. HENRY LAWES, THE EXCELLENT COMPOSER OF HIS LYRICS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p852">852. AGE UNFIT FOR LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p853">853. THE BEDMAN, OR GRAVEMAKER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p854">854. TO ANTHEA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p855">855. NEED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p856">856. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p857">857. ON JULIA'S LIPS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p858">858. TWILIGHT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p859">859. TO HIS FRIEND, MR. J. JINCKS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p860">860. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p861">861. KINGS AND TYRANTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p862">862. CROSSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p863">863. UPON LOVE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p864">864. NO DIFFERENCE I' TH' DARK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p865">865. THE BODY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p866">866. TO SAPPHO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p867">867. OUT OF TIME, OUT OF TUNE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p868">868. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p869">869. TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, SIR THOMAS HEALE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p870">870. THE SACRIFICE, BY WAY OF DISCOURSE BETWIXT HIMSELF AND JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p871">871. TO APOLLO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p872">872. ON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p873">873. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p874">874. A HYMN TO CUPID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p875">875. TO ELECTRA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p876">876. HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p877">877. FACTIONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p881">881. UPON JULIA'S HAIR BUNDLED UP IN A GOLDEN NET.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p883">883. THE SHOWER OF BLOSSOMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p885">885. A DEFENCE FOR WOMEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p887">887. SLAVERY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p888">888. CHARMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p889">889. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p890">890. ANOTHER TO BRING IN THE WITCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p891">891. ANOTHER CHARM FOR STABLES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p892">892. CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMAS EVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p893">893. THE CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMAS DAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p894">894. UPON CANDLEMAS DAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p897">897. TO BIANCA, TO BLESS HIM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p898">898. JULIA'S CHURCHING, OR PURIFICATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p899">899. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p900">900. TEARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p901">901. TO HIS FRIEND TO AVOID CONTENTION OF WORDS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p902">902. TRUTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p904">904. THE EYES BEFORE THE EARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p905">905. WANT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p906">906. TO A FRIEND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p907">907. UPON M. WILLIAM LAWES, THE RARE MUSICIAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p908">908. A SONG UPON SILVIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p909">909. THE HONEYCOMB.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p910">910. UPON BEN JONSON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p911">911. AN ODE FOR HIM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p912">912. UPON A VIRGIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p913">913. BLAME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p914">914. A REQUEST TO THE GRACES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p915">915. UPON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p916">916. MULTITUDE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p917">917. FEAR.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p918">918. TO M. KELLAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p919">919. HAPPINESS TO HOSPITALITY; OR, A HEARTY WISH TO GOOD HOUSEKEEPING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p920">920. CUNCTATION IN CORRECTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p921">921. PRESENT GOVERNMENT GRIEVOUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p922">922. REST REFRESHES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p923">923. REVENGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p924">924. THE FIRST MARS OR MAKES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p925">925. BEGINNING DIFFICULT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p926">926. FAITH FOUR-SQUARE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p927">927. THE PRESENT TIME BEST PLEASETH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p928">928. CLOTHES ARE CONSPIRATORS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p929">929. CRUELTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p930">930. FAIR AFTER FOUL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p931">931. HUNGER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p932">932. BAD WAGES FOR GOOD SERVICE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p933">933. THE END.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p934">934. THE BONDMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p935">935. CHOOSE FOR THE BEST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p936">936. TO SILVIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p937">937. FAIR SHOWS DECEIVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p938">938. HIS WISH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p939">939. UPON JULIA WASHING HERSELF IN THE RIVER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p940">940. A MEAN IN OUR MEANS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p941">941. UPON CLUNN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p942">942. UPON CUPID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p946">946. AN HYMN TO LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p947">947. TO HIS HONOURED AND MOST INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. CHARLES COTTON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p948">948. WOMEN USELESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p949">949. LOVE IS A SYRUP.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p950">950. LEAVEN.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p951">951. REPLETION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p952">952. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p953">953. NO MAN WITHOUT MONEY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p954">954. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p955">955. TO M. LEONARD WILLAN, HIS PECULIAR FRIEND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p956">956. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, M. JOHN HALL, STUDENT OF GRAY'S INN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p957">957. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p958">958. TO THE MOST COMELY AND PROPER M. ELIZABETH FINCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p960">960. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p961">961. TO THE KING, UPON HIS WELCOME TO HAMPTON COURT. SET AND SUNG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p962">962. ULTIMUS HEROUM: OR, TO THE MOST LEARNED, AND TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, HENRY, MARQUIS OF DORCHESTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p963">963. TO HIS MUSE; ANOTHER TO THE SAME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p966">966. TO HIS LEARNED FRIEND, M. JO. HARMAR, PHYSICIAN TO THE COLLEGE OF WESTMINSTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p967">967. UPON HIS SPANIEL TRACY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p968">968. THE DELUGE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p971">971. STRENGTH TO SUPPORT SOVEREIGNTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p973">973. CRUTCHES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p974">974. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p975">975. UPON CASE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p976">976. TO PERENNA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p977">977. TO HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, M. SUSANNA HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p978">978. UPON THE LADY CREW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p979">979. ON TOMASIN PARSONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p980">980. CEREMONY UPON CANDLEMAS EVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p981">981. SUSPICION MAKES SECURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p983">983. TO HIS KINSMAN, M. THO. HERRICK, WHO DESIRED TO BE IN HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p984">984. A BUCOLIC BETWIXT TWO: LACON AND THYRSIS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p985">985. UPON SAPPHO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p988">988. A BACCHANALIAN VERSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p989">989. CARE A GOOD KEEPER.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p990">990. RULES FOR OUR REACH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p991">991. TO BIANCA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p992">992. TO THE HANDSOME MISTRESS GRACE POTTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p993">993. ANACREONTIC.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p994">994. MORE MODEST, MORE MANLY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p995">995. NOT TO COVET MUCH WHERE LITTLE IS THE CHARGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p996">996. ANACREONTIC VERSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p998">998. PATIENCE IN PRINCES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p999">999. FEAR GETS FORCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1000">1000. PARCEL-GILT POETRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1001">1001. UPON LOVE, BY WAY OF QUESTION AND ANSWER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1002">1002. TO THE LORD HOPTON, ON HIS FIGHT IN CORNWALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1003">1003. HIS GRANGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1004">1004. LEPROSY IN HOUSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1005">1005. GOOD MANNERS AT MEAT.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p1006">1006. ANTHEA'S RETRACTATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1007">1007. COMFORTS IN CROSSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1008">1008. SEEK AND FIND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1009">1009. REST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1010">1010. LEPROSY IN CLOTHES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1012">1012. GREAT MALADIES, LONG MEDICINES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1013">1013. HIS ANSWER TO A FRIEND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1014">1014. THE BEGGAR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1015">1015. BASTARDS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1016">1016. HIS CHANGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1017">1017. THE VISION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1018">1018. A VOW TO VENUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1019">1019. ON HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1020">1020. A SONNET OF PERILLA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1021">1021. BAD MAY BE BETTER.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p1022">1022. POSTING TO PRINTING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1023">1023. RAPINE BRINGS RUIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1024">1024. COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1026">1026. SAINT DISTAFF'S DAY, OR THE MORROW AFTER TWELFTH DAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1027">1027. SUFFERANCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1028">1028. HIS TEARS TO THAMESIS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1029">1029. PARDONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1030">1030. PEACE NOT PERMANENT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1031">1031. TRUTH AND ERROR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1032">1032. THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1033">1033. STUDIES TO BE SUPPORTED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1034">1034. WIT PUNISHED, PROSPERS MOST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1035">1035. TWELFTH NIGHT: OR, KING AND QUEEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1036">1036. HIS DESIRE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1037">1037. CAUTION IN COUNSEL.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p1038">1038. MODERATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1039">1039. ADVICE THE BEST ACTOR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1040">1040. CONFORMITY IS COMELY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1041">1041. LAWS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1042">1042. THE MEAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1043">1043. LIKE LOVES HIS LIKE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1044">1044. HIS HOPE OR SHEET ANCHOR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1045">1045. COMFORT IN CALAMITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1046">1046. TWILIGHT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1047">1047. FALSE MOURNING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1048">1048. THE WILL MAKES THE WORK; OR, CONSENT MAKES THE CURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1049">1049. DIET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1050">1050. SMART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1051">1051. THE TINKER'S SONG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1052">1052. HIS COMFORT.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p1053">1053. SINCERITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1054">1054. TO ANTHEA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1055">1055. NOR BUYING OR SELLING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1056">1056. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, M. JO. WICKS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1057">1057. THE MORE MIGHTY, THE MORE MERCIFUL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1058">1058. AFTER AUTUMN, WINTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1059">1059. A GOOD DEATH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1060">1060. RECOMPENSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1061">1061. ON FORTUNE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1062">1062. TO SIR GEORGE PARRY, DOCTOR OF THE CIVIL LAW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1063">1063. CHARMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1064">1064. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1065">1065. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1067">1067. GENTLENESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1068">1068. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND MISTRESS ELIZA WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF AMARYLLIS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1069">1069. TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1070">1070. TO ROSES IN JULIA'S BOSOM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1071">1071. TO THE HONOURED MASTER ENDYMION PORTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1072">1072. SPEAK IN SEASON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1073">1073. OBEDIENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1074">1074. ANOTHER OF THE SAME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1075">1075. OF LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1076">1076. UPON TRAP.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1080">1080. THE SCHOOL OR PEARL OF PUTNEY, THE MISTRESS OF ALL SINGULAR MANNERS, MISTRESS PORTMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1081">1081. TO PERENNA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1082">1082. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1083">1083. ON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1084">1084. ANOTHER ON LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1086">1086. UPON CHUB.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1087">1087. PLEASURES PERNICIOUS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p1088">1088. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1089">1089. TO M. LAURENCE SWETNAHAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1090">1090. HIS COVENANT; OR, PROTESTATION TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1091">1091. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1092">1092. TO THE MOST ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN, M. MICHAEL OULSWORTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1093">1093. TO HIS GIRLS, WHO WOULD HAVE HIM SPORTFUL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1094">1094. TRUTH AND FALSEHOOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1095">1095. HIS LAST REQUEST TO JULIA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1096">1096. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1097">1097. UPON KINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1098">1098. TO HIS GIRLS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1100">1100. TO HIS BROTHER, NICHOLAS HERRICK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1101">1101. THE VOICE AND VIOL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1102">1102. WAR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1103">1103. A KING AND NO KING.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p1104">1104. PLOTS NOT STILL PROSPEROUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1105">1105. FLATTERY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1109">1109. EXCESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1111">1111. THE SOUL IS THE SALT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1117">1117. ABSTINENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1118">1118. NO DANGER TO MEN DESPERATE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1119">1119. SAUCE FOR SORROWS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1120">1120. TO CUPID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1121">1121. DISTRUST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1123">1123. THE MOUNT OF THE MUSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1124">1124. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1125">1125. TO HIS BOOK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1126">1126. THE END OF HIS WORK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1127">1127. TO CROWN IT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.p1128">1128. ON HIMSELF.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.p1129">1129. THE PILLAR OF FAME.</a></li>
+</ul></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.Page_167">HIS NOBLE NUMBERS: OR, HIS PIOUS PIECES.</a><ul>
+<li><a href="#2.n1">1. HIS CONFESSION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n2">2. HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n3">3. TO FIND GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n4">4. WHAT GOD IS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n5">5. UPON GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n6">6. MERCY AND LOVE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n7">7. GOD'S ANGER WITHOUT AFFECTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n8">8. GOD NOT TO BE COMPREHENDED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n9">9. GOD'S PART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n10">10. AFFLICTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n11">11. THREE FATAL SISTERS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n12">12. SILENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n13">13. MIRTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n14">14. LOADING AND UNLOADING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n15">15. GOD'S MERCY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n16">16. PRAYERS MUST HAVE POISE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n17">17. TO GOD: AN ANTHEM SUNG IN THE CHAPEL AT WHITEHALL BEFORE THE KING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n18">18. UPON GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n19">19. CALLING AND CORRECTING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n20">20. NO ESCAPING THE SCOURGING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n21">21. THE ROD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n22">22. GOD HAS A TWOFOLD PART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n23">23. GOD IS ONE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n24">24. PERSECUTIONS PROFITABLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n25">25. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n26">26. WHIPS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n27">27. GOD'S PROVIDENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n28">28. TEMPTATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n29">29. HIS EJACULATION TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n30">30. GOD'S GIFTS NOT SOON GRANTED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n31">31. PERSECUTIONS PURIFY.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n32">32. PARDON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n33">33. AN ODE OF THE BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n34">34. LIP-LABOUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n35">35. THE HEART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n36">36. EARRINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n37">37. SIN SEEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n38">38. UPON TIME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n39">39. HIS PETITION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n40">40. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n41">41. HIS LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n42">42. THANKSGIVING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n43">43. COCK-CROW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n44">44. ALL THINGS RUN WELL FOR THE RIGHTEOUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n45">45. PAIN ENDS IN PLEASURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n46">46. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n47">47. A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS HOUSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n48">48. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n49">49. ANOTHER TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n50">50. NONE TRULY HAPPY HERE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n51">51. TO HIS EVER-LOVING GOD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n52">52. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n53">53. TO DEATH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n54">54. NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n55">55. WELCOME WHAT COMES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n56">56. TO HIS ANGRY GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n57">57. PATIENCE: OR, COMFORTS IN CROSSES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n58">58. ETERNITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n59">59. TO HIS SAVIOUR, A CHILD: A PRESENT BY A CHILD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n60">60. THE NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n61">61. TO GOD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n62">62. GOD AND THE KING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n63">63. GOD'S MIRTH: MAN'S MOURNING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n64">64. HONOURS ARE HINDRANCES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n65">65. THE PARASCEVE, OR PREPARATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n66">66. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n67">67. A WILL TO BE WORKING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n68">68. CHRIST'S PART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n69">69. RICHES AND POVERTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n70">70. SOBRIETY IN SEARCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n71">71. ALMS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n72">72. TO HIS CONSCIENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n73">73. TO HIS SAVIOUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n74">74. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n75">75. HIS DREAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n76">76. GOD'S BOUNTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n77">77. TO HIS SWEET SAVIOUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n78">78. HIS CREED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n79">79. TEMPTATIONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n80">80. THE LAMP.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n81">81. SORROWS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n82">82. PENITENCY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n83">83. THE DIRGE OF JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER: SUNG BY THE VIRGINS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n84">84. TO GOD: ON HIS SICKNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n85">85. SINS LOATHED, AND YET LOVED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n86">86. SIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n87">87. UPON GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n88">88. FAITH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n89">89. HUMILITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n90">90. TEARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n91">91. SIN AND STRIFE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n92">92. AN ODE, OR PSALM TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n93">93. GRACES FOR CHILDREN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n94">94. GOD TO BE FIRST SERVED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n95">95. ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n96">96. A CHRISTMAS CAROL SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n97">97. THE NEW-YEAR'S GIFT: OR, CIRCUMCISION'S SONG. SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n98">98. ANOTHER NEW-YEAR'S GIFT: OR, SONG FOR THE CIRCUMCISION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n99">99. GOD'S PARDON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n100">100. SIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n101">101. EVIL.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n102">102. THE STAR-SONG: A CAROL TO THE KING SUNG AT WHITEHALL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n103">103. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n104">104. TO HIS DEAR GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n105">105. TO GOD: HIS GOOD WILL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n106">106. ON HEAVEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n107">107. THE SUM AND THE SATISFACTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n108">108. GOOD MEN AFFLICTED MOST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n109">109. GOOD CHRISTIANS</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n110">110. THE WILL THE CAUSE OF WOE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n111">111. TO HEAVEN.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n112">112. THE RECOMPENSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n113">113. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n114">114. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n115">115. HIS WISH TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n116">116. SATAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n117">117. HELL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n118">118. THE WAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n119">119. GREAT GRIEF, GREAT GLORY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n120">120. HELL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n121">121. THE BELLMAN.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n122">122. THE GOODNESS OF HIS GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n123">123. THE WIDOWS' TEARS: OR, DIRGE OF DORCAS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n124">124. TO GOD IN TIME OF PLUNDERING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n125">125. TO HIS SAVIOUR. THE NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n126">126. DOOMSDAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n127">127. THE POOR'S PORTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n128">128. THE WHITE ISLAND: OR, PLACE OF THE BLEST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n129">129. TO CHRIST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n130">130. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n131">131. FREE WELCOME.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n132">132. GOD'S GRACE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n133">133. COMING TO CHRIST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n134">134. CORRECTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n135">135. GOD'S BOUNTY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n136">136. KNOWLEDGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n137">137. SALUTATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n138">138. LASCIVIOUSNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n139">139. TEARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n140">140. GOD'S BLESSING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n141">141. GOD, AND LORD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n142">142. THE JUDGMENT-DAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n143">143. ANGELS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n144">144. LONG LIFE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n145">145. TEARS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n146">146. MANNA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n147">147. REVERENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n148">148. MERCY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n149">149. WAGES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n150">150. TEMPTATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n151">151. GOD'S HANDS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n152">152. LABOUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n153">153. MORA SPONSI, THE STAY OF THE BRIDEGROOM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n154">154. ROARING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n155">155. THE EUCHARIST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n156">156. SIN SEVERELY PUNISHED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n157">157. MONTES SCRIPTURARUM: THE MOUNTS OF THE SCRIPTURES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n158">158. PRAYER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n159">159. CHRIST'S SADNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n160">160. GOD HEARS US.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n161">161. GOD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n162">162. CLOUDS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n163">163. COMFORTS IN CONTENTIONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n164">164. HEAVEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n165">165. GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n166">166. HIS POWER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n167">167. CHRIST'S WORDS ON THE CROSS: MY GOD, MY GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n168">168. JEHOVAH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n169">169. CONFUSION OF FACE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n170">170. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n171">171. BEGGARS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n172">172. GOOD AND BAD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n173">173. SIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n174">174. MARTHA, MARTHA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n175">175. YOUTH AND AGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n176">176. GOD'S POWER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n177">177. PARADISE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n178">178. OBSERVATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n179">179. THE ASS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n180">180. OBSERVATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n181">181. TAPERS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n182">182. CHRIST'S BIRTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n183">183. THE VIRGIN MARY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n184">184. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n185">185. GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n186">186. ANOTHER OF GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n187">187. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n188">188. GOD'S PRESENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n189">189. GOD'S DWELLING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n190">190. THE VIRGIN MARY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n191">191. TO GOD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n192">192. UPON WOMAN AND MARY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n193">193. NORTH AND SOUTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n194">194. SABBATHS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n195">195. THE FAST, OR LENT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n196">196. SIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n197">197. GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n198">198. THIS, AND THE NEXT WORLD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n199">199. EASE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n200">200. BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n201">201. TEMPORAL GOODS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n202">202. HELL FIRE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n203">203. ABEL'S BLOOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n204">204. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n205">205. A POSITION IN THE HEBREW DIVINITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n206">206. PENITENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n207">207. GOD'S PRESENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n208">208. THE RESURRECTION POSSIBLE AND PROBABLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n209">209. CHRIST'S SUFFERING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n210">210. SINNERS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n211">211. TEMPTATIONS.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n212">212. PITY AND PUNISHMENT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n213">213. GOD'S PRICE AND MAN'S PRICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n214">214. CHRIST'S ACTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n215">215. PREDESTINATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n216">216. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n217">217. SIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n218">218. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n219">219. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n220">220. PRESCIENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n221">221. CHRIST.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n222">222. CHRIST'S INCARNATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n223">223. HEAVEN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n224">224. GOD'S KEYS</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n225">225. SIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n226">226. ALMS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n227">227. HELL FIRE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n228">228. TO KEEP A TRUE LENT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n229">229. NO TIME IN ETERNITY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n230">230. HIS MEDITATION UPON DEATH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n231">231. CLOTHES FOR CONTINUANCE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n232">232. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n233">233. THE SOUL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n234">234. THE JUDGMENT-DAY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n235">235. SUFFERINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n236">236. PAIN AND PLEASURE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n237">237. GOD'S PRESENCE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n238">238. ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n239">239. THE POOR MAN'S PART.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n240">240. THE RIGHT HAND.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n241">241. THE STAFF AND ROD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n242">242. GOD SPARING IN SCOURGING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n243">243. CONFESSION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n244">244. GOD'S DESCENT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n245">245. NO COMING TO GOD WITHOUT CHRIST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n246">246. ANOTHER TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n247">247. THE RESURRECTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n248">248. CO-HEIRS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n249">249. THE NUMBER OF TWO.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n250">250. HARDENING OF HEARTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n251">251. THE ROSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n252">252. GOD'S TIME MUST END OUR TROUBLE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n253">253. BAPTISM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n254">254. GOLD AND FRANKINCENSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n255">255. TO GOD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n256">256. THE CHEWING THE CUD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n257">257. CHRIST'S TWOFOLD COMING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n258">258. TO GOD, HIS GIFT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n259">259. GOD'S ANGER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n260">260. GOD'S COMMANDS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n261">261. TO GOD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n262">262. TO GOD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n263">263. GOOD FRIDAY: REX TRAGICUS; OR, CHRIST GOING TO HIS CROSS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n264">264. HIS WORDS TO CHRIST GOING TO THE CROSS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n265">265. ANOTHER TO HIS SAVIOUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n266">266. HIS SAVIOUR'S WORDS GOING TO THE CROSS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n267">267. HIS ANTHEM TO CHRIST ON THE CROSS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n268">268.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n269">269. TO HIS SAVIOUR'S SEPULCHRE: HIS DEVOTION.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.n270">270. HIS OFFERING, WITH THE REST, AT THE SEPULCHRE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.n271">271. HIS COMING TO THE SEPULCHRE.</a></li>
+</ul></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.Page_257">POEMS NOT INCLUDED IN <i>HESPERIDES</i>.</a><ul>
+<li><a href="#2.THE_DESCRIPTION_OF_A_WOMAN">THE DESCRIPTION OF A WOMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.MR_HERRICK_HIS_DAUGHTERS_DOWRY">MR. HERRICK: HIS DAUGHTER'S DOWRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.MR_ROBERT_HERRICK_HIS_FAREWELL_UNTO_POETRY">MR. ROBERT HERRICK: HIS FAREWELL UNTO POETRY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.A_CAROL_PRESENTED_TO_DR_WILLIAMS_BISHOP_OF">A CAROL PRESENTED TO DR. WILLIAMS, BISHOP OF LINCOLN AS A NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.SONG_HIS_MISTRESS_TO_HIM_AT_HIS_FAREWELL">SONG. HIS MISTRESS TO HIM AT HIS FAREWELL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.UPON_PARTING">UPON PARTING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.UPON_MASTER_FLETCHERS_INCOMPARABLE_PLAYS">UPON MASTER FLETCHER'S INCOMPARABLE PLAYS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.THE_NEW_CHARON">THE NEW CHARON: UPON THE DEATH OF HENRY, LORD HASTINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.EPITAPH_ON_THE_TOMB_OF_SIR_EDWARD_GILES">EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE IN THE SOUTH AISLE OF DEAN PRIOR CHURCH, DEVON.</a></li>
+
+</ul></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_273">NOTES.</a><ul>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_275">HESPERIDES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_303">NOBLE NUMBERS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_313">NOTES TO ADDITIONAL POEMS.</a></li>
+</ul></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.Page_316">APPENDIX I. HERRICK'S POEMS IN WITTS RECREATIONS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_322">APPENDIX II. HERRICK'S FAIRY POEMS AND THE DESCRIPTION OF THE KING AND QUEENE OF FAYRIES PUBLISHED 1635.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_328">APPENDIX III. POOR ROBIN'S ALMANACK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_331">INDEX TO PERSONS MENTIONED.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_335">INDEX OF FIRST LINES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_373">APPENDIX OF EPIGRAMS, etc.</a><ul>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e5">5. [TO HIS BOOK.] ANOTHER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e6">6. TO THE SOUR READER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e41">41. THE VINE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e64">64. ONCE POOR, STILL PENURIOUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e99">99. UPON BLANCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e109">109. UPON CUFFE. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e110">110. UPON FONE A SCHOOLMASTER. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e126">126. UPON SCOBBLE. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e129">129. UPON GLASCO. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e131">131. THE CUSTARD.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e135">135. UPON GRYLL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e148">148. UPON STRUT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e163">163. UPON JOLLY'S WIFE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e171">171. UPON PAGGET.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e183">183. UPON PRIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e184">184. UPON BATT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e188">188. UPON MUCH-MORE. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e199">199. UPON LUGGS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e200">200. UPON GUBBS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e206">206. UPON BUNCE. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e221">221. GREAT BOAST SMALL ROAST.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e222">222. UPON A BLEAR-EY'D WOMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e233">233. NO LOCK AGAINST LETCHERY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e237">237. UPON SUDDS, A LAUNDRESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e239">239. UPON GUESS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e242">242. UPON A CROOKED MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e261">261. UPON GROYNES. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e272">272. UPON PINK, AN ILL-FAC'D PAINTER. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e273">273. UPON BROCK. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e277">277. LAUGH AND LIE DOWN.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e292">292. UPON SHARK. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e305">305. UPON BUNGY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e311">311. UPON SNEAPE. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e315">315. UPON LEECH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e317">317. TO A MAID.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e326">326. UPON GREEDY. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e357">357. LONG AND LAZY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e358">358. UPON RALPH. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e361">361. UPON MEASE. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e363">363. UPON PASKE, A DRAPER.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e368">368. UPON PRIGG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e369">369. UPON MOON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e372">372. UPON SHIFT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e373">373. UPON CUTS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e374">374. GAIN AND GETTINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e379">379. UPON DOLL. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e380">380. UPON SKREW. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e381">381. UPON LINNET. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e385">385. UPON GLASS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e398">398. UPON EELES. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e400">400. UPON RASP. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e401">401. UPON CENTER, A SPECTACLE-MAKER WITH A FLAT NOSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e410">410. UPON SKINNS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e411">411. UPON PIEVISH. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e412">412. UPON JOLLY AND JILLY. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e419">419. UPON PATRICK, A FOOTMAN. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e420">420. UPON BRIDGET. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e424">424. UPON FLIMSEY. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e425">425. UPON SHEWBREAD. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e428">428. UPON ROOTS. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e429">429. UPON CRAW.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e430">430. OBSERVATION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e433">433. PUTREFACTION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e434">434. PASSION.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e435">435. JACK AND JILL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e436">436. UPON PARSON BEANES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e438">438. SHORT AND LONG BOTH LIKES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e440">440. UPON ROOK. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e456">456. UPON SPUNGE. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e464">464. UPON ONE WHO SAID SHE WAS ALWAYS YOUNG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e465">465. UPON HUNCKS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e476">476. UPON A CHEAP LAUNDRESS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e482">482. UPON SKURF.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e500">500. UPON JACK AND JILL. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e503">503. UPON PARRAT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e514">514. KISSING AND BUSSING.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e520">520. UPON MAGGOT, A FREQUENTER OF ORDINARIES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e533">533. ON JOAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e534">534. UPON LETCHER. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e535">535. UPON DUNDRIGE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e553">553. WAY IN A CROWD.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e557">557. UPON ONE-EY'D BROOMSTED. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e563">563. UPON SIBILLA.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e570">570. UPON TOOLY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e573">573. UPON BLANCH. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e574">574. UPON UMBER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e579">579. UPON URLES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e580">580. UPON FRANCK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e590">590. UPON A FREE MAID, WITH A FOUL BREATH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e591">591. UPON COONE. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e596">596. UPON SPALT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e597">597. OF HORNE, A COMBMAKER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e600">600. UPON A SOUR-BREATH LADY. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e612">612. UPON COCK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e632">632. UPON BRAN. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e633">633. UPON SNARE, AN USURER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e634">634. UPON GRUDGINGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e638">638. UPON GANDER. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e639">639. UPON LUNGS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e650">650. UPON COB. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e652">652. UPON SKOLES. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e661">661. UPON JONE AND JANE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e668">668. UPON ZELOT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e670">670. UPON MADAM URSLY. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e705">705. UPON TRIGG. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e706">706. UPON SMEATON.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e714">714. LAXARE FIBULAM.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e730">730. UPON FRANCK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e733">733. UPON PAUL. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e734">734. UPON SIBB. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e755">755. UPON SLOUCH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e797">797. UPON BICE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e798">798. UPON TRENCHERMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e801">801. UPON COMELY, A GOOD SPEAKER BUT AN ILL SINGER. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e802">802. ANY WAY FOR WEALTH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e803">803. UPON AN OLD WOMAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e804">804. UPON PEARCH. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e818">818. UPON LOACH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e824">824. UPON NODES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e831">831. UPON TAP.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e834">834. UPON PUNCHIN. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e836">836. UPON BLINKS. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e837">837. UPON ADAM PEAPES. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e844">844. HANCH, A SCHOOLMASTER. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e845">845. UPON PEASON. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e880">880. KISSES LOATHSOME.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e881">881. UPON REAPE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e882">882. UPON TEAGE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e884">884. UPON TRUGGIN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e886">886. UPON SPENKE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e888">888. UPON LULLS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e897">897. SURFEITS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e898">898. UPON NIS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e905">905. UPON PRICKLES. EPIG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e945">945. UPON BLISSE.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e946">946. UPON BURR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e947">947. UPON MEG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e961">961. UPON RALPH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e966">966. UPON VINEGAR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e967">967. UPON MUDGE.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e971">971. UPON LUPES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e972">972. RAGS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e974">974. UPON TUBBS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e984">984. UPON SPOKES.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e988">988. UPON FAUNUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e989">989. THE QUINTELL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e999">999. UPON PENNY.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1013">1013. UPON BUGGINS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1027">1027. UPON BOREMAN. EPIG.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e1068">1068. UPON GORGONIUS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1079">1079. UPON GRUBS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1080">1080. UPON DOLL.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1081">1081. UPON HOG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1087">1087. UPON GUT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1101">1101. UPON SPUR.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1108">1108. UPON RUMP.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1109">1109. UPON SHOPTER.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1110">1110. UPON DEB.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#2.e1112">1112. UPON CROOT.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1114">1114. UPON FLOOD OR A THANKFUL MAN.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1115">1115. UPON PIMP.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1116">1116. UPON LUSK.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1117">1117. FOOLISHNESS.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1118">1118. UPON RUSH.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.e1124">1124. THE HAG.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_411">NOTES TO APPENDIX.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#2.Page_415">INDEX OF FIRST LINES.</a></li>
+
+
+</ul></li>
+</ul>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="trans2"><p class="ooh">Transcriber's Note</p>
+
+<p><b>Numeration Errors in the Hesperides:</b></p>
+
+<p>Errors in the numbering system, despite the corrections mentioned in
+the <a href="#1.NOTE_TO_SECOND_EDITION">NOTE TO SECOND EDITION</a>, still exist in the original text. A clear example
+is shown by <i><a href="#1.p569">569. UPON ELECTRA'S TEARS</a></i> ending Vol. I, whilst Vol. II
+begins with <i><a href="#2.p569">569. A HYMN TO THE GRACES</a></i>. When the poems within the
+<a href="#2.Page_373">APPENDIX OF EPIGRAMS</a> are considered, more errors in the numeration
+system become apparent. For an explanation of how these discrepancies have been handled see the Transcriber's Endnotes in <a href="#1.Transcribers_Endnotes">Vol. I</a> and <a href="#2.Transcribers_Endnotes">Vol. II</a>.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="volume01"></a><big>ROBERT HERRICK</big></h2>
+
+<h2><small>THE HESPERIDES &amp; NOBLE<br />
+NUMBERS: EDITED BY<br />
+ALFRED POLLARD<br />
+WITH A PREFACE BY<br />
+A. C. SWINBURNE</small></h2>
+
+<p class="head2"><span class="smcap">Vol. I.</span></p>
+
+<p class="head2"><i>REVISED EDITION</i></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 152px; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em;">
+<img src="images/002.png" width="152" height="150" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="width:70%;" summary="">
+<tr><td align='center'>LONDON:<br />
+<b>LAWRENCE &amp; BULLEN, Ltd.,</b><br />
+<span class="smcap">16 Henrietta Street, W.C.</span><br />
+1898.</td>
+<td align='center'>NEW YORK:<br />
+<b>LAWRENCE &amp; BULLEN, Ltd.,</b><br />
+<span class="smcap">153-157 Fifth Avenue</span><br />
+1898.</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="trans2">
+
+<p class="ooh">Transcriber's Note</p>
+
+
+
+<p>Original spelling and punctuation has been retained.
+<br /><br />
+All Greek words have mouse-hover transliterations, <span title="Kymata kak&ocirc;n">&#922;&#8059;&#956;&#945;&#964;&#945; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#957;</span>, and appear as printed in the original volume.
+<br /><br />
+Obvious typesetting errors have been corrected without note, however
+additional corrections have been recorded in the <a href="#1.Transcribers_Endnotes">Transcriber's
+Endnotes</a> at the end of the text.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="1.EDITORS_NOTE"></a>EDITOR'S NOTE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In this edition of Herrick quotation is for the first time facilitated
+by the poems being numbered according to their order in the original
+edition. This numbering has rendered it possible to print those
+Epigrams, which successive editors have joined in deploring, in a
+detachable Appendix, their place in the original being indicated by the
+numeration. It remains to be added that the footnotes in this edition
+are intended to explain, as unobtrusively as possible, difficulties of
+phrase or allusion which might conceivably hinder the understanding of
+Herrick's meaning. In the longer Notes at the end of each volume earlier
+versions of some important poems are printed from manuscripts at the
+British Museum, and an endeavour has been made to extend the list of
+Herrick's debts to classical sources, and to identify some of his
+friends who have hitherto escaped research. An editor is always apt to
+mention his predecessors rather for blame than praise, and I therefore
+take this opportunity of acknowledging my general indebtedness to the
+pioneer work of Mr. Hazlitt and Dr. Grosart, upon whose foundations all
+editors of Herrick must necessarily build.</p>
+
+<p class="author">ALFRED W. POLLARD.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg ix]</span></p>
+<h2><a name="1.PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>It is singular that the first great age of English lyric poetry should
+have been also the one great age of English dramatic poetry: but it is
+hardly less singular that the lyric school should have advanced as
+steadily as the dramatic school declined from the promise of its dawn.
+Born with Marlowe, it rose at once with Shakespeare to heights
+inaccessible before and since and for ever, to sink through bright
+gradations of glorious decline to its final and beautiful sunset in
+Shirley: but the lyrical record that begins with the author of "Euphues"
+and "Endymion" grows fuller if not brighter through a whole chain of
+constellations till it culminates in the crowning star of Herrick.
+Shakespeare's last song, the exquisite and magnificent overture to "The
+Two Noble Kinsmen," is hardly so limpid in its flow, so liquid in its
+melody, as the two great songs in "Valentinian": but Herrick, our last
+poet of that incomparable age or generation, has<span class='pagenum'>[Pg x]</span> matched them again and
+again. As a creative and inventive singer, he surpasses all his rivals
+in quantity of good work; in quality of spontaneous instinct and
+melodious inspiration he reminds us, by frequent and flawless evidence,
+who above all others must beyond all doubt have been his first master
+and his first model in lyric poetry&mdash;the author of "The Passionate
+Shepherd to his Love".</p>
+
+<p>The last of his line, he is and will probably be always the first in
+rank and station of English song-writers. We have only to remember how
+rare it is to find a perfect song, good to read and good to sing,
+combining the merits of Coleridge and Shelley with the capabilities of
+Tommy Moore and Haynes Bayly, to appreciate the unique and
+unapproachable excellence of Herrick. The lyrist who wished to be a
+butterfly, the lyrist who fled or flew to a lone vale at the hour
+(whatever hour it may be) "when stars are weeping," have left behind
+them such stuff as may be sung, but certainly cannot be read and endured
+by any one with an ear for verse. The author of the Ode on France and
+the author of the Ode to the West Wind have left us hardly more than a
+song a-piece which has been found fit for setting to music: and, lovely
+as they are, the fame of their authors does not mainly depend<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xi]</span> on the
+song of Glycine or the song of which Leigh Hunt so justly and so
+critically said that Beaumont and Fletcher never wrote anything of the
+kind more lovely. Herrick, of course, lives simply by virtue of his
+songs; his more ambitious or pretentious lyrics are merely magnified and
+prolonged and elaborated songs. Elegy or litany, epicede or
+epithalamium, his work is always a song-writer's; nothing more, but
+nothing less, than the work of the greatest song-writer&mdash;as surely as
+Shakespeare is the greatest dramatist&mdash;ever born of English race. The
+apparent or external variety of his versification is, I should suppose,
+incomparable; but by some happy tact or instinct he was too naturally
+unambitious to attempt, like Jonson, a flight in the wake of Pindar. He
+knew what he could not do: a rare and invaluable gift. Born a blackbird
+or a thrush, he did not take himself (or try) to be a nightingale.</p>
+
+<p>It has often been objected that he did mistake himself for a sacred
+poet: and it cannot be denied that his sacred verse at its worst is as
+offensive as his secular verse at its worst; nor can it be denied that
+no severer sentence of condemnation can be passed upon any poet's work.
+But neither Herbert nor Crashaw could have bettered such a divinely
+beautiful triplet as this:<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xii]</span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We see Him come, and know Him ours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who with His sunshine and His showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turns all the patient ground to flowers".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>That is worthy of Miss Rossetti herself: and praise of such work can go
+no higher.</p>
+
+<p>But even such exquisite touches or tones of colour may be too often
+repeated in fainter shades or more glaring notes of assiduous and facile
+reiteration. The sturdy student who tackles his Herrick as a schoolboy
+is expected to tackle his Horace, in a spirit of pertinacious and stolid
+straightforwardness, will probably find himself before long so nauseated
+by the incessant inhalation of spices and flowers, condiments and
+kisses, that if a musk-rat had run over the page it could hardly be less
+endurable to the physical than it is to the spiritual stomach. The
+fantastic and the brutal blemishes which deform and deface the
+loveliness of his incomparable genius are hardly so damaging to his fame
+as his general monotony of matter and of manner. It was doubtless in
+order to relieve this saccharine and "mellisonant" monotony that he
+thought fit to intersperse these interminable droppings of natural or
+artificial perfume with others of the rankest and most intolerable
+odour: but a diet of alternate sweetmeats and emetics is for the average
+of eaters and drinkers no less unpalatable than<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xiii]</span> unwholesome. It is
+useless and thankless to enlarge on such faults or such defects, as it
+would be useless and senseless to ignore. But how to enlarge, to
+expatiate, to insist on the charm of Herrick at his best&mdash;a charm so
+incomparable and so inimitable that even English poetry can boast of
+nothing quite like it or worthy to be named after it&mdash;the most
+appreciative reader will be the slowest to affirm or imagine that he can
+conjecture. This, however, he will hardly fail to remark: that Herrick,
+like most if not all other lyric poets, is not best known by his best
+work. If we may judge by frequency of quotation or of reference, the
+ballad of the ride from Ghent to Aix is a far more popular, more
+generally admired and accredited specimen of Mr. Browning's work than
+"The Last Ride Together"&mdash;and "The Lost Leader" than "The Lost
+Mistress". Yet the superiority of the less-popular poem is in either
+case beyond all question or comparison: in depth and in glow of spirit
+and of harmony, in truth and charm of thought and word, undeniable and
+indescribable. No two men of genius were ever more unlike than the
+authors of "Paracelsus" and "Hesperides": and yet it is as true of
+Herrick as of Browning that his best is not always his best-known work.
+Everyone knows the song, "Gather ye rosebuds while ye<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xiv]</span> may"; few, I
+fear, by comparison, know the yet sweeter and better song, "Ye have been
+fresh and green". The general monotony of style and motive which
+fatigues and irritates his too-persevering reader is here and there
+relieved by a change of key which anticipates the note of a later and
+very different lyric school. The brilliant simplicity and pointed grace
+of the three stanzas to &#338;none ("What conscience, say, is it in thee")
+recall the lyrists of the Restoration in their cleanlier and happier
+mood. And in the very fine epigram headed by the words "Devotion makes
+the Deity" he has expressed for once a really high and deep thought in
+words of really noble and severe propriety. His "Mad Maid's Song,"
+again, can only be compared with Blake's; which has more of passionate
+imagination, if less of pathetic sincerity.</p>
+
+<p class="author">A. C. SWINBURNE.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg xv]</span></p>
+<h2><a name="1.LIFE_OF_HERRICK"></a>LIFE OF HERRICK.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Of the lives of many poets we know too much; of some few too little.
+Lovers of Herrick are almost ideally fortunate. Just such a bare outline
+of his life has come down to us as is sufficient to explain the
+allusions in his poems, and, on the other hand, there is no temptation
+to substitute chatter about his relations with Julia and Dianeme for
+enjoyment of his delightful verse. The recital of the bare outline need
+detain us but a few minutes: only the least imaginative of readers will
+have any difficulty in filling it in from the poems themselves.</p>
+
+<p>From early in the fourteenth century onwards we hear of the family of
+Eyrick or Herrick at Stretton, in Leicestershire. At the beginning of
+the sixteenth century we find a branch of it settled in Leicester
+itself, where John Eyrick, the poet's grandfather, was admitted a
+freeman in 1535, and afterwards acted as Mayor. This John's second son,
+Nicholas, migrated to<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xvi]</span> London, became a goldsmith in Wood Street,
+Cheapside, and, according to a licence issued by the Bishop of London,
+December 8, 1582, married Julian, daughter of William Stone, sister of
+Anne, wife of Sir Stephen Soame, Lord Mayor of London in 1598. The
+marriage was not unfruitful. A William<a name="1.FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> Herrick was baptized at St.
+Vedast's, Foster Lane, November 24, 1585; Martha, January 22, 1586;
+Mercy, December 22, 1586; Thomas, May 7, 1588; Nicholas, April 22, 1589;
+Anne, July 26, 1590; and Robert himself, August 24, 1591.</p>
+
+<p>Fifteen months after the poet's birth, on November 7, 1592, Nicholas
+Herrick made his will, estimating his property as worth &pound;3000, and
+devising it, as to one-third to his wife, and as to the other two-thirds
+to his children in equal shares. In the will he described himself as "of
+perfect memorye in sowle, but sicke in bodye". Two days after its
+execution he was buried, having died, not from disease, but from a fall
+from an upper window. His death had so much the appearance of
+self-destruction that &pound;220 had to be paid to the High Almoner, Dr.
+Fletcher, Bishop<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xvii]</span> of Bristol, in satisfaction of his official claim to
+the goods and chattels of suicides. Herrick's biographers have not
+failed to vituperate the Bishop for his avarice, but dues allowed by law
+are hardly to be abandoned because a baby of fifteen months is destined
+to become a brilliant poet, and no other exceptional circumstances are
+alleged. The estate of Nicholas Herrick could the better afford the fine
+inasmuch as it realized &pound;2000 more than was expected.</p>
+
+<p>By the will Robert and William Herrick were appointed "overseers," or
+trustees for the children. The former was the poet's godfather, and in
+his will of 1617 left him &pound;5. To William Herrick, then recently knighted
+for his services as goldsmith, jeweller, and moneylender to James I.,
+the young Robert was apprenticed for ten years, September 25, 1607. An
+allusion to "beloved Westminster," in his <i>Tears to Thamesis</i>, has been
+taken to refer to Westminster school, and alleged as proof that he was
+educated there. Dr. Grosart even presses the mention of Richmond,
+Kingston, and Hampton Court to support a conjecture that Herrick may
+have travelled up and down to school from Hampton. If so, one wonders
+what his headmaster had to say to the "soft-smooth virgins, for our
+chaste disport"<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xviii]</span> by whom he was accompanied. But the references in the
+poem are surely to his courtier-life in London, and after his father's
+death the apprenticeship to his uncle in 1607 is the first fact in his
+life of which we can be sure.</p>
+
+<p>In 1607, Herrick was fifteen, and, even if we conjecture that he may
+have been allowed to remain at school some little time after his
+apprenticeship nominally began, he must have served his uncle for five
+or six years. Sir William had himself been bound apprentice in a similar
+way to the poet's father, and we have no evidence that he exacted any
+premium. At any rate, when in 1614, his nephew, then of age, desired to
+leave the business and go to Cambridge, the ten years' apprenticeship
+did not stand in his way, and he entered as a Fellow Commoner at St.
+John's. His uncle plainly still managed his affairs, for an amusing
+series of fourteen letters has been preserved at Beaumanor, until lately
+the seat of Sir William's descendants, in which the poet asks sometimes
+for payment of a quarterly stipend of &pound;10, sometimes for a formal loan,
+sometimes for the help of his avuncular Mæcenas. It seems a fair
+inference from this variety of requests that, since Herrick's share of
+his father's property could<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xix]</span> hardly have yielded a yearly income of &pound;40,
+he was allowed to draw on his capital for this sum, but that his uncle
+and Lady Herrick occasionally made him small presents, which may account
+for his tone of dependence.</p>
+
+<p>The quarterly stipend was paid through various booksellers, but
+irregularly, so that the poor poet was frequently reduced to great
+straits, though &pound;40 a-year (&pound;200 of our money) was no bad allowance.
+After two years he migrated from St. John's to Trinity Hall, to study
+law and curtail his expenses. He took his Bachelor's degree from there
+in January, 1617, and his Master's in 1620. The fourteen letters show
+that he had prepared himself for University life by cultivating a very
+florid prose style which frequently runs into decasyllabics, perhaps a
+result of a study of the dramatists. Sir William Herrick is sometimes
+addressed in them as his most "careful" uncle, but at the time of his
+migration the poet speaks of his "ebbing estate," and as late as 1629 he
+was still &pound;10 16s. 9d. in debt to the College Steward. We can thus
+hardly imagine that he was possessed of any considerable private income
+when he returned to London, to live practically on his wits, and a study
+of his poems suggests that, the influence of the careful uncle removed,
+whatever capital he possessed was soon likely<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xx]</span> to vanish.<a name="1.FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> His verses
+to the Earl of Pembroke, to Endymion Porter and to others, show that he
+was glad of "pay" as well as "praise," but the system of patronage
+brought no discredit with it, and though the absence of any poetical
+mention of his uncle suggests that the rich goldsmith was not
+well-pleased with his nephew, with the rest of his well-to-do relations
+Herrick seems to have remained on excellent terms.</p>
+
+<p>Besides patrons, such as Pembroke, Westmoreland, Newark, Buckingham,
+Herrick had less distinguished friends at Court, Edward Norgate, Jack
+Crofts and others. He composed the words for two New Year anthems which
+were set to music by Henry Lawes, and he was probably personally known
+both to the King and Queen. Outside the Court he reckoned himself one of
+Ben Jonson's disciples, "Sons of Ben" as they were called, had friends
+at the Inns of Court, knew the organist of Westminster Abbey and his
+pretty daughters, and had every temptation to live an amusing and
+expensive life. His poems were handed about in manuscript after the
+fashion<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xxi]</span> of the time, and wherever music and poetry were loved he was
+sure to be a welcome guest.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Hazlitt's conjecture that Herrick at this time may have held some
+small post in the Chapel at Whitehall is not unreasonable, but at what
+date he took Holy Orders is not known. In 1627 he obtained the post of
+chaplain to the unlucky expedition to the Isle of Rh&eacute;, and two years
+later (September 30, 1629) he was presented by the King to the Vicarage
+of Dean Prior, in Devonshire, which the promotion of its previous
+incumbent, Dr. Potter, to the Bishopric of Carlisle, had left in the
+royal gift. The annual value of the living was only &pound;50 (&pound;250 present
+value), no great prize, but the poem entitled <i>Mr. Robert Hericke: his
+farwell unto Poetrie</i> (not printed in <i>Hesperides</i>, but extant in more
+than one manuscript version) shows that the poet was not unaware of the
+responsibilities of his profession. "But unto me," he says to his Muse:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But unto me be only hoarse, since now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Heaven and my soul bear record of my vow)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I my desires screw from thee and direct<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them and my thoughts to that sublime respect<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And conscience unto priesthood. 'Tis not need<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(The scarecrow unto mankind) that doth breed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wiser conclusions in me, since I know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've more to bear my charge than way to go;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'>[Pg xxii]</span>
+<span class="i0">Or had I not, I'd stop the spreading itch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of craving more: so in conceit be rich;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'tis the God of nature who intends<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shapes my function for more glorious ends."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Perhaps it was at this time too that Herrick wrote his <i>Farewell to
+Sack</i>, and although he returned both to sack and to poetry we should be
+wrong in imagining him as a "blind mouth," using his office merely as a
+means of gain. He celebrated the births of Charles II and his brother in
+verse, perhaps with an eye to future royal favours, but no more than
+Chaucer's good parson does he seem to have "run to London unto Seynte
+Poules" in search of the seventeenth century equivalent for a chauntry,
+and many of his poems show him living the life of a contented country
+clergyman, sharing the contents of bin and cruse with his poor
+parishioners, and jotting down sermon-notes in verse.</p>
+
+<p>The great majority of Herrick's poems cannot be dated, and it is idle to
+enquire which were written before his ordination and which afterwards.
+His conception of religion was medieval in its sensuousness, and he
+probably repeated the stages of sin, repentance and renewed assurance
+with some facility. He lived with an old servant, Prudence Baldwin, the
+"Prew" of many of his poems; kept a spaniel named Tracy, and, so says
+tradition, a tame pig.<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xxiii]</span> When his parishioners annoyed him he seems to
+have comforted himself with epigrams on them; when they slumbered during
+one of his sermons the manuscript was suddenly hurled at them with a
+curse for their inattention.</p>
+
+<p>In the same year that Herrick was appointed to his country vicarage his
+mother died while living with her daughter, Mercy, the poet's dearest
+sister (see <a href="#2.p818">818</a>), then for some time married to John Wingfield of
+Brantham in Suffolk (see <a href="#2.p590">590</a>), by whom she had three sons and a
+daughter, also called Mercy. His eldest brother, Thomas, had been placed
+with a Mr. Massam, a merchant, but as early as 1610 had retired to live
+a country life in Leicestershire (see <a href="#1.p106">106</a>). He appears to have married a
+wife named Elizabeth, whose loss Herrick laments (see <a href="#1.p72">72</a>). Nicholas, the
+next brother was more adventurous. He had become a merchant trading to
+the Levant, and in this capacity had visited the Holy Land (see <a href="#2.p1100">1100</a>).
+To his wife Susanna, daughter of William Salter, Herrick addresses two
+poems (<a href="#1.p522">522</a> and <a href="#2.p977">977</a>). There were three sons and four daughters in this
+family, and Herrick wrote a poem to one of the daughters, Bridget (<a href="#1.p562">562</a>),
+and an elegy on another, Elizabeth (<a href="#1.p376">376</a>). When Mrs. Herrick died the
+bulk of her property was left to the Wingfields, but William Herrick
+received a<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xxiv]</span> legacy of &pound;100, with ten pounds apiece to his two children,
+and a ring of twenty shillings to his wife. Nicholas and Robert were
+only left twenty-shilling rings, and the administration of the will was
+entrusted to William Herrick and the Wingfields. The will may have been
+the result of a family arrangement, and we have no reason to believe
+that the unequal division gave rise to any ill-feeling. Herrick's
+address to "his dying brother, Master William Herrick" (<a href="#1.p186">186</a>), shows
+abundant affection, and there is every reason to believe that it was
+addressed to the William who administered to Mrs. Herrick's will.</p>
+
+<p>While little nephews and nieces were springing up around him, Herrick
+remained unmarried, and frequently congratulates himself on his freedom
+from the yoke matrimonial. He imagined how he would bid farewell to his
+wife, if he had one (<a href="#1.p465">465</a>), and wrote magnificent epithalamia for his
+friends, but lived and died a bachelor. When first civil troubles and
+then civil war cast a shadow over the land, it is not very easy to say
+how he viewed the contending parties. He was devoted to Charles and
+Henrietta Maria and the young Prince of Wales, and rejoiced at every
+Royalist success. Many also of his poems breathe the spirit of
+unquestioning loyalty, but in others he is less<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xxv]</span> certain of kingly
+wisdom. Something, however, must be allowed for his evident habit of
+versifying any phrase or epigram which impressed him, and not all his
+poems need be regarded as expressions of his personal opinions. But with
+whatever doubts his loyalty was qualified, it was sufficiently obvious
+to procure his ejection from his living in 1648; and, making the best of
+his loss, he bade farewell to Dean Prior, shook the dust of "loathed
+Devonshire" off his feet, and returned gaily to London, where he appears
+to have discarded his clerical habit and to have been made abundantly
+welcome by his friends.</p>
+
+<p>Free from the cares of his incumbency, and free also from the restraints
+it imposed, Herrick's thoughts turned to the publication of his poems.
+As we have said, in his old Court-days these had found some circulation
+in manuscript, and in 1635 one of his fairy poems was printed, probably
+without his leave (see <a href="#2.Page_322">Appendix</a>). In 1639 his poem (<a href="#2.p575">575</a>) <i>The Apparition
+of his Mistress calling him to Elysium</i> was licensed at Stationers' Hall
+under the title of <i>His Mistress' Shade</i>, and it was included the next
+year in an edition of Shakespeare's Poems (see <a href="#2.n575ii">Notes</a>). On April 29,
+1640, "The severall poems written by Master Robert Herrick," were
+entered as to be<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xxvi]</span> published by Andrew Crook, but no trace of such a
+volume has been discovered, and it was only in 1648 that <i>Hesperides</i> at
+length appeared. Two years later upwards of eighty of the poems in it
+were printed in the 1650 edition of <i>Witt's Recreations</i>, but a small
+number of these show considerable variations from the <i>Hesperides</i>
+versions, and it is probable that they were printed from the poet's
+manuscript. Compilers of other miscellanies and song books laid Herrick
+under contribution, but, with the one exception of his contribution to
+the <i>Lacrymæ Musarum</i> in 1649, no fresh production of his pen has been
+preserved, and we know nothing further of his life save that he returned
+to Dean Prior after the Restoration (August 24, 1662), and that
+according to the parish register "Robert Herrick, Vicker, was buried
+y<sup>e</sup> 15th day October, 1674."</p>
+
+<p class="author">ALFRED W. POLLARD</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="1.NOTE_TO_SECOND_EDITION"></a>NOTE TO SECOND EDITION.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In this edition some trifling errors, which had crept into the text and
+the numeration of the poems, have been corrected, and many fresh
+illustrations of Herrick's reading added in the notes, which have
+elsewhere been slightly compressed to make room for them. Almost all of
+the new notes have been supplied from the manuscript collections of a
+veteran student of Herrick who placed himself in correspondence with me
+after the publication of my first edition. To my great regret I am not
+allowed to make my acknowledgments to him by name.</p>
+
+<p class="author">A. W. P.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 353px;"><a name="1.fac1"></a>
+<img src="images/0026.png" width="353" height="600" alt="" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><small><small>TO THE</small></small><br /><br />
+Most Illustrious and Most Hopeful<br />
+Prince.<br /><br />
+<big>CHARLES,</big><br /><br />
+<small><small><span class="smcap">PRINCE OF WALES</span></small></small>.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well may my book come forth like public day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When such a light as you are leads the way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who are my work's creator, and alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flame of it, and the expansion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look how all those heavenly lamps acquire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Light from the sun, that inexhausted fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So all my morn and evening stars from you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have their existence, and their influence too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full is my book of glories; but all these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By you become immortal substances.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="1.HESPERIDES"></a>HESPERIDES.</h2>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p1"></a>1. THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of April, May, of June and July-flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I write of youth, of love, and have access<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By these to sing of cleanly wantonness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of balm, of oil, of spice and ambergris;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How roses first came red and lilies white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Hock-cart</i>, the last cart from the harvest-field.<br />
+
+<i>Wakes</i>, village festivals, properly on the dedication-day of a
+church.<br />
+
+<i>Ambergris</i>, 'grey amber,' much used in perfumery.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="1.p2"></a>2. TO HIS MUSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far safer 'twere to stay at home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where thou mayst sit and piping please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The poor and private cottages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since cotes and hamlets best agree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With this thy meaner minstrelsy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There with the reed thou mayst express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shepherd's fleecy happiness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with thy eclogues intermix<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some smooth and harmless bucolics.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There on a hillock thou mayst sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto a handsome shepherdling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or to a girl, that keeps the neat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With breath more sweet than violet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There, there, perhaps, such lines as these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May take the simple villages;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for the court, the country wit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is despicable unto it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stay, then, at home, and do not go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or fly abroad to seek for woe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Contempts in courts and cities dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No critic haunts the poor man's cell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where thou mayst hear thine own lines read<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By no one tongue there censured.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That man's unwise will search for ill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And may prevent it, sitting still.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="1.p3"></a>3. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While thou didst keep thy candour undefil'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dearly I lov'd thee as my first-born child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when I saw thee wantonly to roam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From house to house, and never stay at home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I brake my bonds of love, and bade thee go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Regardless whether well thou sped'st or no.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On with thy fortunes then, whate'er they be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If good, I'll smile; if bad, I'll sigh for thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p4"></a>4. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To read my book the virgin shy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May blush while Brutus standeth by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when he's gone, read through what's writ,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never stain a cheek for it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Brutus</i>, see Martial, xi. 16, quoted in <a href="#1.n4i">Note</a> at the end of the
+volume.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p7"></a>7. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come thou not near those men who are like bread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er-leaven'd, or like cheese o'er-renneted.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p8"></a>8. WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The holy incantation of a verse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when that men have both well drunk and fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let my enchantments then be sung or read.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">When laurel spirts i'th' fire, and when the hearth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smiles to itself, and gilds the roof with mirth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When up the thyrse<a name="1.FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a> is rais'd, and when the sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sacred orgies<a name="1.FNanchor_D_4"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_D_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</a> flies, a round, a round.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the rose reigns, and locks with ointments shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let rigid Cato read these lines of mine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Round</i>, a rustic dance.<br />
+
+<i>Cato</i>, see Martial, x. 17, quoted in <a href="#1.n8i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p9"></a>9. UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye roses almost withered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now strength and newer purple get,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each here declining violet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O primroses! let this day be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A resurrection unto ye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to all flowers ally'd in blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For health on Julia's cheek hath shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Claret and cream commingled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And those her lips do now appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As beams of coral, but more clear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Beams</i>, perhaps here = branches: but cp. <a href="#1.p440">440</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p10"></a>10. TO SILVIA TO WED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And loving lie in one devoted bed.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post-haste;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No sound calls back the year that once is past.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>True love, we know, precipitates delay.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No man at one time can be wise and love.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p11"></a>11. THE PARLIAMENT OF ROSES TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I dreamt the roses one time went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet and sit in parliament;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The place for these, and for the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of flowers, was thy spotless breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the which a state was drawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of tiffanie or cobweb lawn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then in that parly all those powers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Voted the rose the queen of flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But so as that herself should be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maid of honour unto thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>State</i>, a canopy.<br />
+
+<i>Tiffanie</i>, gauze.<br />
+
+<i>Parly</i>, a parliament.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p12"></a>12. NO BASHFULNESS IN BEGGING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Who fears to ask doth teach to be deny'd.</i><br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p13"></a>13. THE FROZEN HEART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I freeze, I freeze, and nothing dwells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In me but snow and icicles.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For pity's sake, give your advice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To melt this snow and thaw this ice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll drink down flames; but if so be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing but love can supple me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll rather keep this frost and snow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to be thaw'd or heated so.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p14"></a>14. TO PERILLA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me, day by day, to steal away from thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Age calls me hence, and my grey hairs bid come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And haste away to mine eternal home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twill not be long, Perilla, after this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I must give thee the supremest kiss.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead when I am, first cast in salt, and bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part of the cream from that religious spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which, Perilla, wash my hands and feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, then wind me in that very sheet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which wrapt thy smooth limbs when thou didst implore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gods' protection but the night before.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Follow me weeping to my turf, and there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let fall a primrose, and with it a tear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, lastly, let some weekly-strewings be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devoted to the memory of me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still in the cool and silent shades of sleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Weekly strewings</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, of flowers on his grave.<br />
+
+<i>First cast in salt</i>, cp. <a href="#2.p769">769</a>.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="1.p15"></a>15. A SONG TO THE MASKERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come down and dance ye in the toil<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of pleasures to a heat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if to moisture, let the oil<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of roses be your sweat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not only to yourselves assume<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These sweets, but let them fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From this to that, and so perfume<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en all the standers by;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As goddess Isis, when she went<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or glided through the street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made all that touched her, with her scent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And whom she touched, turn sweet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p16"></a>16. TO PERENNA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In any one the least indecency;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But every line and limb diffused thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fair and unfamiliar excellence:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that the more I look the more I prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's still more cause why I the more should love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Indecency</i>, uncomeliness.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p17"></a>17. TREASON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The seeds of treason choke up as they spring:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He acts the crime that gives it cherishing</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p18"></a>18. TWO THINGS ODIOUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two of a thousand things are disallow'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lying rich man, and a poor man proud.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p19"></a>19. TO HIS MISTRESSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Help me! help me! now I call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my pretty witchcrafts all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old I am, and cannot do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I was accustomed to.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring your magics, spells, and charms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To enflesh my thighs and arms.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is there no way to beget<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In my limbs their former heat?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&AElig;son had, as poets feign,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baths that made him young again:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Find that medicine, if you can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For your dry decrepit man<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who would fain his strength renew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were it but to pleasure you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>&AElig;son</i>, rejuvenated by Medea; see Ovid, Met. vii.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p20"></a>20. THE WOUNDED HEART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come bring your sampler, and with art<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Draw in't a wounded heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And dropping here and there:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not that I think that any dart<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Can make yours bleed a tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or pierce it anywhere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet do it to this end: that I<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">May by<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
+<span class="i8">This secret see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Though you can make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That heart to bleed, yours ne'er will ache<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">For me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p21"></a>21. NO LOATHSOMENESS IN LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What I fancy I approve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No dislike there is in love</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be my mistress short or tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And distorted therewithal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be she likewise one of those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That an acre hath of nose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be her forehead and her eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full of incongruities:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be her cheeks so shallow too<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to show her tongue wag through;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be her lips ill hung or set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her grinders black as jet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has she thin hair, hath she none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's to me a paragon.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p22"></a>22. TO ANTHEA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To live some few sad hours after thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy sacred corse with odours I will burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with my laurel crown thy golden urn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then holding up there such religious things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As were, time past, thy holy filletings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near to thy reverend pitcher I will fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down dead for grief, and end my woes withal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So three in one small plat of ground shall lie&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anthea, Herrick, and his poetry.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p23"></a>23. THE WEEPING CHERRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I saw a cherry weep, and why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why wept it? but for shame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because my Julia's lip was by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And did out-red the same.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, pretty fondling, let not fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A tear at all for that:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which rubies, corals, scarlets, all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For tincture wonder at.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p24"></a>24. SOFT MUSIC.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mellow touch of music most doth wound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The soul when it doth rather sigh than sound.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p25"></a>25. THE DIFFERENCE BETWIXT KINGS AND SUBJECTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twixt kings and subjects there's this mighty odds:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Subjects are taught by men; kings by the gods.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p26"></a>26. HIS ANSWER TO A QUESTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some would know<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why I so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long still do tarry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ask why<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here that I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live and not marry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thus I those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do oppose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What man would be here<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Slave to thrall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If at all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He could live free here?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p27"></a>27. UPON JULIA'S FALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Julia was careless, and withal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She rather took than got a fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wanton ambler chanc'd to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part of her legs' sincerity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ravish'd thus, it came to pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The nag (like to the prophet's ass)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Began to speak, and would have been<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A-telling what rare sights he'd seen:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And had told all; but did refrain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because his tongue was tied again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p28"></a>28. EXPENSES EXHAUST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live with a thrifty, not a needy fate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Small shots paid often waste a vast estate</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Shots</i>, debts.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p29"></a>29. LOVE, WHAT IT IS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love is a circle that doth restless move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the same sweet eternity of love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p30"></a>30. PRESENCE AND ABSENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When what is lov'd is present, love doth spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But being absent, love lies languishing.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p31"></a>31. NO SPOUSE BUT A SISTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A bachelor I will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live as I have liv'd still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never take a wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To crucify my life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But this I'll tell ye too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What now I mean to do:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sister (in the stead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wife) about I'll lead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which I will keep embrac'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kiss, but yet be chaste.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p32"></a>32. THE POMANDER BRACELET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To me my Julia lately sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bracelet richly redolent:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The beads I kissed, but most lov'd her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That did perfume the pomander.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pomander</i>, a ball of scent.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p33"></a>33. THE SHOE-TYING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Anthea bade me tie her shoe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I did; and kissed the instep too:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And would have kissed unto her knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had not her blush rebuked me.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p34"></a>34. THE CARCANET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Instead of orient pearls of jet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sent my love a carcanet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About her spotless neck she knit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lace, to honour me or it:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then think how rapt was I to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My jet t'enthral such ivory.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Carcanet</i>, necklace.<br />
+
+<i>Lace</i>, any kind of girdle; used here for the necklace.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p35"></a>35. HIS SAILING FROM JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto that watery desolation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devoutly to thy closet-gods then pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That my wing'd ship may meet no remora.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those deities which circum-walk the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look upon our dreadful passages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will from all dangers re-deliver me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For one drink-offering poured out by thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mercy and truth live with thee! and forbear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(In my short absence) to unsluice a tear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet for love's sake let thy lips do this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give my dead picture one engendering kiss:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Work that to life, and let me ever dwell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thy remembrance, Julia. So farewell.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Closet-gods</i>, the Roman Lares.<br />
+
+<i>Remora</i>, the sea Lamprey or suckstone, believed to check the course
+of ships by clinging to their keels.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p36"></a>36. HOW THE WALL-FLOWER CAME FIRST, AND WHY<br />SO CALLED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why this flower is now call'd so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">List, sweet maids, and you shall know.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Understand, this firstling was<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once a brisk and bonnie lass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kept as close as Dana&euml; was:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who a sprightly springall lov'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to have it fully prov'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up she got upon a wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tempting down to slide withal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the silken twist untied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So she fell, and, bruis'd, she died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love, in pity of the deed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her loving-luckless speed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn'd her to this plant we call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now <i>the flower of the wall</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tempting</i>, trying.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p37"></a>37. WHY FLOWERS CHANGE COLOUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These fresh beauties (we can prove)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once were virgins sick of love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn'd to flowers,&mdash;still in some<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Colours go and colours come.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p38"></a>38. TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER<br />TOYING OR TALKING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You say I love not, 'cause I do not play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">You blame me too, because I can't devise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some sport to please those babies in your eyes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By love's religion, I must here confess it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The most I love when I the least express it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Small griefs find tongues</i>: full casks are ever found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give (if any, yet) but little sound.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Deep waters noiseless are</i>; and this we know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That chiding streams betray small depth below</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, when love speechless is, she doth express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A depth in love and that depth bottomless.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, since my love is tongueless, know me such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who speak but little 'cause I love so much.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Babies in your eyes</i>, see <a href="#1.n38i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p39"></a>39. UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have lost, and lately, these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many dainty mistresses:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stately Julia, prime of all:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sappho next, a principal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smooth Anthea for a skin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White, and heaven-like crystalline:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet Electra, and the choice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Myrrha for the lute and voice:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next Corinna, for her wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the graceful use of it:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Perilla: all are gone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only Herrick's left alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to number sorrow by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their departures hence, and die.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p40"></a>40. THE DREAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Methought last night Love in an anger came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brought a rod, so whipt me with the same;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Myrtle the twigs were, merely to imply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love strikes, but 'tis with gentle cruelty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Patient I was: Love pitiful grew then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And strok'd the stripes, and I was whole again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, like a bee, Love gentle still doth bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Honey to salve where he before did sting.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p42"></a>42. TO LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'm free from thee; and thou no more shalt hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My puling pipe to beat against thine ear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Farewell my shackles, though of pearl they be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such precious thraldom ne'er shall fetter me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Submits his neck unto a second yoke.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p43"></a>43. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Young I was, but now am old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I am not yet grown cold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I can play, and I can twine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Bout a virgin like a vine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her lap too I can lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Melting, and in fancy die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And return to life if she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Claps my cheek, or kisseth me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, and thus it now appears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That our love outlasts our years.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p44"></a>44. LOVE'S PLAY AT PUSH-PIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love and myself, believe me, on a day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At childish push-pin, for our sport, did play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I put, he pushed, and, heedless of my skin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love pricked my finger with a golden pin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since which it festers so that I can prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas but a trick to poison me with love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little the wound was, greater was the smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The finger bled, but burnt was all my heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Push-pin</i>, a game in which pins are pushed with an endeavor to cross
+them.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p45"></a>45. THE ROSARY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One ask'd me where the roses grew:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I bade him not go seek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But forthwith bade my Julia show<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A bud in either cheek.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p46"></a>46. UPON CUPID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old wives have often told how they<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw Cupid bitten by a flea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thereupon, in tears half drown'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He cried aloud: Help, help the wound!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wept, he sobb'd, he call'd to some<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bring him lint and balsamum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make a tent, and put it in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the stiletto pierced the skin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, being done, the fretful pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Assuaged, and he was well again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tent</i>, a roll of lint for probing wounds.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p47"></a>47. THE PARC&AElig;; OR, THREE DAINTY DESTINIES:<br />THE ARMILLET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three lovely sisters working were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As they were closely set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of soft and dainty maidenhair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A curious armillet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I, smiling, asked them what they did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fair Destinies all three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who told me they had drawn a thread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of life, and 'twas for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They show'd me then how fine 'twas spun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I reply'd thereto,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I care not now how soon 'tis done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or cut, if cut by you".<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p48"></a>48. SORROWS SUCCEED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When one is past, another care we have:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p49"></a>49. CHERRY-PIT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Julia and I did lately sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Playing for sport at cherry-pit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She threw; I cast; and, having thrown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I got the pit, and she the stone.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cherry-pit</i>, a game in which cherry-stones were pitched into a small
+hole.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p50"></a>50. TO ROBIN REDBREAST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With leaves and moss-work for to cover me:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For epitaph, in foliage, next write this:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Here, here the tomb of Robin Herrick is</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p51"></a>51. DISCONTENTS IN DEVON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">More discontents I never had<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since I was born than here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where I have been, and still am sad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In this dull Devonshire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, justly too, I must confess<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I ne'er invented such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ennobled numbers for the press,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than where I loathed so much.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p52"></a>52. TO HIS PATERNAL COUNTRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loving and gentle for to cover me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Banish'd from thee I live, ne'er to return,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless thou giv'st my small remains an urn.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p53"></a>53. CHERRY-RIPE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full and fair ones; come and buy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so be you ask me where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They do grow, I answer: There,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where my Julia's lips do smile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's the land, or cherry-isle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose plantations fully show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the year where cherries grow.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p54"></a>54. TO HIS MISTRESSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Put on your silks, and piece by piece<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give them the scent of ambergris;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for your breaths, too, let them smell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ambrosia-like, or nectarel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While other gums their sweets perspire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By your own jewels set on fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p55"></a>55. TO ANTHEA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who was thy servant. Dearest, bury me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under that Holy-oak or Gospel-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where, though thou see'st not, thou may'st think upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me, when thou yearly go'st procession;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, for mine honour, lay me in that tomb<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which thy sacred relics shall have room.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my embalming, sweetest, there will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No spices wanting when I'm laid by thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Holy oak</i>, the oak under which the minister read the Gospel in the
+procession round the parish bounds in Rogation week.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p56"></a>56. THE VISION TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I dreamed we both were in a bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of roses, almost smothered:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The warmth and sweetness had me there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made lovingly familiar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that I heard thy sweet breath say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faults done by night will blush by day.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I kissed thee, panting, and, I call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Night to the record! that was all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, ah! if empty dreams so please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love give me more such nights as these.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p57"></a>57. DREAMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we are all by day; by night we're hurl'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By dreams, each one into a sev'ral world.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p58"></a>58. AMBITION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In man ambition is the common'st thing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each one by nature loves to be a king.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p59"></a>59. HIS REQUEST TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Julia, if I chance to die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere I print my poetry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I most humbly thee desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To commit it to the fire:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better 'twere my book were dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to live not perfected.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p60"></a>60. MONEY GETS THE MASTERY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fight thou with shafts of silver and o'ercome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When no force else can get the masterdom.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p61"></a>61. THE SCARE-FIRE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Water, water I desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's a house of flesh on fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ope the fountains and the springs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And come all to bucketings:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What ye cannot quench pull down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spoil a house to save a town:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better 'tis that one should fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than by one to hazard all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Scare-fire</i>, fire-alarm.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p62"></a>62. UPON SILVIA, A MISTRESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou wilt complain, False now's thy looking-glass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which renders that quite tarnished which was green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And priceless now what peerless once had been.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon thy form more wrinkles yet will fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, coming down, shall make no noise at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Priceless</i>, valueless.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p63"></a>63. CHEERFULNESS IN CHARITY; OR, THE SWEET<br />SACRIFICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can please those heav'nly deities,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the vower don't express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his offering cheerfulness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p65"></a>65. SWEETNESS IN SACRIFICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis not greatness they require<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be offer'd up by fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'tis sweetness that doth please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those <i>Eternal Essences</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p66"></a>66. STEAM IN SACRIFICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If meat the gods give, I the steam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High-towering will devote to them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose easy natures like it well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If we the roast have, they the smell.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p67"></a>67. UPON JULIA'S VOICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Melting melodious words to lutes of amber.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Amber</i>, used here merely for any rich material: cp. "Treading on
+amber with their silver feet".</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p68"></a>68. AGAIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I thy singing next shall hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll wish I might turn all to ear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To drink in notes and numbers such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As blessed souls can't hear too much;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then melted down, there let me lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Entranc'd and lost confusedly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, by thy music stricken mute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Die and be turn'd into a lute.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p69"></a>69. ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>All things decay with time</i>: the forest sees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The growth and downfall of her aged trees;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That timber tall, which threescore lusters stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The proud dictator of the state-like wood,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I mean (the sovereign of all plants) the oak&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Lusters</i>, the Roman reckoning of five years.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p70"></a>70. THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First, April, she with mellow showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Opens the way for early flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then after her comes smiling May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a more rich and sweet array;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next enters June, and brings us more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gems than those two that went before:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then (lastly) July comes, and she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More wealth brings in than all those three.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p71"></a>71. NO SHIPWRECK OF VIRTUE. TO A FRIEND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor wreck or bulging thou hast cause to fear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But trust to this, my noble passenger;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who swims with virtue, he shall still be sure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Ulysses-like) all tempests to endure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And 'midst a thousand gulfs to be secure.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Bulging</i>, leaking.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p72"></a>72. UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESS ELIZABETH<br />HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First, for effusions due unto the dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My solemn vows have here accomplished:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein thou liv'st for ever. Dear, farewell.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Effusions</i>, drink-offerings.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p73"></a>73. OF LOVE. A SONNET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How love came in I do not know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether by the eye, or ear, or no;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or whether with the soul it came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(At first) infused with the same;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether in part 'tis here or there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, like the soul, whole everywhere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This troubles me: but I as well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As any other this can tell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That when from hence she does depart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The outlet then is from the heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p74"></a>74. TO ANTHEA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(<i>Love makes me write, what shame forbids to speak</i>.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to that twenty add a hundred more:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make that thousand up a million.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Treble that million, and when that is done<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet, though love likes well such scenes as these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is an act that will more fully please:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kissing and glancing, soothing, all make way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to the acting of this private play:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Name it I would; but, being blushing red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rest I'll speak when we meet both in bed.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p75"></a>75. THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRY OF<br />PEARLS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some ask'd me where the rubies grew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And nothing I did say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with my finger pointed to<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lips of Julia.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then spoke I to my girl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To part her lips, and show'd them there<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The quarrelets of Pearl.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Quarrelets</i>, little squares.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p76"></a>76. CONFORMITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Conformity was ever known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A foe to dissolution:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor can we that a ruin call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose crack gives crushing unto all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p77"></a>77. TO THE KING, UPON HIS COMING WITH HIS ARMY<br />INTO THE WEST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome, most welcome to our vows and us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most great and universal genius!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The drooping West, which hitherto has stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As one in long-lamented widowhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looks like a bride now, or a bed of flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Newly refresh'd both by the sun and showers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">War, which before was horrid, now appears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lovely in you, brave prince of cavaliers!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A deal of courage in each bosom springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By your access, O you the best of kings!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ride on with all white omens; so that where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your standard's up, we fix a conquest there.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p78"></a>78. UPON ROSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Under a lawn, than skies more clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some ruffled roses nestling were:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, snugging there, they seem'd to lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in a flowery nunnery:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quicken'd of late by pearly showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all because they were possess'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But of the heat of Julia's breast:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave them their ever-flourishing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p79"></a>79. TO THE KING AND QUEEN UPON THEIR UNHAPPY<br />DISTANCES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Woe, woe to them, who, by a ball of strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do, and have parted here a man and wife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Charles</span> the best husband, while <span class="smcap">Maria</span> strives<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be, and is, the very best of wives,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like streams, you are divorc'd; but 'twill come when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These eyes of mine shall see you mix again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus speaks the oak here; C. and M. shall meet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Treading on amber, with their silver-feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor will't be long ere this accomplish'd be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The words found true, C. M., remember me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Oak</i>, the prophetic tree.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p80"></a>80. DANGERS WAIT ON KINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As oft as night is banish'd by the morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So oft we'll think we see a king new born.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p81"></a>81. THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR, THE UNGENTLE<br />GUEST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One silent night of late,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When every creature rested,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came one unto my gate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, knocking, me molested.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who's that, said I, beats there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And troubles thus the sleepy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast off, said he, all fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let not locks thus keep ye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For I a boy am, who<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By moonless nights have swerved;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all with show'rs wet through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And e'en with cold half starved.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I pitiful arose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And soon a taper lighted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And did myself disclose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto the lad benighted.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I saw he had a bow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wings, too, which did shiver;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, looking down below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I spied he had a quiver.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I to my chimney's shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Brought him, as Love professes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And chafed his hands with mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dried his drooping tresses.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when he felt him warm'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let's try this bow of ours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And string, if they be harm'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said he, with these late showers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Forthwith his bow he bent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wedded string and arrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And struck me, that it went<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quite through my heart and marrow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then, laughing loud, he flew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away, and thus said, flying:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, mine host, adieu,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll leave thy heart a-dying.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p82"></a>82. TO THE REVEREND SHADE OF HIS RELIGIOUS<br />FATHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That for seven lusters I did never come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To do the rites to thy religious tomb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That neither hair was cut, or true tears shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By me, o'er thee, as justments to the dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forgive, forgive me; since I did not know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether thy bones had here their rest or no,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now 'tis known, behold! behold, I bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thy ghost th' effused offering:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look what smallage, night-shade, cypress, yew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the shades have been, or now are due,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Here I devote; and something more than so;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I come to pay a debt of birth I owe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou gav'st me life, but mortal; for that one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Favour I'll make full satisfaction;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my life mortal rise from out thy hearse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And take a life immortal from my verse.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Seven lusters</i>, five and thirty years.<br />
+
+<i>Hair was cut</i>, according to the Greek custom.<br />
+
+<i>Justments</i>, dues.<br />
+
+<i>Smallage</i>, water parsley.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p83"></a>83. DELIGHT IN DISORDER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A sweet disorder in the dress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kindles in clothes a wantonness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lawn about the shoulders thrown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a fine distraction:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An erring lace which here and there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enthralls the crimson stomacher:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A cuff neglectful, and thereby<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ribbons to flow confusedly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A winning wave, deserving note,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the tempestuous petticoat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A careless shoe-string, in whose tie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I see a wild civility:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do more bewitch me than when art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is too precise in every part.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p84"></a>84. TO HIS MUSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Were I to give thee baptism, I would choose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To christen thee, the bride, the bashful Muse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or Muse of roses: since that name does fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Best with those virgin-verses thou hast writ:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which are so clean, so chaste, as none may fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cato the censor, should he scan each here.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p85"></a>85. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love scorch'd my finger, but did spare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The burning of my heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To signify in love my share<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Should be a little part.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little I love; but if that he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would but that heat recall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That joint to ashes burnt should be,<a name="1.FNanchor_E_5"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_E_5" class="fnanchor">[E]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere I would love at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p86"></a>86. TO DEAN BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY<br />WHICH SOMETIMES HE LIVED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dean Bourn, farewell; I never look to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dean, or thy watery<a name="1.FNanchor_F_6"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_F_6" class="fnanchor">[F]</a> incivility.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy rocky bottom, that doth tear thy streams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And makes them frantic even to all extremes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my content I never should behold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were thy streams silver, or thy rocks all gold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rocky thou art, and rocky we discover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy men, and rocky are thy ways all over.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O men, O manners, now and ever known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be a rocky generation!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A people currish, churlish as the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rude almost as rudest savages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With whom I did, and may re-sojourn when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rocks turn to rivers, rivers turn to men.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p87"></a>87. KISSING USURY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Bianca, let<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Me pay the debt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I owe thee for a kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou lend'st to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I to thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will render ten for this.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">If thou wilt say<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ten will not pay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that so rich a one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll clear the sum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If it will come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto a million.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">By this, I guess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of happiness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who has a little measure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He must of right<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To th' utmost mite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make payment for his pleasure.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p88"></a>88. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In each thy dainty and peculiar part!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First, for thy queenship, on thy head is set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of flowers a sweet commingled coronet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About thy neck a carcanet is bound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of the ruby, pearl and diamond:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A golden ring that shines upon thy thumb:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About thy wrist, the rich dardanium.<a name="1.FNanchor_G_7"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_G_7" class="fnanchor">[G]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between thy breasts (than down of swans more white)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There plays the sapphire with the chrysolite.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No part besides must of thyself be known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But by the topaz, opal, chalcedon.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Carcanet</i>, necklace.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p89"></a>89. TO LAURELS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">A funeral stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or verse I covet none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But only crave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of you that I may have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sacred laurel springing from my grave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Which being seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Blest with perpetual green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">May grow to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Not so much call'd a tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the eternal monument of me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p90"></a>90. HIS CAVALIER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me that man that dares bestride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The active sea-horse, and with pride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through that huge field of waters ride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who with his looks, too, can appease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ruffling winds and raging seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In midst of all their outrages.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This, this a virtuous man can do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sail against rocks, and split them too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ay, and a world of pikes pass through.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p91"></a>91. ZEAL REQUIRED IN LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll do my best to win whene'er I woo:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That man loves not who is not zealous too</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p92"></a>92. THE BAG OF THE BEE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">About the sweet bag of a bee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Two cupids fell at odds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whose the pretty prize should be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They vow'd to ask the gods.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which Venus hearing, thither came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And for their boldness stripp'd them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, taking thence from each his flame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With rods of myrtle whipp'd them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which done, to still their wanton cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When quiet grown she'd seen them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She kiss'd, and wip'd their dove-like eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And gave the bag between them.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p93"></a>93. LOVE KILLED BY LACK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let me be warm, let me be fully fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Luxurious love by wealth is nourished</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me be lean, and cold, and once grown poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I shall dislike what once I lov'd before.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p94"></a>94. TO HIS MISTRESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Choose me your valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Next let us marry&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love to the death will pine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If we long tarry.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Promise, and keep your vows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or vow ye never&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's doctrine disallows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Troth-breakers ever.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You have broke promise twice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dear, to undo me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you prove faithless thrice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">None then will woo ye.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p95"></a>95. TO THE GENEROUS READER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See and not see, and if thou chance t'espy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some aberrations in my poetry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wink at small faults; the greater, ne'ertheless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hide, and with them their father's nakedness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's do our best, our watch and ward to keep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Homer himself, in a long work, may sleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p96"></a>96. TO CRITICS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll write, because I'll give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You critics means to live;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For should I not supply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cause, th' effect would die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p97"></a>97. DUTY TO TYRANTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good princes must be pray'd for; for the bad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They must be borne with, and in rev'rence had.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do they first pill thee, next pluck off thy skin?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Good children kiss the rods that punish sin</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touch not the tyrant; let the gods alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To strike him dead that but usurps a throne.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pill</i>, plunder.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p98"></a>98. BEING ONCE BLIND, HIS REQUEST TO BIANCA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When age or chance has made me blind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that the path I cannot find,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when my falls and stumblings are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than the stones i' th' street by far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go thou afore, and I shall well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Follow thy perfumes by the smell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or be my guide, and I shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Led by some light that flows from thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus held or led by thee, I shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In ways confus'd nor slip or fall.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p100"></a>100. NO WANT WHERE THERE'S LITTLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To bread and water none is poor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And having these, what need of more?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though much from out the cess be spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Nature with little is content</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cess</i>, the parish assessment for church purposes.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p101"></a>101. BARLEY-BREAK; OR, LAST IN HELL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We two are last in hell; what may we fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be tormented or kept pris'ners here?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! if kissing be of plagues the worst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll wish in hell we had been last and first.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Barley-break</i>, a country game resembling prisoners' base. See Note.<br />
+
+<i>Hell</i>, the "middle den," the occupants of which had to catch the
+other players.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p102"></a>102. THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Beauty no other thing is than a beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flashed out between the middle and extreme.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p103"></a>103. TO DIANEME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dear, though to part it be a hell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, Dianeme, now farewell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy frown last night did bid me go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But whither only grief does know.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do beseech thee ere we part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If merciful as fair thou art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else desir'st that maids should tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy pity by love's chronicle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Dianeme, rather kill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me, than to make me languish still!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis cruelty in thee to th' height<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, thus to wound, not kill outright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet there's a way found, if you please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By sudden death to give me ease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus devis'd, do thou but this&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bequeath to me one parting kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So sup'rabundant joy shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The executioner of me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p104"></a>104. TO ANTHEA LYING IN BED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So looks Anthea, when in bed she lies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'ercome or half betray'd by tiffanies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a twilight, or that simpering dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That roses show when misted o'er with lawn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twilight is yet, till that her lawns give way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which done, that dawn turns then to perfect day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tiffanies</i>, gauzes.<br />
+
+<i>Lawn</i>, fine linen.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p105"></a>105. TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">More white than whitest lilies far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or snow, or whitest swans you are:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More white than are the whitest creams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or moonlight tinselling the streams:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More white than pearls, or Juno's thigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or Pelops' arm of ivory.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True, I confess, such whites as these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May me delight, not fully please;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till like Ixion's cloud you be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White, warm, and soft to lie with me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pelops' arm</i>, which Jove gave him to replace the one eaten by Ceres
+at the feast of Tantalus.<br />
+
+<i>Ixion's cloud</i>, to which Jove, for his deception, gave the form of
+Juno.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p106"></a>106. A COUNTRY-LIFE: TO HIS BROTHER,<br />MR. THO. HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thrice, and above, bless'd, my soul's half, art thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In thy both last and better vow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could'st leave the city, for exchange, to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The country's sweet simplicity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it to know and practise, with intent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To grow the sooner innocent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By studying to know virtue, and to aim<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More at her nature than her name.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last is but the least; the first doth tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ways less to live than to live well:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And both are known to thee, who now can'st live<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Led by thy conscience; to give<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Justice to soon-pleased nature; and to show<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wisdom and she together go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And keep one centre: this with that conspires<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To teach man to confine desires<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And know that riches have their proper stint<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the contented mind, not mint:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And can'st instruct that those who have the itch<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of craving more are never rich.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These things thou know'st to th' height, and dost prevent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That plague; because thou art content<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With that heav'n gave thee with a wary hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More blessed in thy brass than land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To keep cheap nature even and upright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To cool, not cocker appetite.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus thou canst tersely live to satisfy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The belly chiefly, not the eye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keeping the barking stomach wisely quiet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Less with a neat than needful diet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that which most makes sweet thy country life<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is the fruition of a wife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom, stars consenting with thy fate, thou hast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Got not so beautiful as chaste:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By whose warm side thou dost securely sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While love the sentinel doth keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With those deeds done by day, which ne'er affright<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy silken slumbers in the night.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor has the darkness power to usher in<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fear to those sheets that know no sin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still thy wife, by chaste intentions led,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gives thee each night a maidenhead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The damask'd meadows and the pebbly streams<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweeten and make soft your dreams:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The purling springs, groves, birds, and well-weav'd bowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With fields enamelled with flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Present their shapes; while fantasy discloses<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Millions of lilies mix'd with roses.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then dream ye hear the lamb by many a bleat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Woo'd to come suck the milky teat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While Faunus in the vision comes to keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From rav'ning wolves the fleecy sheep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thousand such enchanting dreams, that meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To make sleep not so sound as sweet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor can these figures so thy rest endear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As not to rise when Chanticlere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warns the last watch; but with the dawn dost rise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To work, but first to sacrifice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making thy peace with heav'n, for some late fault,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With holy-meal and spirting-salt.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which done, thy painful thumb this sentence tells us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Jove for our labour all things sells us</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor are thy daily and devout affairs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Attended with those desp'rate cares<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Th' industrious merchant has; who, for to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gold, runneth to the Western Inde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And back again, tortured with fears, doth fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Untaught to suffer poverty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou at home, bless'd with securest ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sitt'st, and believ'st that there be seas<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And watery dangers; while thy whiter hap<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But sees these things within thy map.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And viewing them with a more safe survey<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mak'st easy fear unto thee say,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>"A heart thrice wall'd with oak and brass that man</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Had, first durst plough the ocean"</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou at home, without or tide or gale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can'st in thy map securely sail:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeing those painted countries, and so guess<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By those fine shades their substances:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, from thy compass taking small advice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Buy'st travel at the lowest price.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor are thine ears so deaf but thou canst hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Far more with wonder than with fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fame tell of states, of countries, courts, and kings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And believe there be such things:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When of these truths thy happier knowledge lies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More in thine ears than in thine eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when thou hear'st by that too true report<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vice rules the most or all at court,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy pious wishes are, though thou not there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Virtue had, and mov'd her sphere.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou liv'st fearless; and thy face ne'er shows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fortune when she comes or goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with thy equal thoughts prepared dost stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To take her by the either hand;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor car'st which comes the first, the foul or fair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>A wise man ev'ry way lies square</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, like a surly oak with storms perplex'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grows still the stronger, strongly vex'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be so, bold spirit; stand centre-like, unmov'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And be not only thought, but prov'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be what I report thee; and inure<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thyself, if want comes to endure:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so thou dost, for thy desires are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Confin'd to live with private lar:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not curious whether appetite be fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or with the first or second bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who keep'st no proud mouth for delicious cates:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hunger makes coarse meats delicates.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Canst, and unurg'd, forsake that larded fare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which art, not nature, makes so rare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To taste boil'd nettles, colworts, beets, and eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These and sour herbs as dainty meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While soft opinion makes thy Genius say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Content makes all ambrosia</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor is it that thou keep'st this stricter size<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So much for want as exercise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To numb the sense of dearth, which should sin haste it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou might'st but only see't, not taste it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet can thy humble roof maintain a choir<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of singing crickets by the fire:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And the brisk mouse may feast herself with crumbs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till that the green-eyed kitling comes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to her cabin blest she can escape<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sudden danger of a rape:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus thy little well-kept stock doth prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Wealth cannot make a life, but love</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor art thou so close-handed but canst spend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Counsel concurring with the end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As well as spare, still conning o'er this theme,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To shun the first and last extreme.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ordaining that thy small stock find no breach,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or to exceed thy tether's reach:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to live round, and close, and wisely true<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To thine own self, and known to few.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus let thy rural sanctuary be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Elysium to thy wife and thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There to disport yourselves with golden measure:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>For seldom use commends the pleasure</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live, and live blest, thrice happy pair; let breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But lost to one, be the other's death.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as there is one love, one faith, one troth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be so one death, one grave to both.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till when, in such assurance live ye may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor fear or wish your dying day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Brass</i>, money.<br />
+
+<i>Cocker</i>, pamper.<br />
+
+<i>Neat</i>, dainty.<br />
+
+<i>Spirting-salt</i>, the "saliente mica" of Horace, See <a href="#1.n106i">Note</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Lar</i>, the "closet-gods," or gods of the house.<br />
+
+<i>Colworts</i>, cabbages.<br />
+
+<i>Size</i> or <i>assize</i>, a fixed allowance of food, a ration.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p107"></a>107. DIVINATION BY A DAFFODIL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When a daffodil I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hanging down his head towards me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guess I may what I must be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First, I shall decline my head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Secondly, I shall be dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lastly, safely buried.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p108"></a>108. TO THE PAINTER, TO DRAW HIM A PICTURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, skilful Lupo, now, and take<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy bice, thy umber, pink, and lake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let it be thy pencil's strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To paint a Bridgeman to the life:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draw him as like too, as you can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An old, poor, lying, flattering man:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His cheeks bepimpled, red and blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His nose and lips of mulberry hue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, for an easy fancy, place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A burling iron for his face:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, make his cheeks with breath to swell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for to speak, if possible:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But do not so, for fear lest he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should by his breathing, poison thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Bice</i>, properly a brown grey, but by transference from "blue bice"
+and "green bice," used for blue and green.<br />
+
+<i>Burling iron</i>, pincers for extracting knots.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p111"></a>111. A LYRIC TO MIRTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While the milder fates consent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's enjoy our merriment:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss our dollies night and day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crowned with clusters of the vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us sit, and quaff our wine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call on Bacchus, chant his praise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shake the thyrse, and bite the bays:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Rouse Anacreon from the dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And return him drunk to bed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing o'er Horace, for ere long<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death will come and mar the song:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then shall Wilson and Gotiere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never sing or play more here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Wilson</i>, Dr. John Wilson, the singer and composer, one of the king's
+musicians (1594-1673).<br />
+
+<i>Gotiere</i>, Jacques Gaultier, a French lutist at the court of Charles
+I.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p112"></a>112. TO THE EARL OF WESTMORELAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When my date's done, and my grey age must die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nurse up, great lord, this my posterity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weak though it be, long may it grow and stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shored up by you, brave Earl of Westmoreland.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p113"></a>113. AGAINST LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whene'er my heart love's warmth but entertains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh frost! oh snow! oh hail! forbid the banes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One drop now deads a spark, but if the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once gets a force, floods cannot quench the flame.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather than love, let me be ever lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or let me 'gender with eternal frost.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p114"></a>114. UPON JULIA'S RIBAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As shows the air when with a rainbow grac'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So smiles that riband 'bout my Julia's waist:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or like&mdash;nay 'tis that zonulet of love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p115"></a>115. THE FROZEN ZONE; OR, JULIA DISDAINFUL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whither? say, whither shall I fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To slack these flames wherein I fry?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the treasures, shall I go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the rain, frost, hail, and snow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall I search the underground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where all damps and mists are found?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall I seek (for speedy ease)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the floods and frozen seas?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or descend into the deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where eternal cold does keep?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These may cool; but there's a zone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Colder yet than anyone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's my Julia's breast, where dwells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such destructive icicles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that the congelation will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me sooner starve than those can kill.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p116"></a>116. AN EPITAPH UPON A SOBER MATRON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With blameless carriage, I lived here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the almost seven and fortieth year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stout sons I had, and those twice three<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One only daughter lent to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The which was made a happy bride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thrice three moons before she died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My modest wedlock, that was known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Contented with the bed of one.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p117"></a>117. TO THE PATRON OF POETS, M. END. PORTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let there be patrons, patrons like to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brave Porter! poets ne'er will wanting be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fabius and Cotta, Lentulus, all live<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thee, thou man of men! who here do'st give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not only subject-matter for our wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But likewise oil of maintenance to it:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which, before thy threshold, we'll lay down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our thyrse for sceptre, and our bays for crown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, to say truth, all garlands are thy due:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The laurel, myrtle, oak, and ivy too.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p118"></a>118. THE SADNESS OF THINGS FOR SAPPHO'S SICKNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lilies will languish; violets look ill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sickly the primrose; pale the daffodil;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That gallant tulip will hang down his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a virgin newly ravished;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pansies will weep, and marigolds will wither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And keep a fast and funeral together;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sappho droop, daisies will open never,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bid good-night, and close their lids for ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p119"></a>119. LEANDER'S OBSEQUIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When as Leander young was drown'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No heart by Love receiv'd a wound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But on a rock himself sat by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There weeping sup'rabundantly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sighs numberless he cast about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, all his tapers thus put out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His head upon his hand he laid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sobbing deeply, thus he said:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ah, cruel sea," and, looking on't,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wept as he'd drown the Hellespont.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sure his tongue had more express'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that his tears forbade the rest.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p120"></a>120. HOPE HEARTENS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">None goes to warfare but with this intent&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gains must dead the fears of detriment.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p121"></a>121. FOUR THINGS MAKE US HAPPY HERE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Health is the first good lent to men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gentle disposition then:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, to be rich by no by-ways;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lastly, with friends t'enjoy our days.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p122"></a>122. HIS PARTING FROM MRS. DOROTHY KENNEDY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I did go from thee I felt that smart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which bodies do when souls from them depart.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou did'st not mind it; though thou then might'st see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me turn'd to tears; yet did'st not weep for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis true, I kiss'd thee; but I could not hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee spend a sigh t'accompany my tear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methought 'twas strange that thou so hard should'st prove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose heart, whose hand, whose every part spake love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prithee, lest maids should censure thee, but say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shed'st one tear, whenas I went away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that will please me somewhat: though I know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Love will swear't, my dearest did not so.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p123"></a>123. THE TEAR SENT TO HER FROM STAINES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glide, gentle streams, and bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along with you my tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To that coy girl<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Who smiles, yet slays<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Me with delays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And strings my tears as pearl.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See! see, she's yonder set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making a carcanet<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of maiden-flowers!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">There, there present<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">This orient<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pendant pearl of ours.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then say I've sent one more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gem to enrich her store;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And that is all<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which I can send,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or vainly spend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For tears no more will fall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nor will I seek supply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of them, the spring's once dry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But I'll devise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Among the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A way that's best<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How I may save mine eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet say&mdash;should she condemn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me to surrender them<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Then say my part<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Must be to weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Out them, to keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A poor, yet loving heart.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Say too, she would have this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shall: then my hope is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That when I'm poor<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And nothing have<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To send or save,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm sure she'll ask no more.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Carcanet</i>, necklace.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p124"></a>124. UPON ONE LILY, WHO MARRIED WITH A MAID<br />CALLED ROSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What times of sweetness this fair day foreshows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas the Lily marries with the Rose!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What next is look'd for? but we all should see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spring from thee a sweet posterity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p125"></a>125. AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Virgins promis'd when I died<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That they would each primrose-tide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Duly, morn and evening, come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with flowers dress my tomb.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having promis'd, pay your debts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maids, and here strew violets.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p127"></a>127. THE HOUR-GLASS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That hour-glass which there you see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With water fill'd, sirs, credit me,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The humour was, as I have read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But lovers' tears incrystalled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, as they drop by drop do pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From th' upper to the under-glass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do in a trickling manner tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By many a watery syllable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lovers' tears in lifetime shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do restless run when they are dead.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Humour</i>, moisture.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p128"></a>128. HIS FAREWELL TO SACK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Farewell thou thing, time past so known, so dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To me as blood to life and spirit; near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, thou more near than kindred, friend, man, wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Male to the female, soul to body; life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To quick action, or the warm soft side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the resigning, yet resisting bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The kiss of virgins, first fruits of the bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft speech, smooth touch, the lips, the maidenhead:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These and a thousand sweets could never be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So near or dear as thou wast once to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O thou, the drink of gods and angels! wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That scatter'st spirit and lust, whose purest shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More radiant than the summer's sunbeams shows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each way illustrious, brave, and like to those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comets we see by night, whose shagg'd portents<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Foretell the coming of some dire events,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Or some full flame which with a pride aspires,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Throwing about his wild and active fires;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis thou, above nectar, O divinest soul!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eternal in thyself, that can'st control<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That which subverts whole nature, grief and care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vexation of the mind, and damn'd despair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis thou alone who, with thy mystic fan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Work'st more than wisdom, art, or nature can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To rouse the sacred madness and awake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The frost-bound blood and spirits, and to make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them frantic with thy raptures flashing through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The soul like lightning, and as active too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis not Apollo can, or those thrice three<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Castalian sisters, sing, if wanting thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horace, Anacreon, both had lost their fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had'st thou not fill'd them with thy fire and flame.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ph&#339;bean splendour! and thou, Thespian spring!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which sweet swans must drink before they sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their true-pac'd numbers and their holy lays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which makes them worthy cedar and the bays.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But why, why longer do I gaze upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee with the eye of admiration?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since I must leave thee, and enforc'd must say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To all thy witching beauties, Go, away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if thy whimpering looks do ask me why,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then know that nature bids thee go, not I.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis her erroneous self has made a brain<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Uncapable of such a sovereign<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As is thy powerful self. Prithee not smile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or smile more inly, lest thy looks beguile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My vows denounc'd in zeal, which thus much show thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I have sworn but by thy looks to know thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let others drink thee freely, and desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee and their lips espous'd, while I admire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And love thee, but not taste thee. Let my muse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fail of thy former helps, and only use<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her inadult'rate strength: what's done by me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Shagg'd</i>, rough-haired.<br />
+
+<i>Mystic fan</i>, the "mystica vannus Iacchi" of Georgic, i. 166.<br />
+
+<i>Cedar</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, cedar oil, used for the preservation of manuscripts.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p130"></a>130. UPON MRS. ELIZABETH WHEELER, UNDER THE<br />NAME OF AMARILLIS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet Amarillis by a spring's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft and soul-melting murmurings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slept, and thus sleeping, thither flew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A robin-redbreast, who, at view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not seeing her at all to stir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought leaves and moss to cover her;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But while he perking there did pry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the arch of either eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lid began to let out day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which poor robin flew away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And seeing her not dead, but all disleav'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He chirp'd for joy to see himself deceiv'd.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p132"></a>132. TO MYRRHA, HARD-HEARTED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fold now thine arms and hang the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a lily withered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next look thou like a sickly moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or like Jocasta in a swoon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then weep and sigh and softly go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a widow drown'd in woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or like a virgin full of ruth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the lost sweetheart of her youth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all because, fair maid, thou art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Insensible of all my smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of those evil days that be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now posting on to punish thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gods are easy, and condemn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All such as are not soft like them.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p133"></a>133. THE EYE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Make me a heaven, and make me there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a less and greater sphere:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make me the straight and oblique lines,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The motions, lations and the signs.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make me a chariot and a sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let them through a zodiac run;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next place me zones and tropics there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all the seasons of the year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make me a sunset and a night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then present the morning's light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloth'd in her chamlets of delight.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To these make clouds to pour down rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With weather foul, then fair again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when, wise artist, that thou hast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all that can be this heaven grac't,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! what is then this curious sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But only my Corinna's eye?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Lations</i>, astral attractions.<br />
+
+<i>Chamlets</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, camlets, stuffs made from camels' hair.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p134"></a>134. UPON THE MUCH-LAMENTED MR. J. WARR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What wisdom, learning, wit or worth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youth or sweet nature could bring forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rests here with him who was the fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The volume of himself and name.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If, reader, then, thou wilt draw near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And do an honour to thy tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weep then for him for whom laments<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not one, but many monuments.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p136"></a>136. THE SUSPICION UPON HIS OVER-MUCH FAMILIARITY<br />WITH A GENTLEWOMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And must we part, because some say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loud is our love, and loose our play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And more than well becomes the day?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas for pity! and for us<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most innocent, and injured thus!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had we kept close, or played within,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suspicion now had been the sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shame had followed long ere this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T' have plagued what now unpunished is.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we, as fearless of the sun,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">As faultless, will not wish undone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What now is done, since <i>where no sin</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Unbolts the door, no shame comes in</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, comely and most fragrant maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be you more wary than afraid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of these reports, because you see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fairest most suspected be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The common forms have no one eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or ear of burning jealousy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To follow them: but chiefly where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love makes the cheek and chin a sphere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dance and play in, trust me, there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suspicion questions every hair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, you are fair, and should be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While you are in your sprightful green:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what though you had been embraced<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By me&mdash;were you for that unchaste?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, no! no more than is yond' moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, shining in her perfect noon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all that great and glorious light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Continues cold as is the night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, beauteous maid, you may retire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as for me, my chaste desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall move towards you, although I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your face no more. So live you free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From fame's black lips, as you from me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p137"></a>137. SINGLE LIFE MOST SECURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suspicion, discontent, and strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come in for dowry with a wife.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p138"></a>138. THE CURSE. A SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go, perjured man; and if thou e'er return<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see the small remainders in mine urn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thou shalt laugh at my religious dust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ask: where's now the colour, form and trust<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of woman's beauty? and with hand more rude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rifle the flowers which the virgins strewed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know I have prayed to Fury that some wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May blow my ashes up, and strike thee blind.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p139"></a>139. THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cupid, as he lay among<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roses, by a bee was stung;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereupon, in anger flying<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To his mother, said thus, crying:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Help! oh help! your boy's a-dying.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And why, my pretty lad, said she?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, blubbering, replied he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A winged snake has bitten me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which country people call a bee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which she smiled; then, with her hairs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kisses drying up his tears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! said she, my wag, if this<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a pernicious torment is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come tell me then, how great's the smart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of those thou woundest with thy dart!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p140"></a>140. TO DEWS. A SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I burn, I burn; and beg of you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To quench or cool me with your dew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I fry in fire, and so consume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although the pile be all perfume.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! the heat and death's the same,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether by choice or common flame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be in oil of roses drowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or water; where's the comfort found?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both bring one death; and I die here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless you cool me with a tear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! I call; but ah! I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye cool and comfort all but me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p141"></a>141. SOME COMFORT IN CALAMITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To conquered men, some comfort 'tis to fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the hand of him who is the general.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p142"></a>142. THE VISION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sitting alone, as one forsook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close by a silver-shedding brook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With hands held up to love, I wept;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after sorrows spent I slept:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then in a vision I did see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A glorious form appear to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A virgin's face she had; her dress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was like a sprightly Spartaness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A silver bow, with green silk strung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down from her comely shoulders hung:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as she stood, the wanton air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dangled the ringlets of her hair.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Her legs were such Diana shows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, tucked up, she a-hunting goes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With buskins shortened to descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The happy dawning of her thigh:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which when I saw, I made access<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kiss that tempting nakedness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But she forbade me with a wand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of myrtle she had in her hand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, chiding me, said: Hence, remove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Herrick, thou art too coarse to love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p143"></a>143. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You say, to me-wards your affection's strong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray love me little, so you love me long.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grown violent, does either die or tire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p144"></a>144. UPON A VIRGIN KISSING A ROSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twas but a single rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till you on it did breathe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But since, methinks, it shows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not so much rose as wreath.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p145"></a>145. UPON A WIFE THAT DIED MAD WITH JEALOUSY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In this little vault she lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, with all her jealousies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quiet yet; but if ye make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any noise they both will wake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And such spirits raise 'twill then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trouble death to lay again.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p146"></a>146. UPON THE BISHOP OF LINCOLN'S<br />IMPRISONMENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never was day so over-sick with showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that it had some intermitting hours;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never was night so tedious but it knew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last watch out, and saw the dawning too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never was dungeon so obscurely deep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein or light or day did never peep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never did moon so ebb, or seas so wane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they left hope-seed to fill up again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So you, my lord, though you have now your stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your night, your prison, and your ebb, you may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring up afresh, when all these mists are spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And star-like, once more gild our firmament.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let but that mighty Cæsar speak, and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All bolts, all bars, all gates shall cleave; as when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That earthquake shook the house, and gave the stout<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apostles way, unshackled, to go out.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, as I wish for, so I hope to see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though you, my lord, have been unkind to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wound my heart, and never to apply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you had power, the meanest remedy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, though my grief by you was gall'd the more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet I bring balm and oil to heal your sore.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p147"></a>147. DISSUASIONS FROM IDLENESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cynthius, pluck ye by the ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ye may good doctrine hear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Play not with the maiden-hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For each ringlet there's a snare.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Cheek, and eye, and lip, and chin&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are traps to take fools in.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arms, and hands, and all parts else,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are but toils, or manacles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set on purpose to enthral<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men, but slothfuls most of all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live employed, and so live free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From these fetters; like to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who have found, and still can prove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The lazy man the most doth love</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p149"></a>149. AN EPITHALAMY TO SIR THOMAS SOUTHWELL<br />AND HIS LADY.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">I.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, now's the time, so oft by truth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Promis'd should come to crown your youth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Then, fair ones, do not wrong<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Your joys by staying long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or let love's fire go out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By lingering thus in doubt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But learn that time once lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Is ne'er redeem'd by cost.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then away; come, Hymen, guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bed the bashful bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">II.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is it, sweet maid, your fault these holy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bridal rites go on so slowly?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Dear, is it this you dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The loss of maidenhead?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Believe me, you will most<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Esteem it when 'tis lost;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Then it no longer keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lest issue lie asleep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, away; come, Hymen, guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bed the bashful bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">III.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These precious, pearly, purling tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But spring from ceremonious fears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And 'tis but native shame<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That hides the loving flame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And may a while control<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The soft and am'rous soul;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But yet love's fire will waste<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Such bashfulness at last.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, away; come, Hymen, guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bed the bashful bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">IV.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Night now hath watch'd herself half blind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet not a maidenhead resign'd!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">'Tis strange, ye will not fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To love's sweet mystery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Might yon full moon the sweets<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Have, promised to your sheets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She soon would leave her sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To be admitted there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, away; come, Hymen, guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bed the bashful bride.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">V.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On, on devoutly, make no stay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While Domiduca leads the way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And Genius, who attends<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The bed for lucky ends.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With Juno goes the Hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And Graces strewing flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the boys with sweet tunes sing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hymen, O Hymen, bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Home the turtles; Hymen, guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bed the bashful bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">VI.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Behold! how Hymen's taper-light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shows you how much is spent of night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">See, see the bridegroom's torch<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Half wasted in the porch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And now those tapers five,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That show the womb shall thrive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Their silv'ry flames advance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To tell all prosp'rous chance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still shall crown the happy life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the goodman and the wife.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">VII.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Move forward then your rosy feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make whate'er they touch turn sweet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May all, like flowery meads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Smell where your soft foot treads;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And everything assume<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">To it the like perfume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As Zephyrus when he 'spires<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Through woodbine and sweetbriars.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, away; come, Hymen, guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bed the bashful bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">VIII.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now the yellow veil at last<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over her fragrant cheek is cast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Now seems she to express<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A bashful willingness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Showing a heart consenting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As with a will repenting.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Then gently lead her on<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With wise suspicion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that, matrons say, a measure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of that passion sweetens pleasure.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">IX.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You, you that be of her nearest kin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now o'er the threshold force her in.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But to avert the worst<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let her her fillets first<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Knit to the posts, this point<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Remembering, to anoint<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The sides, for 'tis a charm<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Strong against future harm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the evil deads, the which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was hidden by the witch.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">X.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Venus! thou to whom is known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The best way how to loose the zone<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Of virgins, tell the maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She need not be afraid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And bid the youth apply<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Close kisses if she cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And charge he not forbears<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Her though she woo with tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell them now they must adventure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since that love and night bid enter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">XI.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No fatal owl the bedstead keeps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With direful notes to fright your sleeps;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">No furies here about<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To put the tapers out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Watch or did make the bed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">'Tis omen full of dread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But all fair signs appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Within the chamber here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Juno here far off doth stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cooling sleep with charming wand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">XII.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Virgins, weep not; 'twill come when,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As she, so you'll be ripe for men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Then grieve her not with saying<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She must no more a-maying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or by rosebuds divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Who'll be her valentine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Nor name those wanton reaks<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You've had at barley-breaks,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But now kiss her and thus say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Take time, lady, while ye may".<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">XIII.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now bar the doors; the bridegroom puts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The eager boys to gather nuts.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And now both love and time<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To their full height do climb:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Oh! give them active heat<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And moisture both complete:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fit organs for increase,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To keep and to release<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That which may the honour'd stem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Circle with a diadem.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">XIV.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now, behold! the bed or couch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ne'er knew bride's or bridegroom's touch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Feels in itself a fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And, tickled with desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Pants with a downy breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As with a heart possesst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shrugging as it did move<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ev'n with the soul of love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, oh! had it but a tongue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doves, 'twould say, ye bill too long.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">XV.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O enter then! but see ye shun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sleep until the act be done.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let kisses in their close,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Breathe as the damask rose,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Or sweet as is that gum<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Doth from Panchaia come.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Teach nature now to know<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lips can make cherries grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sooner than she ever yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her wisdom could beget.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">XVI.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On your minutes, hours, days, months, years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drop the fat blessing of the spheres.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That good which heav'n can give<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To make you bravely live<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fall like a spangling dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By day and night on you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May fortune's lily-hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Open at your command;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all lucky birds to side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the bridegroom and the bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">XVII.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let bounteous Fate[s] your spindles full<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fill, and wind up with whitest wool.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let them not cut the thread<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of life until ye bid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May death yet come at last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And not with desp'rate haste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But when ye both can say<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"Come, let us now away,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be ye to the barn then borne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two, like two ripe shocks of corn.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Domiduca</i>, Juno, the goddess of marriage, the "home-bringer".<br />
+
+<i>Reaks</i>, pranks.<br />
+
+<i>Barley-break</i>, a country game, see <a href="#1.p101">101</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Panchaia</i>, the land of spices: <i>cf</i>, Virg. G. ii. 139; &AElig;n. iv. 379.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p150"></a>150. TEARS ARE TONGUES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Julia chid I stood as mute the while<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As is the fish or tongueless crocodile.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Air coin'd to words my Julia could not hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But she could see each eye to stamp a tear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By which mine angry mistress might descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tears are the noble language of the eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when true love of words is destitute<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The eyes by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p151"></a>151. UPON A YOUNG MOTHER OF MANY CHILDREN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let all chaste matrons, when they chance to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My num'rous issue, praise and pity me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise me for having such a fruitful womb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pity me, too, who found so soon a tomb.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p152"></a>152. TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll come to thee in all those shapes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Jove did when he made his rapes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only I'll not appear to thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he did once to Semele.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thunder and lightning I'll lay by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To talk with thee familiarly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which done, then quickly we'll undress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To one and th' other's nakedness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, ravish'd, plunge into the bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bodies and souls commingled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kissing, so as none may hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll weary all the fables there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Fables</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, of Jove's amours.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p153"></a>153. HIS WISH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is sufficient if we pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Jove, who gives and takes away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let him the land and living find;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me alone to fit the mind.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p154"></a>154. HIS PROTESTATION TO PERILLA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Noonday and midnight shall at once be seen:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trees, at one time, shall be both sere and green:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fire and water shall together lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In one self-sweet-conspiring sympathy:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Summer and winter shall at one time show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ripe ears of corn, and up to th' ears in snow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seas shall be sandless; fields devoid of grass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shapeless the world, as when all chaos was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before, my dear Perilla, I will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">False to my vow, or fall away from thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p155"></a>155. LOVE PERFUMES ALL PARTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I kiss Anthea's breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There I smell the ph&#339;nix nest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If her lip, the most sincere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Altar of incense I smell there&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hands, and thighs, and legs are all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Richly aromatical.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goddess Isis can't transfer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Musks and ambers more from her:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor can Juno sweeter be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she lies with Jove, than she.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p156"></a>156. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Permit me, Julia, now to go away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or by thy love decree me here to stay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt say that I shall live with thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here shall my endless tabernacle be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If not, as banish'd, I will live alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There where no language ever yet was known.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p157"></a>157. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love-sick I am, and must endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A desperate grief, that finds no cure.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah me! I try; and trying, prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No herbs have power to cure love.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only one sovereign salve I know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that is death, the end of woe.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p158"></a>158. VIRTUE IS SENSIBLE OF SUFFERING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though a wise man all pressures can sustain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His virtue still is sensible of pain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Large shoulders though he has, and well can bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He feels when packs do pinch him, and the where.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p159"></a>159. THE CRUEL MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And cruel maid, because I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You scornful of my love and me,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll trouble you no more; but go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My way where you shall never know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is become of me: there I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will find me out a path to die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or learn some way how to forget<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You and your name for ever: yet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere I go hence, know this from me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What will, in time, your fortune be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This to your coyness I will tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, having spoke it once, farewell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lily will not long endure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor the snow continue pure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rose, the violet, one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See, both these lady-flowers decay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you must fade as well as they.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it may chance that Love may turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, like to mine, make your heart burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And weep to see't; yet this thing do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That my last vow commends to you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you shall see that I am dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For pity let a tear be shed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, with your mantle o'er me cast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give my cold lips a kiss at last:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If twice you kiss you need not fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I shall stir or live more here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, hollow out a tomb to cover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me&mdash;me, the most despis&egrave;d lover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And write thereon: <i>This, reader, know:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Love kill'd this man</i>. No more, but so.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p160"></a>160. TO DIANEME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, starlike, sparkle in their skies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor be you proud that you can see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All hearts your captives, yours yet free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be you not proud of that rich hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which wantons with the love-sick air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas that ruby which you wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will last to be a precious stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all your world of beauty's gone.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p161"></a>161. TO THE KING, TO CURE THE EVIL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To find that tree of life whose fruits did feed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leaves did heal all sick of human seed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To find Bethesda and an angel there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stirring the waters, I am come; and here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last, I find (after my much to do)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tree, Bethesda and the angel too:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all in your blest hand, which has the powers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all those suppling-healing herbs and flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To that soft charm, that spell, that magic bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That high enchantment, I betake me now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to that hand (the branch of heaven's fair tree),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I kneel for help; O! lay that hand on me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adored Cæsar! and my faith is such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I shall be heal'd if that my king but touch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The evil is not yours: my sorrow sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Mine is the evil, but the cure the king's".<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p162"></a>162. HIS MISERY IN A MISTRESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Water, water I espy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come and cool ye, all who fry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In your loves; but none as I.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though a thousand showers be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still a-falling, yet I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not one drop to light on me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Happy you who can have seas<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to quench ye, or some ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From your kinder mistresses.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have one, and she alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a thousand thousand known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead to all compassion.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such an one as will repeat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both the cause and make the heat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More by provocation great.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gentle friends, though I despair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my cure, do you beware<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of those girls which cruel are.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p164"></a>164. TO A GENTLEWOMAN OBJECTING TO HIM<br />HIS GRAY HAIRS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Am I despised because you say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I dare swear, that I am gray?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Know, lady, you have but your day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And time will come when you shall wear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such frost and snow upon your hair;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">And when (though long, it comes to pass)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You question with your looking-glass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in that sincere crystal seek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But find no rose-bud in your cheek:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor any bed to give the show<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where such a rare carnation grew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! then too late, close in your chamber keeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">It will be told<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That you are old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By those true tears y'are weeping.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p165"></a>165. TO CEDARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If 'mongst my many poems I can see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One only worthy to be wash'd by thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I live for ever, let the rest all lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In dens of darkness or condemn'd to die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cedars</i>, oil of cedar was used for preserving manuscripts (carmina
+linenda cedro. <i>Hor.</i> Ars Poet., 331.)</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p166"></a>166. UPON CUPID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love like a gipsy lately came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And did me much importune<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see my hand, that by the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He might foretell my fortune.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He saw my palm, and then, said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I tell thee by this score here,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That thou within few months shalt be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The youthful Prince d'Amour here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I smil'd, and bade him once more prove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And by some cross-line show it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I could ne'er be prince of love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though here the princely poet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p167"></a>167. HOW PRIMROSES CAME GREEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Virgins, time-past, known were these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Troubled with green-sicknesses:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn'd to flowers, still the hue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sickly girls, they bear of you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p168"></a>168. TO JOS., LORD BISHOP OF EXETER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whom should I fear to write to if I can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand before you, my learn'd diocesan?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never show blood-guiltiness or fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see my lines excathedrated here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since none so good are but you may condemn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or here so bad but you may pardon them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If then, my lord, to sanctify my muse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One only poem out of all you'll choose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mark it for a rapture nobly writ,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis good confirm'd, for you have bishop'd it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Blood-guiltiness</i>, guilt betrayed by blushing; cp. <a href="#2.p837">837</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Excathedrated</i>, condemned <i>ex cathedra</i>.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p169"></a>169. UPON A BLACK TWIST ROUNDING THE ARM OF<br />THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I saw about her spotless wrist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of blackest silk, a curious twist;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, circumvolving gently, there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enthrall'd her arm as prisoner.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dark was the jail, but as if light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had met t'engender with the night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or so as darkness made a stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To show at once both night and day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One fancy more! but if there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such freedom in captivity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I beg of Love that ever I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May in like chains of darkness lie.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p170"></a>170. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I fear no earthly powers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But care for crowns of flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And love to have my beard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With wine and oil besmear'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This day I'll drown all sorrow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who knows to live to-morrow?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p172"></a>172. A RING PRESENTED TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Julia, I bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To thee this ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made for thy finger fit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To show by this<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That our love is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Or should be) like to it.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Close though it be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The joint is free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, when love's yoke is on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">It must not gall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or fret at all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With hard oppression.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">But it must play<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Still either way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be, too, such a yoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As not too wide<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To overslide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or be so strait to choke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">So we who bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">This beam must rear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ourselves to such a height<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As that the stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of either may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Create the burden light.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">And as this round<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Is nowhere found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To flaw, or else to sever:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So let our love<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As endless prove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pure as gold for ever.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p173"></a>173. TO THE DETRACTOR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where others love and praise my verses, still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy long black thumb-nail marks them out for ill:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fellon take it, or some whitflaw come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to unslate or to untile that thumb!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But cry thee mercy: exercise thy nails<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To scratch or claw, so that thy tongue not rails:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some numbers prurient are, and some of these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are wanton with their itch; scratch, and 'twill please.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Fellon</i>, a sore, especially in the finger.<br />
+
+<i>Whitflaw</i>, or whitlow.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p174"></a>174. UPON THE SAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I ask'd thee oft what poets thou hast read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lik'st the best. Still thou reply'st: The dead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I shall, ere long, with green turfs cover'd be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then sure thou'lt like or thou wilt envy me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p175"></a>175. JULIA'S PETTICOAT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy azure robe I did behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As airy as the leaves of gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, erring here, and wandering there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pleas'd with transgression ev'rywhere:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes 'twould pant, and sigh, and heave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if to stir it scarce had leave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, having got it, thereupon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twould make a brave expansion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pounc'd with stars it showed to me<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a celestial canopy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes 'twould blaze, and then abate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a flame grown moderate:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes away 'twould wildly fling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to thy thighs so closely cling<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That some conceit did melt me down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As lovers fall into a swoon:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, all confus'd, I there did lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drown'd in delights, but could not die.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That leading cloud I follow'd still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hoping t' have seen of it my fill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ah! I could not: should it move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To life eternal, I could love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pounc'd</i>, sprinkled.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p176"></a>176. TO MUSIC.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Begin to charm, and, as thou strok'st mine ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thy enchantment, melt me into tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then let thy active hand scud o'er thy lyre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make my spirits frantic with the fire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, sink down into a silvery strain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make me smooth as balm and oil again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p177"></a>177. DISTRUST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be truer to him than a wise distrust.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to thyself be best this sentence known:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Hear all men speak, but credit few or none</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p178"></a>178. CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See how Aurora throws her fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fresh-quilted colours through the air:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The dew bespangling herb and tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above an hour since: yet you not dress'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nay! not so much as out of bed?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When all the birds have matins said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sung their thankful hymns, 'tis sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nay, profanation to keep in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereas a thousand virgins on this day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sweet as Flora. Take no care<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For jewels for your gown or hair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fear not; the leaves will strew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gems in abundance upon you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against you come, some orient pearls unwept;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come and receive them while the light<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hangs on the dew-locks of the night:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Titan on the eastern hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Retires himself, or else stands still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How each field turns a street, each street a park<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Devotion gives each house a bough<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or branch: each porch, each door ere this<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An ark, a tabernacle is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if here were those cooler shades of love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can such delights be in the street<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And open fields and we not see't?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The proclamation made for May:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's not a budding boy or girl this day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But is got up, and gone to bring in May.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A deal of youth, ere this, is come<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Back, and with white-thorn laden home.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before that we have left to dream:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Many a green-gown has been given;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Many a kiss, both odd and even:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Many a glance too has been sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From out the eye, love's firmament;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a jest told of the keys betraying<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not a-Maying.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, let us go while we are in our prime;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And take the harmless folly of the time.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We shall grow old apace, and die<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before we know our liberty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our life is short, and our days run<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast away as does the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as a vapour or a drop of rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once lost, can ne'er be found again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So when or you or I are made<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A fable, song, or fleeting shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All love, all liking, all delight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lies drowned with us in endless night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then while time serves, and we are but decaying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Beads</i>, prayers.<br />
+
+<i>Left to dream</i>, ceased dreaming.<br />
+
+<i>Green-gown</i>, tumble on the grass.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p179"></a>179. ON JULIA'S BREATH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Breathe, Julia, breathe, and I'll protest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nay more, I'll deeply swear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That all the spices of the east<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are circumfused there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Circumfused</i>, spread around.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p180"></a>180. UPON A CHILD. AN EPITAPH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But born, and like a short delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I glided by my parents' sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, the harder fates denied<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My longer stay, and so I died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If, pitying my sad parents' tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'll spill a tear or two with theirs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with some flowers my grave bestrew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love and they'll thank you for't. Adieu.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p181"></a>181. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HORACE AND LYDIA,<br />TRANSLATED ANNO 1627, AND SET
+BY<br />MR. RO. RAMSEY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Hor.</i> While, Lydia, I was loved of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor any was preferred 'fore me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hug thy whitest neck, than I<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Persian king lived not more happily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lyd.</i> While thou no other didst affect,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor Chloe was of more respect<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than Lydia, far-famed Lydia,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I flourished more than Roman Ilia.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Hor.</i> Now Thracian Chloe governs me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Skilful i' th' harp and melody;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For whose affection, Lydia, I<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(So fate spares her) am well content to die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lyd.</i> My heart now set on fire is<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By Ornithes' son, young Calais,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For whose commutual flames here I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To save his life, twice am content to die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Hor.</i> Say our first loves we should revoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, severed, join in brazen yoke;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Admit I Chloe put away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And love again love-cast-off Lydia?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lyd.</i> Though mine be brighter than the star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou lighter than the cork by far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rough as the Adriatic sea, yet I<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will live with thee, or else for thee will die.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p182"></a>182. THE CAPTIV'D BEE, OR THE LITTLE FILCHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As Julia once a-slumbering lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It chanced a bee did fly that way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After a dew or dew-like shower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tipple freely in a flower.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For some rich flower he took the lip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Julia, and began to sip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when he felt he sucked from thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Honey, and in the quintessence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He drank so much he scarce could stir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So Julia took the pilferer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus surprised, as filchers use,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He thus began himself t' excuse:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet lady-flower, I never brought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hither the least one thieving thought;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, taking those rare lips of yours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For some fresh, fragrant, luscious flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I thought I might there take a taste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where so much syrup ran at waste.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides, know this: I never sting<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flower that gives me nourishing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with a kiss, or thanks, do pay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For honey that I bear away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This said, he laid his little scrip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of honey 'fore her ladyship:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And told her, as some tears did fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That that he took, and that was all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which she smiled, and bade him go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And take his bag; but thus much know:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When next he came a-pilfering so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He should from her full lips derive<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Honey enough to fill his hive.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p185"></a>185. AN ODE TO MASTER ENDYMION PORTER, UPON<br />HIS BROTHER'S DEATH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Not all thy flushing suns are set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Herrick, as yet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frown and look sullen ev'rywhere.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As dead within the west;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, the next morn, regild the fragrant east.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Alas! for me, that I have lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">E'en all almost;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sunk is my sight, set is my sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all the loom of life undone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The staff, the elm, the prop, the shelt'ring wall<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Whereon my vine did crawl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, now blown down; needs must the old stock fall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Yet, Porter, while thou keep'st alive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">In death I thrive:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And like a ph&#339;nix re-aspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From out my nard and fun'ral fire:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as I prune my feathered youth, so I<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Do mar'l how I could die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I had thee, my chief preserver, by.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I'm up, I'm up, and bless that hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Which makes me stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now as I do, and but for thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I must confess I could not be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The debt is paid; for he who doth resign<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thanks to the gen'rous vine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Invites fresh grapes to fill his press with wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Mar'l</i>, marvel.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p186"></a>186. TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM<br />HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Life of my life, 'take not so soon thy flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But stay the time till we have bade good-night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast both wind and tide with thee; thy way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As soon despatch'd is by the night as day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us not then so rudely henceforth go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till we have wept, kissed, sigh'd, shook hands, or so.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's pain in parting, and a kind of hell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When once true lovers take their last farewell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What! shall we two our endless leaves take here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without a sad look or a solemn tear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He knows not love that hath not this truth proved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pay we our vows and go; yet when we part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, even then, I will bequeath my heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into thy loving hands; for I'll keep none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To warm my breast when thou, my pulse, art gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, here I'll last, and walk (a harmless shade)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About this urn wherein thy dust is laid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To guard it so as nothing here shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heavy to hurt those sacred seeds of thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p187"></a>187. THE OLIVE BRANCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sadly I walk'd within the field,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see what comfort it would yield;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as I went my private way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An olive branch before me lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And seeing it I made a stay,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And took it up and view'd it; then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kissing the omen, said Amen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be, be it so, and let this be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A divination unto me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That in short time my woes shall cease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Love shall crown my end with peace.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p189"></a>189. TO CHERRY-BLOSSOMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye may simper, blush and smile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And perfume the air awhile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, sweet things, ye must be gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fruit, ye know, is coming on;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, ah! then, where is your grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas cherries come in place?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p190"></a>190. HOW LILIES CAME WHITE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">White though ye be, yet, lilies, know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the first ye were not so;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I'll tell ye<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What befell ye:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cupid and his mother lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a cloud, while both did play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He with his pretty finger press'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ruby niplet of her breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of which the cream of light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like to a dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fell down on you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And made ye white.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p191"></a>191. TO PANSIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, cruel love! must I endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy many scorns and find no cure?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, are thy medicines made to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Helps to all others but to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll leave thee and to pansies come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comforts you'll afford me some;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can ease my heart and do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What love could ne'er be brought unto.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p192"></a>192. ON GILLY-FLOWERS BEGOTTEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What was't that fell but now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From that warm kiss of ours?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look, look! by love I vow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were two gilly-flowers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's kiss and kiss again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For if so be our closes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make gilly-flowers, then<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm sure they'll fashion roses.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p193"></a>193. THE LILY IN A CRYSTAL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You have beheld a smiling rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When virgins' hands have drawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er it a cobweb-lawn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here you see this lily shows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tomb'd in a crystal stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More fair in this transparent case<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than when it grew alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And had but single grace.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You see how cream but naked is<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor dances in the eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without a strawberry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or some fine tincture like to this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which draws the sight thereto<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More by that wantoning with it<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than when the paler hue<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No mixture did admit.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You see how amber through the streams<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More gently strokes the sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With some conceal'd delight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than when he darts his radiant beams<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into the boundless air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where either too much light his worth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Doth all at once impair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or set it little forth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Put purple grapes or cherries in-<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To glass, and they will send<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More beauty to commend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them from that clean and subtle skin<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than if they naked stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And had no other pride at all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But their own flesh and blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tinctures natural.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus lily, rose, grape, cherry, cream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And strawberry do stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More love when they transfer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A weak, a soft, a broken beam,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Than if they should discover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At full their proper excellence;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without some scene cast over<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To juggle with the sense.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus let this crystal'd lily be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A rule how far to teach<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your nakedness must reach;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that no further than we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Those glaring colours laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By art's wise hand, but to this end<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They should obey a shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lest they too far extend.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So though you're white as swan or snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And have the power to move<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A world of men to love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet when your lawns and silks shall flow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that white cloud divide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a doubtful twilight, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then will your hidden pride<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Raise greater fires in men.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tincture</i>, colour, dye.<br />
+
+<i>Scene</i>, a covering.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p194"></a>194. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like to a bride, come forth, my book, at last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all thy richest jewels overcast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, if there be, 'mongst many gems here, one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deserveless of the name of paragon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blush not at all for that, since we have set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some pearls on queens that have been counterfeit.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p195"></a>195. UPON SOME WOMEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou who wilt not love, do this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Learn of me what woman is.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Something made of thread and thrum.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A mere botch of all and some.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pieces, patches, ropes of hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Inlaid garbage everywhere.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Outside silk and outside lawn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scenes to cheat us neatly drawn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">False in legs, and false in thighs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">False in breast, teeth, hair, and eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">False in head, and false enough;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only true in shreds and stuff.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Thrum</i>, a small thread.<br />
+
+<i>All and some</i>, anything and everything.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p196"></a>196. SUPREME FORTUNE FALLS SOONEST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While leanest beasts in pastures feed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The fattest ox the first must bleed</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p197"></a>197. THE WELCOME TO SACK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smiles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meet after long divorcement by the isles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When love, the child of likeness, urgeth on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their crystal natures to a union:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So meet stolen kisses, when the moony nights<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call forth fierce lovers to their wish'd delights;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">So kings and queens meet, when desire convinces<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All thoughts but such as aim at getting princes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I meet thee. Soul of my life and fame!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eternal lamp of love! whose radiant flame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out-glares the heaven's Osiris,<a name="1.FNanchor_H_8"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_H_8" class="fnanchor">[H]</a> and thy gleams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out-shine the splendour of his mid-day beams.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome, O welcome, my illustrious spouse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome as are the ends unto my vows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aye! far more welcome than the happy soil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sea-scourged merchant, after all his toil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Salutes with tears of joy, when fires betray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The smoky chimneys of his Ithaca.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where hast thou been so long from my embraces,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poor pitied exile? Tell me, did thy graces<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fly discontented hence, and for a time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did rather choose to bless another clime?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or went'st thou to this end, the more to move me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By thy short absence, to desire and love thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why frowns my sweet? Why won't my saint confer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Favours on me, her fierce idolater?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why are those looks, those looks the which have been<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time-past so fragrant, sickly now drawn in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a dull twilight? Tell me, and the fault<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll expiate with sulphur, hair and salt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, with the crystal humour of the spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Purge hence the guilt and kill this quarrelling.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Wo't thou not smile or tell me what's amiss?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have I been cold to hug thee, too remiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too temp'rate in embracing? Tell me, has desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee-ward died i' th' embers, and no fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Left in this rak'd-up ash-heap as a mark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To testify the glowing of a spark?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have I divorc'd thee only to combine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In hot adult'ry with another wine?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True, I confess I left thee, and appeal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas done by me more to confirm my zeal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And double my affection on thee, as do those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose love grows more inflam'd by being foes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to forsake thee ever, could there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A thought of such-like possibility?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thou thyself dar'st say thy isles shall lack<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grapes before Herrick leaves canary sack.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou mak'st me airy, active to be borne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like Iphiclus, upon the tops of corn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou mak'st me nimble, as the winged hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dance and caper on the heads of flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ride the sunbeams. Can there be a thing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the heavenly Isis<a name="1.FNanchor_I_9"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_I_9" class="fnanchor">[I]</a> that can bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More love unto my life, or can present<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My genius with a fuller blandishment?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Illustrious idol! could th' Egyptians seek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Help from the garlic, onion and the leek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pay no vows to thee, who wast their best<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God, and far more transcendent than the rest?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Had Cassius, that weak water-drinker, known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee in thy vine, or had but tasted one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Small chalice of thy frantic liquor, he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the wise Cato, had approv'd of thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had not Jove's son,<a name="1.FNanchor_J_10"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_J_10" class="fnanchor">[J]</a> that brave Tirynthian swain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Invited to the Thesbian banquet, ta'en<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full goblets of thy gen'rous blood, his sprite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er had kept heat for fifty maids that night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, come and kiss me; love and lust commends<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee and thy beauties; kiss, we will be friends<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too strong for fate to break us. Look upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me with that full pride of complexion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As queens meet queens, or come thou unto me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Cleopatra came to Anthony,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When her high carriage did at once present<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the triumvir love and wonderment.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swell up my nerves with spirit; let my blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Run through my veins like to a hasty flood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fill each part full of fire, active to do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What thy commanding soul shall put it to;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And till I turn apostate to thy love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which here I vow to serve, do not remove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy fires from me, but Apollo's curse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blast these-like actions, or a thing that's worse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When these circumstants shall but live to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The time that I prevaricate from thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call me the son of beer, and then confine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me to the tap, the toast, the turf; let wine<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er shine upon me; may my numbers all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Run to a sudden death and funeral.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And last, when thee, dear spouse, I disavow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er may prophetic Daphne crown my brow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Convinces</i>, overcomes.<br />
+
+<i>Ithaca</i>, the home of the wanderer Ulysses.<br />
+
+<i>Iphiclus</i> won the foot-race at the funeral games of Pelias.<br />
+
+<i>Circumstants</i>, surroundings.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p198"></a>198. IMPOSSIBILITIES TO HIS FRIEND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My faithful friend, if you can see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fruit to grow up, or the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you can see the colour come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the blushing pear or plum;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you can see the water grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cakes of ice or flakes of snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you can see that drop of rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lost in the wild sea once again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you can see how dreams do creep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the brain by easy sleep:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then there is hope that you may see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her love me once who now hates me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p201"></a>201. TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD<br />VERSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now is the time for mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor cheek or tongue be dumb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, with the flowery earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The golden pomp is come.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The golden pomp is come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For now each tree does wear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of her pap and gum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rich beads of amber here.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now reigns the rose, and now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Th' Arabian dew besmears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My uncontrolled brow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my retorted hairs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Homer, this health to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In sack of such a kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That it would make thee see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though thou wert ne'er so blind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Next, Virgil I'll call forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To pledge this second health<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In wine, whose each cup's worth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An Indian commonwealth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A goblet next I'll drink<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Ovid, and suppose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made he the pledge, he'd think<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The world had all one nose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then this immensive cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of aromatic wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Catullus, I quaff up<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To that terse muse of thine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wild I am now with heat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O Bacchus, cool thy rays!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, frantic, I shall eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy thyrse and bite the bays.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Round, round the roof does run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, being ravish'd thus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, I will drink a tun<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To my Propertius.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, to Tibullus, next,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This flood I drink to thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But stay, I see a text<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That this presents to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Behold, Tibullus lies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here burnt, whose small return<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of ashes scarce suffice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To fill a little urn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trust to good verses then;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They only will aspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When pyramids, as men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are lost i' th' funeral fire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when all bodies meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Lethe to be drown'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then only numbers sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With endless life are crown'd.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Retorted</i>, bound back, "retorto crine," <i>Martial</i>.<br />
+
+<i>Immensive</i>, measureless.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p202"></a>202. FAIR DAYS: OR, DAWNS DECEITFUL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair was the dawn, and but e'en now the skies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show'd like to cream inspir'd with strawberries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But on a sudden all was chang'd and gone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That smil'd in that first sweet complexion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then thunder-claps and lightning did conspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tear the world, or set it all on fire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What trust to things below, whenas we see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As men, the heavens have their hypocrisy?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p203"></a>203. LIPS TONGUELESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For my part, I never care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For those lips that tongue-tied are:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell-tales I would have them be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my mistress and of me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let them prattle how that I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes freeze and sometimes fry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let them tell how she doth move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fore or backward in her love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let them speak by gentle tones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One and th' other's passions:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How we watch, and seldom sleep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How by willows we do weep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How by stealth we meet, and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss, and sigh, so part again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This the lips we will permit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to tell, not publish it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p204"></a>204. TO THE FEVER, NOT TO TROUBLE JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou'st dar'd too far; but, fury, now forbear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give the least disturbance to her hair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But less presume to lay a plait upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her skin's most smooth and clear expansion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis like a lawny firmament as yet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite dispossess'd of either fray or fret.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come thou not near that film so finely spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no one piece is yet unlevelled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This if thou dost, woe to thee, fury, woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll send such frost, such hail, such sleet, and snow,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Such flesh-quakes, palsies, and such fears as shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead thee to th' most, if not destroy thee all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou a thousand thousand times shalt be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More shak'd thyself than she is scorch'd by thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p205"></a>205. TO VIOLETS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome, maids-of-honour!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You do bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In the spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wait upon her.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She has virgins many,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fresh and fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Yet you are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More sweet than any.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You're the maiden posies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And so grac'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To be plac'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Fore damask roses.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet, though thus respected,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By-and-by<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ye do lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poor girls, neglected.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p207"></a>207. TO CARNATIONS. A SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stay while ye will, or go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And leave no scent behind ye:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, trust me, I shall know<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The place where I may find ye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Within my Lucia's cheek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose livery ye wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Play ye at hide or seek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm sure to find ye there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p208"></a>208. TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Old time is still a-flying:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this same flower that smiles to-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To-morrow will be dying.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The higher he's a-getting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sooner will his race be run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And nearer he's to setting.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That age is best which is the first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When youth and blood are warmer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But being spent, the worse, and worst<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Times still succeed the former.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then be not coy, but use your time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And while ye may go marry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For having lost but once your prime<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You may for ever tarry.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p209"></a>209. SAFETY TO LOOK TO ONESELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For my neighbour I'll not know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether high he builds or no:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only this I'll look upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Firm be my foundation.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sound or unsound, let it be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis the lot ordain'd for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He who to the ground does fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Has not whence to sink at all</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p210"></a>210. TO HIS FRIEND, ON THE UNTUNABLE TIMES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Play I could once; but, gentle friend, you see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My harp hung up here on the willow tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing I could once; and bravely, too, inspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With luscious numbers my melodious lyre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draw I could once, although not stocks or stones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amphion-like, men made of flesh and bones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whither I would; but ah! I know not how,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I feel in me this transmutation now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grief, my dear friend, has first my harp unstrung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wither'd my hand, and palsy-struck my tongue.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p211"></a>211. HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Only a little more<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have to write,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then I'll give o'er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bid the world good-night.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis but a flying minute<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I must stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or linger in it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then I must away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O time that cut'st down all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And scarce leav'st here<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Memorial<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of any men that were.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How many lie forgot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In vaults beneath?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And piecemeal rot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without a fame in death?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Behold this living stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I rear for me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ne'er to be thrown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down, envious Time, by thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pillars let some set up<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If so they please:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here is my hope<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my Pyramides.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p212"></a>212. SAFETY ON THE SHORE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ships have been drown'd where late they danc'd before.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p213"></a>213. A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE<br />CHARLES. PRESENTED TO THE KING,
+AND SET BY<br />MR. NIC. LANIERE.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="cpoem40">
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><i>The Speakers</i>, Mirtillo, Amintas <i>and</i> Amarillis.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><i>Amin.</i> Good-day, Mirtillo. <i>Mirt.</i> And to you no less,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Amar.</i> With all white luck to you. <i>Mirt.</i> But say, what news<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stirs in our sheep-walk? <i>Amin.</i> None, save that my ewes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wethers, lambs, and wanton kids are well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smooth, fair and fat! none better I can tell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or that this day Menalcas keeps a feast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For his sheep-shearers. <i>Mirt.</i> True, these are the least;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, dear Amintas and sweet Amarillis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest but a while here, by this bank of lilies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lend a gentle ear to one report<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The country has. <i>Amin.</i> From whence? <i>Amar.</i> From whence? <i>Mirt.</i> The Court.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three days before the shutting in of May<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(With whitest wool be ever crown'd that day!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To all our joy a sweet-fac'd child was born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More tender than the childhood of the morn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Chor.</i> Pan pipe to him, and bleats of lambs and sheep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let lullaby the pretty prince asleep!<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Mirt.</i> And that his birth should be more singular<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At noon of day was seen a silver star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright as the wise men's torch which guided them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To God's sweet babe, when born at Bethlehem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While golden angels (some have told to me)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sung out his birth with heavenly minstrelsy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Amin.</i> O rare! But is't a trespass if we three<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should wend along his babyship to see?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Mirt.</i> Not so, not so.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Chor.</i> But if it chance to prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At most a fault, 'tis but a fault of love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Amar.</i> But, dear Mirtillo, I have heard it told<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those learned men brought incense, myrrh and gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From countries far, with store of spices sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laid them down for offerings at his feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Mirt.</i> 'Tis true, indeed; and each of us will bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto our smiling and our blooming king<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A neat, though not so great an offering.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Amar.</i> A garland for my gift shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of flowers ne'er suck'd by th' thieving bee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all most sweet; yet all less sweet than he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Amin.</i> And I will bear, along with you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaves dropping down the honeyed dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With oaten pipes as sweet as new.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Mirt.</i> And I a sheep-hook will bestow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have his little kingship know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he is prince, he's shepherd too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Chor.</i> Come, let's away, and quickly let's be dress'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And quickly give&mdash;<i>the swiftest grace is best</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when before him we have laid our treasures,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll bless the babe, then back to country pleasures.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>White</i>, favourable.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p214"></a>214. TO THE LARK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good speed, for I this day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betimes my matins say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because I do<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Begin to woo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet-singing lark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be thou the clerk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And know thy when<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To say, Amen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And if I prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bless'd in my love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then thou shalt be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">High-priest to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At my return,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To incense burn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so to solemnise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's and my sacrifice.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p215"></a>215. THE BUBBLE. A SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To my revenge and to her desperate fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the wild air when thou hast rolled about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, like a blasting planet, found her out.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye, then glare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a dreadful comet in the air:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, when thou dost perceive her fixed sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thy revenge to be most opposite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, like a globe or ball of wild-fire, fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And break thyself in shivers on her eye.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p216"></a>216. A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are a tulip seen to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, dearest, of so short a stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That where you grew scarce man can say.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are a lovely July-flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet one rude wind or ruffling shower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will force you hence, and in an hour.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are a sparkling rose i' th' bud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet lost ere that chaste flesh and blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can show where you or grew or stood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are a full-spread, fair-set vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And can with tendrils love entwine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet dried ere you distil your wine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are like balm enclosed well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In amber, or some crystal shell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are a dainty violet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet wither'd ere you can be set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the virgin's coronet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are the queen all flowers among,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But die you must, fair maid, ere long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he, the maker of this song.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p217"></a>217. THE BLEEDING HAND; OR, THE SPRIG OF<br />EGLANTINE GIVEN TO A MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From this bleeding hand of mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take this sprig of eglantine,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, though sweet unto your smell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the fretful briar will tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He who plucks the sweets shall prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many thorns to be in love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p218"></a>218. LYRIC FOR LEGACIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gold I've none, for use or show,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neither silver to bestow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At my death; but this much know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That each lyric here shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my love a legacy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Left to all posterity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gentle friends, then do but please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To accept such coins as these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my last remembrances.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p219"></a>219. A DIRGE UPON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT<br />VALIANT LORD, BERNARD STUART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Hence, hence, profane! soft silence let us have<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While we this trental sing about thy grave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Had wolves or tigers seen but thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They would have showed civility;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, in compassion of thy years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Washed those thy purple wounds with tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But since thou'rt slain, and in thy fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The drooping kingdom suffers all;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This we will do, we'll daily come<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And offer tears upon thy tomb:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And if that they will not suffice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Thou shall have souls for sacrifice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep in thy peace, while we with spice perfume thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cedar wash thee, that no times consume thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Live, live thou dost, and shall; for why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Souls do not with their bodies die</i>:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ignoble offsprings, they may fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into the flames of funeral:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whenas the chosen seed shall spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fresh, and for ever flourishing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And times to come shall, weeping, read thy glory<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Less in these marble stones than in thy story.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Trental</i>, a dirge; but see <a href="#1.n219i">Note</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Cedar</i>, oil of cedar.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p220"></a>220. TO PERENNA, A MISTRESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dear Perenna, prithee come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with smallage dress my tomb:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Add a cypress sprig thereto,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a tear, and so Adieu.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Smallage</i>, water-parsley.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p223"></a>223. THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL<br />
+DEDICATED TO MR. JOHN MERRIFIELD,<br />COUNSELLOR-AT-LAW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rare temples thou hast seen, I know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rich for in and outward show:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Survey this chapel, built alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without or lime, or wood, or stone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then say if one thou'st seen more fine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than this, the fairies' once, now thine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">THE TEMPLE.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A way enchased with glass and beads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is, that to the chapel leads:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose structure, for his holy rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is here the halcyon's curious nest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the which who looks shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His temple of idolatry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where he of godheads has such store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Rome's pantheon had not more.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His house of Rimmon this he calls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Girt with small bones instead of walls.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First, in a niche, more black than jet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His idol-cricket there is set:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then in a polished oval by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There stands his idol-beetle-fly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next in an arch, akin to this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His idol-canker seated is:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then in a round is placed by these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His golden god, Cantharides.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that, where'er ye look, ye see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No capital, no cornice free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or frieze, from this fine frippery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now this the fairies would have known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Theirs is a mixed religion:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some have heard the elves it call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part pagan, part papistical.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If unto me all tongues were granted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I could not speak the saints here painted.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saint Tit, Saint Nit, Saint Is, Saint Itis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who 'gainst Mab's-state placed here right is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saint Will o' th' Wisp, of no great bigness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But <i>alias</i> called here <i>Fatuus ignis</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saint Frip, Saint Trip, Saint Fill, Saint Fillie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neither those other saintships will I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here go about for to recite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their number, almost infinite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which one by one here set down are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this most curious calendar.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First, at the entrance of the gate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little puppet-priest doth wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who squeaks to all the comers there:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Favour your tongues who enter here;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Pure hands bring hither without stain.</i>"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A second pules: "<i>Hence, hence, profane!</i>"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hard by, i' th' shell of half a nut,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The holy-water there is put:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little brush of squirrel's hairs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Composed of odd, not even pairs,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stands in the platter, or close by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To purge the fairy family.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near to the altar stands the priest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There off'ring up the Holy Grist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ducking in mood and perfect tense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With (much-good-do-'t him) reverence.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The altar is not here four-square,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor in a form triangular,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor made of glass, or wood, or stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But of a little transverse bone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which boys and bruckel'd children call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Playing for points and pins) cockal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose linen drapery is a thin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Subtile and ductile codlin's skin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which o'er the board is smoothly spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With little seal-work damasked.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fringe that circumbinds it too<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is spangle-work of trembling dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, gently gleaming, makes a show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like frost-work glitt'ring on the snow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon this fetuous board doth stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Something for show-bread, and at hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just in the middle of the altar,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon an end, the fairy-psalter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grac'd with the trout-flies' curious wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which serve for watchet ribbonings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, we must know, the elves are led<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right by the rubric which they read.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, if report of them be true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have their text for what they do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aye, and their book of canons too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as Sir Thomas Parson tells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have their book of articles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, if that fairy-knight not lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have their book of homilies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And other scriptures that design<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A short but righteous discipline.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The basin stands the board upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To take the free oblation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little pin-dust, which they hold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More precious than we prize our gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which charity they give to many<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poor of the parish, if there's any.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the ends of these neat rails,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hatch'd with the silver-light of snails,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The elves in formal manner fix<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two pure and holy candlesticks:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In either which a small tall bent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Burns for the altar's ornament.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For sanctity they have to these<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Their curious copes and surplices<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of cleanest cobweb hanging by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In their religious vestery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have their ash-pans and their brooms<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To purge the chapel and the rooms;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their many mumbling Mass-priests here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And many a dapper chorister,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their ush'ring vergers, here likewise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their canons and their chanteries.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of cloister-monks they have enow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aye, and their abbey-lubbers too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, if their legend do not lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They much affect the papacy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And since the last is dead, there's hope<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Elf Boniface shall next be pope</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have their cups and chalices;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their pardons and indulgences;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their beads of nits, bells, books, and wax<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Candles, forsooth, and other knacks;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their holy oil, their fasting spittle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their sacred salt here, not a little;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dry chips, old shoes, rags, grease and bones;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside their fumigations<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To drive the devil from the cod-piece<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the friar (of work an odd piece).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a trifle, too, and trinket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for what use, scarce man would think it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, then, upon the chanters' side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An apple's core is hung up dri'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With rattling kernels, which is rung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To call to morn and even-song.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The saint to which the most he prays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And offers incense nights and days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lady of the lobster is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose foot-pace he doth stroke and kiss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And humbly chives of saffron brings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For his most cheerful offerings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, after these, h'as paid his vows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He lowly to the altar bows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then he dons the silk-worm's shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a Turk's turban on his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And reverently departeth thence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hid in a cloud of frankincense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And by the glow-worm's light well guided,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goes to the feast that's now provided.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Halcyon</i>, king-fisher.<br />
+
+<i>Saint Tit</i>, etc., see <a href="#1.n223i">Note</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Mab's-state</i>, Mab's chair of state.<br />
+
+<i>Bruckel'd</i>, begrimed.<br />
+
+<i>Cockal</i>, a game played with four huckle-bones.<br />
+
+<i>Codlin</i>, an apple.<br />
+
+<i>Fetuous</i>, feat, neat.<br />
+
+<i>Watchet</i>, pale blue.<br />
+
+<i>Hatch'd</i>, inlaid.<br />
+
+<i>Bent</i>, bent grass.<br />
+
+<i>Nits</i>, nuts.<br />
+
+<i>The lady of the lobster</i>, part of the lobster's apparatus for
+digestion.<br />
+
+<i>Foot-pace</i>, a mat.<br />
+
+<i>Chives</i>, shreds.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p224"></a>224. TO MISTRESS KATHERINE BRADSHAW, THE<br />LOVELY, THAT CROWNED HIM WITH
+LAUREL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My muse in meads has spent her many hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sitting, and sorting several sorts of flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make for others garlands, and to set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On many a head here many a coronet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, amongst all encircled here, not one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave her a day of coronation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till you, sweet mistress, came and interwove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A laurel for her, ever young as love&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You first of all crown'd her: she must of due<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Render for that a crown of life to you.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p225"></a>225. THE PLAUDITE, OR END OF LIFE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If, after rude and boisterous seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wearied pinnace here finds ease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so it be I've gained the shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With safety of a faithful oar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If, having run my barque on ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye see the aged vessel crown'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What's to be done, but on the sands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye dance and sing and now clap hands?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first act's doubtful, but we say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is the last commends the play.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p226"></a>226. TO THE MOST VIRTUOUS MISTRESS POT, WHO<br />MANY TIMES ENTERTAINED HIM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I through all my many poems look,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see yourself to beautify my book,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methinks that only lustre doth appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A light fulfilling all the region here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gild still with flames this firmament, and be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lamp eternal to my poetry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, if it now or shall hereafter shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas by your splendour, lady, not by mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The oil was yours; and that I owe for yet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He pays the half who does confess the debt</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p227"></a>227. TO MUSIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Charm me asleep and melt me so<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With thy delicious numbers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, being ravished, hence I go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away in easy slumbers.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Ease my sick head<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And make my bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou power that canst sever<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From me this ill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And quickly still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Though thou not kill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">My fever.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou sweetly canst convert the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From a consuming fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a gentle-licking flame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And make it thus expire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Then make me weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My pains asleep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And give me such reposes<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That I, poor I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May think thereby<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I live and die<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">'Mongst roses.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fall on me like a silent dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or like those maiden showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, by the peep of day, do strew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A baptism o'er the flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Melt, melt my pains<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With thy soft strains;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That, having ease me given,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With full delight<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I leave this light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And take my flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p228"></a>228. UPON A GENTLEWOMAN WITH A SWEET VOICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So long you did not sing or touch your lute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We knew 'twas flesh and blood that there sat mute.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when your playing and your voice came in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas no more you then, but a cherubin.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p229"></a>229. UPON CUPID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As lately I a garland bound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mongst roses I there Cupid found;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I took him, put him in my cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drunk with wine, I drank him up.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hence then it is that my poor breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could never since find any rest.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p230"></a>230. UPON JULIA'S BREASTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Display thy breasts, my Julia&mdash;there let me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold that circummortal purity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between whose glories there my lips I'll lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ravish'd in that fair <i>via lactea</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Circummortal</i>, more than mortal.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p231"></a>231. BEST TO BE MERRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fools are they who never know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How the times away do go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for us, who wisely see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the bounds of black death be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's live merrily, and thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gratify the Genius.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p232"></a>232. THE CHANGES TO CORINNA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be not proud, but now incline<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your soft ear to discipline.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You have changes in your life&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes peace and sometimes strife;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You have ebbs of face and flows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As your health or comes or goes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You have hopes, and doubts, and fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Numberless, as are your hairs.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You have pulses that do beat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High, and passions less of heat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You are young, but must be old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, to these, ye must be told<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time ere long will come and plough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loathed furrows in your brow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the dimness of your eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will no other thing imply<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But you must die<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As well as I.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p234"></a>234. NEGLECT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Art quickens nature; care will make a face;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Neglected beauty perisheth apace.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p235"></a>235. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mop-eyed I am, as some have said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because I've lived so long a maid:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But grant that I should wedded be,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Should I a jot the better see?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, I should think that marriage might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather than mend, put out the light.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Mop-eyed</i>, shortsighted.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p236"></a>236. UPON A PHYSICIAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou cam'st to cure me, doctor, of my cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And caught'st thyself the more by twenty fold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prithee go home; and for thy credit be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First cured thyself, then come and cure me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p238"></a>238. TO THE ROSE. A SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go, happy rose, and interwove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With other flowers, bind my love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her, too, she must not be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Longer flowing, longer free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That so oft has fetter'd me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Say, if she's fretful, I have bands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of pearl and gold to bind her hands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her, if she struggle still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have myrtle rods (at will)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to tame, though not to kill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take thou my blessing, thus, and go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell her this, but do not so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest a handsome anger fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a lightning, from her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And burn thee up as well as I.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p240"></a>240. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But like a laurel to grow green for ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p241"></a>241. UPON A PAINTED GENTLEWOMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Men say y'are fair, and fair ye are, 'tis true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p243"></a>243. DRAW-GLOVES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">At draw-gloves we'll play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And prithee let's lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wager, and let it be this:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who first to the sum<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of twenty shall come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall have for his winning a kiss.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Draw-gloves</i>, a game of talking by the fingers.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p244"></a>244. TO MUSIC, TO BECALM A SWEET-SICK YOUTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On this sick youth work your enchantments here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bind up his senses with your numbers so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to entrance his pain, or cure his woe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fall gently, gently, and a while him keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lost in the civil wilderness of sleep:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, then let him, dispossessed of pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a slumb'ring bride, awake again.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p245"></a>245. TO THE HIGH AND NOBLE PRINCE GEORGE, DUKE,<br />MARQUIS, AND EARL OF
+BUCKINGHAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never my book's perfection did appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till I had got the name of Villars here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now 'tis so full that when therein I look<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I see a cloud of glory fills my book.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here stand it still to dignify our Muse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your sober handmaid, who doth wisely choose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your name to be a laureate wreath to her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who doth both love and fear you, honoured sir.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p246"></a>246. HIS RECANTATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Love, I recant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And pardon crave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lately I offended;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But 'twas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To make a brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no disdain intended.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">No more I'll vaunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For now I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou only hast the power<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To find<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And bind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A heart that's free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And slave it in an hour.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p247"></a>247. THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So good luck came, and on my roof did light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not all at once, but gently, as the trees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are by the sunbeams tickled by degrees.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p248"></a>248. THE PRESENT; OR, THE BAG OF THE BEE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And say thou bring'st this honey bag from me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p249"></a>249. ON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love bade me ask a gift,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I no more did move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But this, that I might shift<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Still with my clothes my love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That favour granted was;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since which, though I love many,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet so it comes to pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That long I love not any.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p250"></a>250. THE HOCK-CART OR HARVEST HOME. TO THE<br />RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY,
+EARL OF<br />WESTMORELAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, sons of summer, by whose toil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We are the lords of wine and oil:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By whose tough labours and rough hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We rip up first, then reap our lands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crowned with the ears of corn, now come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to the pipe sing harvest home.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come forth, my lord, and see the cart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dressed up with all the country art:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See here a maukin, there a sheet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As spotless pure as it is sweet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The horses, mares, and frisking fillies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clad all in linen white as lilies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The harvest swains and wenches bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For joy, to see the hock-cart crowned.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the cart, hear how the rout<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of rural younglings raise the shout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pressing before, some coming after,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those with a shout, and these with laughter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some bless the cart, some kiss the sheaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some prank them up with oaken leaves:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some cross the fill-horse, some with great<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devotion stroke the home-borne wheat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While other rustics, less attent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To prayers than to merriment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Run after with their breeches rent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, on, brave boys, to your lord's hearth,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Glitt'ring with fire, where, for your mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye shall see first the large and chief<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Foundation of your feast, fat beef:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With upper stories, mutton, veal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bacon (which makes full the meal),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sev'ral dishes standing by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As here a custard, there a pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here all-tempting frumenty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for to make the merry cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If smirking wine be wanting here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's that which drowns all care, stout beer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which freely drink to your lord's health,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to the plough, the commonwealth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next to your flails, your fans, your fats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to the maids with wheaten hats:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the rough sickle, and crook'd scythe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drink, frolic boys, till all be blithe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feed, and grow fat; and as ye eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be mindful that the lab'ring neat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As you, may have their fill of meat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And know, besides, ye must revoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The patient ox unto the yoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all go back unto the plough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And harrow, though they're hanged up now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, you must know, your lord's word's true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feed him ye must, whose food fills you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that this pleasure is like rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not sent ye for to drown your pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for to make it spring again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Maukin</i>, a cloth.<br />
+
+<i>Fill-horse</i>, shaft-horse.<br />
+
+<i>Frumenty</i>, wheat boiled in milk.<br />
+
+<i>Fats</i>, vats.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p251"></a>251. THE PERFUME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For some small fault to offer sacrifice:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The altar's ready: fire to consume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fat; breathe thou, and there's the rich perfume.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p252"></a>252. UPON HER VOICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let but thy voice engender with the string,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And angels will be born while thou dost sing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p253"></a>253. NOT TO LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He that will not love must be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My scholar, and learn this of me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There be in love as many fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the summer's corn has ears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sighs, and sobs, and sorrows more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than the sand that makes the shore:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Freezing cold and fiery heats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fainting swoons and deadly sweats;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now an ague, then a fever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both tormenting lovers ever.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would'st thou know, besides all these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How hard a woman 'tis to please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How cross, how sullen, and how soon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shifts and changes like the moon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How false, how hollow she's in heart:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And how she is her own least part:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How high she's priz'd, and worth but small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little thou'lt love, or not at all.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p254"></a>254. TO MUSIC. A SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That strik'st a stillness into hell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou that tam'st tigers, and fierce storms that rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With thy soul-melting lullabies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fall down, down, down from those thy chiming spheres,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To charm our souls, as thou enchant'st our ears.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p255"></a>255. TO THE WESTERN WIND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet western wind, whose luck it is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made rival with the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give Perenna's lip a kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fan her wanton hair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring me but one, I'll promise thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Instead of common showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all beset with flowers.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p256"></a>256. UPON THE DEATH OF HIS SPARROW.<br />AN ELEGY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why do not all fresh maids appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To work love's sampler only here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where spring-time smiles throughout the year?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are not here rosebuds, pinks, all flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature begets by th' sun and showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Met in one hearse-cloth to o'erspread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The body of the under-dead?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Phil, the late dead, the late dead dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O! may no eye distil a tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For you once lost, who weep not here!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had Lesbia, too-too kind, but known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This sparrow, she had scorn'd her own:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for this dead which under lies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wept out her heart, as well as eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, endless peace, sit here and keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Phil the time he has to sleep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thousand virgins come and weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make these flowery carpets show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fresh as their blood, and ever grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till passengers shall spend their doom:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not Virgil's gnat had such a tomb.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Phil</i>, otherwise Philip or Phip, was a pet name for a sparrow.<br />
+
+<i>Virgil's gnat</i>, the <i>Culex</i> attributed to Virgil.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p257"></a>257. TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Speak grief in you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Who were but born<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Just as the modest morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Teem'd her refreshing dew?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alas! you have not known that shower<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That mars a flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nor felt th' unkind<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Breath of a blasting wind,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Nor are ye worn with years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or warp'd as we,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Who think it strange to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To speak by tears before ye have a tongue.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Speak, whimp'ring younglings, and make known<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The reason why<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ye droop and weep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Is it for want of sleep?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or childish lullaby?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or that ye have not seen as yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The violet?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or brought a kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From that sweetheart to this?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">No, no, this sorrow shown<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">By your tears shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Would have this lecture read:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That things of greatest, so of meanest worth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conceiv'd with grief are, and with tears brought forth.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p258"></a>258. HOW ROSES CAME RED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Roses at first were white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till they could not agree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether my Sappho's breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or they more white should be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, being vanquish'd quite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A blush their cheeks bespread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since which, believe the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The roses first came red.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p259"></a>259. COMFORT TO A LADY UPON THE DEATH OF<br />HER HUSBAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dry your sweet cheek, long drown'd with sorrow's rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since, clouds dispers'd, suns gild the air again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seas chafe and fret, and beat, and overboil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But turn soon after calm as balm or oil.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winds have their time to rage; but when they cease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The leafy trees nod in a still-born peace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your storm is over; lady, now appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to the peeping springtime of the year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Off then with grave clothes; put fresh colours on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flow and flame in your vermilion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon your cheek sat icicles awhile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now let the rose reign like a queen, and smile.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p260"></a>260. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love on a day, wise poets tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some time in wrangling spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether the violets should excel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or she, in sweetest scent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Venus having lost the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor girls, she fell on you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And beat ye so, as some dare say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her blows did make ye blue.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p262"></a>262. TO THE WILLOW-TREE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou art to all lost love the best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The only true plant found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherewith young men and maids distres't,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And left of love, are crown'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When once the lover's rose is dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or laid aside forlorn:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then willow-garlands 'bout the head<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bedew'd with tears are worn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When with neglect, the lovers' bane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor maids rewarded be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For their love lost, their only gain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is but a wreath from thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And underneath thy cooling shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When weary of the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The love-spent youth and love-sick maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come to weep out the night.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p263"></a>263. MRS. ELIZ. WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF<br />THE LOST SHEPHERDESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Among the myrtles as I walk'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, said I, in deep distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where I may find my shepherdess.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou fool, said Love, know'st thou not this?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In everything that's sweet she is.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">In yond' carnation go and seek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There thou shalt find her lip and cheek:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that enamell'd pansy by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There thou shalt have her curious eye:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In bloom of peach and rose's bud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There waves the streamer of her blood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis true, said I, and thereupon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I went to pluck them one by one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make of parts a union:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But on a sudden all were gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which I stopp'd; said Love, these be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The true resemblances of thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, as these flowers, thy joys must die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the turning of an eye:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all thy hopes of her must wither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like those short sweets, ere knit together.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p264"></a>264. TO THE KING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If when these lyrics, Cæsar, you shall hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that Apollo shall so touch your ear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As for to make this, that, or any one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Number your own, by free adoption;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That verse, of all the verses here, shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heir to this <i>great realm of poetry</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p265"></a>265. TO THE QUEEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Goddess of youth, and lady of the spring,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Most fit to be the consort to a king</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be pleas'd to rest you in this sacred grove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beset with myrtles, whose each leaf drops love.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a sweet-fac'd wood-nymph here is seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which chaste order you are now the queen:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Witness their homage when they come and strew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your walks with flowers, and give their crowns to you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your leafy throne, with lily-work possess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be both princess here and poetess.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p266"></a>266. THE POET'S GOOD WISHES FOR THE<br />MOST HOPEFUL AND HANDSOME PRINCE,<br />THE DUKE OF YORK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">May his pretty dukeship grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like t'a rose of Jericho:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter far than ever yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Showers or sunshines could beget.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May the Graces and the Hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strew his hopes and him with flowers:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so dress him up with love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to be the chick of Jove.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May the thrice-three sisters sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him the sovereign of their spring:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And entitle none to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prince of Helicon but he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May his soft foot, where it treads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gardens thence produce and meads:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And those meadows full be set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the rose and violet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May his ample name be known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the last succession:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his actions high be told<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the world, but writ in gold.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p267"></a>267. TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM<br />ANYTHING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bid me to live, and I will live<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy Protestant to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or bid me love, and I will give<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A loving heart to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A heart as soft, a heart as kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A heart as sound and free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in the whole world thou canst find,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That heart I'll give to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bid that heart stay, and it will stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To honour thy decree:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or bid it languish quite away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And't shall do so for thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bid me to weep, and I will weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While I have eyes to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, having none, yet I will keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A heart to weep for thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bid me despair, and I'll despair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under that cypress-tree:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or bid me die, and I will dare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en death to die for thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou art my life, my love, my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The very eyes of me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hast command of every part<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To live and die for thee.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p268"></a>268. PREVISION OR PROVISION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>That prince takes soon enough the victor's room</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Who first provides not to be overcome.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p269"></a>269. OBEDIENCE IN SUBJECTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>The gods to kings the judgment give to sway:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The subjects only glory to obey.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p270"></a>270. MORE POTENT, LESS PECCANT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Enfeebles much the seeds of wickedness.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p271"></a>271. UPON A MAID THAT DIED THE DAY SHE WAS<br />MARRIED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That morn which saw me made a bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The evening witness'd that I died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those holy lights, wherewith they guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the bed the bashful bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Serv'd but as tapers for to burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And light my relics to their urn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This epitaph, which here you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Supplied the epithalamy.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p274"></a>274. TO MEADOWS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye have been fresh and green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye have been fill'd with flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ye the walks have been<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where maids have spent their hours.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">You have beheld how they<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With wicker arks did come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kiss and bear away<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The richer cowslips home.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Y'ave heard them sweetly sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And seen them in a round:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each virgin like a spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With honeysuckles crown'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But now we see none here<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose silvery feet did tread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with dishevell'd hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Adorn'd this smoother mead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like unthrifts, having spent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your stock and needy grown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Y'are left here to lament<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your poor estates, alone.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Round</i>, a rustic dance.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p275"></a>275. CROSSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though good things answer many good intents,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Crosses do still bring forth the best events</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p276"></a>276. MISERIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No life is yet life-proof from misery</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p278"></a>278. TO HIS HOUSEHOLD GODS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rise, household gods, and let us go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But whither I myself not know.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First, let us dwell on rudest seas;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, with severest savages;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Last, let us make our best abode<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where human foot as yet ne'er trod:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Search worlds of ice, and rather there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dwell than in loathed Devonshire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p279"></a>279. TO THE NIGHTINGALE AND ROBIN REDBREAST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I departed am, ring thou my knell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou pitiful and pretty Philomel:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when I'm laid out for a corse, then be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou sexton, redbreast, for to cover me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p280"></a>280. TO THE YEW AND CYPRESS TO GRACE HIS<br />FUNERAL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Both you two have<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Relation to the grave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The funeral-trump sounds, you are there,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">I shall be made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Ere long, a fleeting shade:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Pray, come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And do some honour to my tomb.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">Do not deny<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">My last request; for I<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thankful to you, or friends, for me.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p281"></a>281. I CALL AND I CALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I call, I call: who do ye call?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maids to catch this cowslip ball:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But since these cowslips fading be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Troth, leave the flowers, and, maids, take me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, if that neither you will do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speak but the word and I'll take you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p282"></a>282. ON A PERFUMED LADY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You say you're sweet; how should we know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether that you be sweet or no?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From powders and perfumes keep free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then we shall smell how sweet you be.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p283"></a>283. A NUPTIAL SONG OR EPITHALAMY ON SIR<br />CLIPSEBY CREW AND HIS LADY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What's that we see from far? the spring of day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bloom'd from the east, or fair enjewell'd May<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Blown out of April, or some new<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Star filled with glory to our view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Reaching at heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To add a nobler planet to the seven?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Say, or do we not descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some goddess in a cloud of tiffany<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To move, or rather the<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Emergent Venus from the sea?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis she! 'tis she! or else some more divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enlightened substance; mark how from the shrine<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of holy saints she paces on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Treading upon vermilion<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And amber: spic-<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">ing the chaft air with fumes of Paradise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Then come on, come on and yield<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A savour like unto a blessed field<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">When the bedabbled morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Washes the golden ears of corn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See where she comes; and smell how all the street<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathes vineyards and pomegranates: O how sweet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As a fir'd altar is each stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Perspiring pounded cinnamon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">The ph&#339;nix' nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Built up of odours, burneth in her breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Who, therein, would not consume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His soul to ash-heaps in that rich perfume?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Bestroking fate the while<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">He burns to embers on the pile.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hymen, O Hymen! tread the sacred ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show thy white feet and head with marjoram crown'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Mount up thy flames and let thy torch<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Display the bridegroom in the porch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">In his desires<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More towering, more disparkling than thy fires:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Show her how his eyes do turn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And roll about, and in their motions burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Their balls to cinders: haste<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or else to ashes he will waste.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glide by the banks of virgins, then, and pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The showers of roses, lucky four-leav'd grass:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The while the cloud of younglings sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And drown ye with a flowery spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">While some repeat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your praise and bless you, sprinkling you with wheat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">While that others do divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Bless'd is the bride on whom the sun doth shine</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And thousands gladly wish<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You multiply as doth a fish.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And, beauteous bride, we do confess y'are wise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In dealing forth these bashful jealousies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In love's name do so; and a price<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Set on yourself by being nice:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">But yet take heed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What now you seem be not the same indeed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And turn apostate: love will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part of the way be met or sit stone-still.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">On, then, and though you slow-<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">ly go, yet, howsoever, go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now y'are entered; see the coddled cook<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Runs from his torrid zone to pry and look<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">And bless his dainty mistress: see<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The aged point out, "This is she<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Who now must sway<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The house (love shield her) with her yea and nay":<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the smirk butler thinks it<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sin in's napery not to express his wit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Each striving to devise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Some gin wherewith to catch your eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To bed, to bed, kind turtles, now, and write<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This the short'st day, and this the longest night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But yet too short for you: 'tis we<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Who count this night as long as three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Lying alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Telling the clock strike ten, eleven, twelve, one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Quickly, quickly then prepare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let the young men and the bride-maids share<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Your garters; and their joints<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Encircle with the bridegroom's points.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the bride's eyes, and by the teeming life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of her green hopes, we charge ye that no strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(Farther than gentleness tends) gets place<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Among ye, striving for her lace:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">O do not fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Foul in these noble pastimes, lest ye call<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Discord in, and so divide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The youthful bridegroom and the fragrant bride:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Which love forfend; but spoken<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Be't to your praise, no peace was broken.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Strip her of springtime, tender-whimpering maids,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now autumn's come, when all these flowery aids<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of her delays must end; dispose<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That lady-smock, that pansy, and that rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Neatly apart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for prick-madam and for gentle-heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And soft maidens'-blush, the bride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes holy these, all others lay aside:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Then strip her, or unto her<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let him come who dares undo her.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And to enchant ye more, see everywhere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the roof a siren in a sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As we think, singing to the din<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of many a warbling cherubin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">O mark ye how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The soul of nature melts in numbers: now<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">See, a thousand Cupids fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To light their tapers at the bride's bright eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">To bed, or her they'll tire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Were she an element of fire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And to your more bewitching, see, the proud<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tempting the two too modest; can<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ye see it brusle like a swan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And you be cold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet it when it woos and seems to fold<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The arms to hug it? Throw, throw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yourselves into the mighty overflow<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Of that white pride, and drown<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The night with you in floods of down.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bed is ready, and the maze of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looks for the treaders; everywhere is wove<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Wit and new mystery; read, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Put in practice, to understand<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And know each wile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each hieroglyphic of a kiss or smile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And do it to the full; reach<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High in your own conceit, and some way teach<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nature and art one more<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Play than they ever knew before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If needs we must for ceremony's sake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bless a sack-posset, luck go with it, take<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The night-charm quickly, you have spells<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And magics for to end, and hells<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">To pass; but such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of such torture as no one would grutch<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To live therein for ever: fry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And consume, and grow again to die<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And live, and, in that case,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Love the confusion of the place.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But since it must be done, despatch, and sew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up in a sheet your bride, and what if so<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">It be with rock or walls of brass<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ye tower her up, as Danae was;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>
+<span class="i8">Think you that this<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or hell itself a powerful bulwark is?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I tell ye no; but like a<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bold bolt of thunder he will make his way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And rend the cloud, and throw<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The sheet about like flakes of snow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All now is hushed in silence: midwife-moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all her owl-eyed issue begs a boon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which you must grant; that's entrance; with<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which extract, all we can call pith<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And quintessence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of planetary bodies, so commence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">All fair constellations<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looking upon ye, that two nations,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Springing from two such fires<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May blaze the virtue of their sires.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tiffany</i>, gauze.<br />
+
+<i>More disparkling</i>, more widespreading.<br />
+
+<i>Nice</i>, fastidious.<br />
+
+<i>Coddled</i>, lit. boiled.<br />
+
+<i>Lace</i>, girdle.<br />
+
+<i>Brusle</i>, raise its feathers.<br />
+
+<i>Grutch</i>, grumble.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p284"></a>284. THE SILKEN SNAKE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For sport my Julia threw a lace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of silk and silver at my face:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watchet the silk was, and did make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A show as if't had been a snake:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The suddenness did me afright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But though it scar'd, it did not bite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Lace</i>, a girdle.<br />
+
+<i>Watchet</i>, pale blue.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p285"></a>285. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am sieve-like, and can hold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing hot or nothing cold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put in love, and put in too<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jealousy, and both will through:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put in fear, and hope, and doubt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What comes in runs quickly out:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put in secrecies withal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whate'er enters, out it shall:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if you can stop the sieve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For mine own part, I'd as lief<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maids should say or virgins sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Herrick keeps, as holds nothing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p286"></a>286. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love's a thing, as I do hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever full of pensive fear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather than to which I'll fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trust me, I'll not like at all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If to love I should intend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let my hair then stand an end:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that terror likewise prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fatal to me in my love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if horror cannot slake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flames which would an entrance make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the next thing I desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is, to love and live i' th' fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>An end</i>, on end.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p287"></a>287. REVERENCE TO RICHES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like to the income must be our expense;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Man's fortune must be had in reverence</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p288"></a>288. DEVOTION MAKES THE DEITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Makes not a god, but he that prays to one.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p289"></a>289. TO ALL YOUNG MEN THAT LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could wish you all who love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ye could your thoughts remove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From your mistresses, and be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wisely wanton, like to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I could wish you dispossessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of that <i>fiend that mars your rest</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with tapers comes to fright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your weak senses in the night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I could wish ye all who fry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cold as ice, or cool as I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if flames best like ye, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Much good do 't ye, gentlemen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I a merry heart will keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While you wring your hands and weep.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p290"></a>290. THE EYES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis a known principle in war,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The eyes be first that conquered are.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p291"></a>291. NO FAULT IN WOMEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No fault in women to refuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The offer which they most would choose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No fault in women to confess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How tedious they are in their dress.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No fault in women to lay on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tincture of vermilion:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there to give the cheek a dye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of white, where nature doth deny.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No fault in women to make show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of largeness when they're nothing so:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(When true it is the outside swells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With inward buckram, little else).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No fault in women, though they be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But seldom from suspicion free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No fault in womankind at all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If they but slip and never fall.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p293"></a>293. OBERON'S FEAST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Shapcot! to thee the fairy state</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>I, with discretion, dedicate.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Because thou prizest things that are</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Curious and unfamiliar.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Take first the feast; these dishes gone,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>We'll see the Fairy Court anon.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little mushroom table spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After short prayers, they set on bread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A moon-parch'd grain of purest wheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With some small glittering grit to eat<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">His choice bits with; then in a trice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They make a feast less great than nice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all this while his eye is serv'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We must not think his ear was sterv'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that there was in place to stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His spleen, the chirring grasshopper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The merry cricket, puling fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The piping gnat for minstrelsy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now we must imagine first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The elves present, to quench his thirst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pure seed-pearl of infant dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought and besweetened in a blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pregnant violet, which done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His kitling eyes begin to run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite through the table, where he spies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The horns of papery butterflies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which he eats, and tastes a little<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of that we call the cuckoo's spittle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little fuzz-ball pudding stands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By, yet not blessed by his hands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That was too coarse: but then forthwith<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ventures boldly on the pith<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sugar'd rush, and eats the sagg<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And well-bestrutted bee's sweet bag:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gladding his palate with some store<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of emmets' eggs; what would he more?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But beards of mice, a newt's stewed thigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bloated earwig and a fly;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">With the red-capp'd worm that's shut<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the concave of a nut,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brown as his tooth. A little moth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Late fatten'd in a piece of cloth:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With withered cherries, mandrakes' ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moles' eyes; to these the slain stag's tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The unctuous dewlaps of a snail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The broke-heart of a nightingale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'ercome in music; with a wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er ravish'd from the flattering vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But gently press'd from the soft side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the most sweet and dainty bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought in a dainty daisy, which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He fully quaffs up to bewitch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His blood to height; this done, commended<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grace by his priest; <i>the feast is ended</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Sagg</i>, laden.<br />
+
+<i>Bestrutted</i>, swollen.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p294"></a>294. EVENT OF THINGS NOT IN OUR POWER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By time and counsel do the best we can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Th' event is never in the power of man.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p295"></a>295. UPON HER BLUSH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Julia blushes she does show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cheeks like to roses when they blow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p296"></a>296. MERITS MAKE THE MAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our honours and our commendations be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Due to the merits, not authority.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p297"></a>297. TO VIRGINS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hear, ye virgins, and I'll teach<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What the times of old did preach.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rosamond was in a bower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kept, as Danae in a tower:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet Love, who subtle is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crept to that, and came to this.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be ye lock'd up like to these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the rich Hesperides,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or those babies in your eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In their crystal nunneries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Notwithstanding Love will win,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else force a passage in:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as coy be as you can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gifts will get ye, or the man.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Babies in your eyes</i>, see Note to p. <a href="#1.Page_17">17</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p298"></a>298. VIRTUE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Each must in virtue strive for to excel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That man lives twice that lives the first life well</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p299"></a>299. THE BELLMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From noise of scare-fires rest ye free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From murders <i>Benedicite</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From all mischances that may fright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your pleasing slumbers in the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mercy secure ye all, and keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The goblin from ye while ye sleep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Past one o'clock, and almost two!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My masters all, good-day to you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Scare-fires</i>, alarms of fire.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p300"></a>300. BASHFULNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of all our parts, the eyes express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sweetest kind of bashfulness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p301"></a>301. TO THE MOST ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN,<br />MASTER EDWARD NORGATE, CLERK OF
+THE SIGNET<br />TO HIS MAJESTY. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For one so rarely tun'd to fit all parts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For one to whom espous'd are all the arts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long have I sought for, but could never see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them all concentr'd in one man, but thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, thou that man art whom the fates conspir'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make but one, and that's thyself, admir'd.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p302"></a>302. UPON PRUDENCE BALDWIN: HER SICKNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prue, my dearest maid, is sick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Almost to be lunatic:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&AElig;sculapius! come and bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Means for her recovering;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a gallant cock shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offer'd up by her to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cock</i>, the traditional offering to &AElig;sculapius; cp. the last words of
+Socrates; cp. Ben Jonson, Epig. xiii.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p303"></a>303. TO APOLLO. A SHORT HYMN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ph&#339;bus! when that I a verse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or some numbers more rehearse,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Tune my words that they may fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each way smoothly musical:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which favour there shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swans devoted unto thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p304"></a>304. A HYMN TO BACCHUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bacchus, let me drink no more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wild are seas that want a shore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When our drinking has no stint,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is no one pleasure in't.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have drank up, for to please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee, that great cup Hercules:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Urge no more, and there shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Daffodils given up to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p306"></a>306. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My pilgrim's staff, my weed of gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My palmer's hat, my scallop's shell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My cross, my cord, and all, farewell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For having now my journey done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just at the setting of the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here I have found a chamber fit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God and good friends be thanked for it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where if I can a lodger be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little while from tramplers free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At my up-rising next I shall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If not requite, yet thank ye all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meanwhile, the holy-rood hence fright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fouler fiend and evil sprite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From scaring you or yours this night.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p307"></a>307. CASUALTIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good things that come of course, far less do please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than those which come by sweet contingencies.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p308"></a>308. BRIBES AND GIFTS GET ALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dead falls the cause if once the hand be mute;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But let that speak, the client gets the suit.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p309"></a>309. THE END.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>It is the end that crowns us, not the fight</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p310"></a>310. UPON A CHILD THAT DIED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here she lies, a pretty bud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lately made of flesh and blood:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who as soon fell fast asleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As her little eyes did peep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give her strewings, but not stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The earth that lightly covers her.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p312"></a>312. CONTENT, NOT CATES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis not the food, but the content<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That makes the table's merriment.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where trouble serves the board, we eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The platters there as soon as meat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little pipkin with a bit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of mutton or of veal in it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set on my table, trouble-free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than a feast contenteth me.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p313"></a>313. THE ENTERTAINMENT; OR, PORCH-VERSE, AT<br />THE MARRIAGE OF MR. HENRY
+NORTHLY AND<br />THE MOST WITTY MRS. LETTICE YARD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome! but yet no entrance, till we bless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First you, then you, and both for white success.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Profane no porch, young man and maid, for fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye wrong the Threshold-god that keeps peace here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Please him, and then all good-luck will betide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You, the brisk bridegroom, you, the dainty bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do all things sweetly, and in comely wise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put on your garlands first, then sacrifice:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, when both of you have seemly fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll call on Night, to bring ye both to bed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where, being laid, all fair signs looking on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fish-like, increase then to a million;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And millions of spring-times may ye have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which spent, one death bring to ye both one grave.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p314"></a>314. THE GOOD-NIGHT OR BLESSING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blessings in abundance come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bride and to her groom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May the bed and this short night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know the fulness of delight!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pleasures many here attend ye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, ere long, a boy Love send ye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Curled and comely, and so trim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maids, in time, may ravish him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus a dew of graces fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On ye both; good-night to all.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p316"></a>316. TO DAFFODILS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair daffodils, we weep to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You haste away so soon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As yet the early-rising sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has not attain'd his noon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Stay, stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Until the hasting day<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Has run<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But to the evensong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, having prayed together, we<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will go with you along.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We have short time to stay, as you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We have as short a spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As quick a growth to meet decay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As you, or anything.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">We die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As your hours do, and dry<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Like to the summer's rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or as the pearls of morning's dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ne'er to be found again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p318"></a>318. UPON A LADY THAT DIED IN CHILD-BED, AND<br />LEFT A DAUGHTER BEHIND HER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As gilliflowers do but stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To blow, and seed, and so away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So you, sweet lady, sweet as May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The garden's glory, lived a while<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lend the world your scent and smile.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But when your own fair print was set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once in a virgin flosculet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet as yourself, and newly blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give that life, resigned your own:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But so as still the mother's power<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lives in the pretty lady-flower.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p319"></a>319. A NEW-YEAR'S GIFT SENT TO SIR SIMON<br />STEWARD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No news of navies burnt at seas;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No noise of late-spawn'd tittyries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No closet plot, or open vent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That frights men with a parliament;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No new device or late-found trick<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To read by the stars the kingdom's sick;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No gin to catch the state, or wring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The freeborn nostril of the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We send to you; but here a jolly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Verse, crown'd with ivy and with holly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tells of winter's tales and mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That milkmaids make about the hearth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Christmas sports, the wassail-bowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That['s] tost up, after fox-i'-th'-hole;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of blind-man-buff, and of the care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That young men have to shoe the mare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Twelfth-tide cakes, of peas and beans,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherewith you make those merry scenes,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas ye choose your king and queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cry out: <i>Hey, for our town green</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of ash-heaps, in the which ye use<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Husbands and wives by streaks to choose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of crackling laurel, which fore-sounds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A plenteous harvest to your grounds:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of these and such-like things for shift,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We send instead of New-Year's gift.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Read then, and when your faces shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With buxom meat and cap'ring wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remember us in cups full crown'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let our city-health go round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite through the young maids and the men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the ninth number, if not ten;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until the fired chesnuts leap<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For joy to see the fruits ye reap<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the plump chalice and the cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tempts till it be tossed up;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then as ye sit about your embers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call not to mind those fled Decembers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But think on these that are t' appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As daughters to the instant year:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit crown'd with rosebuds, and carouse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till Liber Pater twirls the house<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About your ears; and lay upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The year your cares that's fled and gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let the russet swains the plough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And harrow hang up, resting now;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And to the bagpipe all address,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till sleep takes place of weariness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus, throughout, with Christmas plays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frolic the full twelve holidays.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tittyries</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, the Tityre-tues; see <a href="#1.n319i">Note</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Fox-i'-th'-hole</i>, a game of hopping.<br />
+
+<i>To shoe the mare</i>, or, shoe the wild mare, a Christmas game.<br />
+
+<i>Buxom</i>, tender.<br />
+
+<i>Liber Pater</i>, Father Bacchus.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p320"></a>320. MATINS; OR, MORNING PRAYER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When with the virgin morning thou dost rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crossing thyself, come thus to sacrifice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First wash thy heart in innocence, then bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure everything.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next to the altar humbly kneel, and thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy golden censers, fill'd with odours sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall make thy actions with their ends to meet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p321"></a>321. EVENSONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Begin with Jove; then is the work half done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And runs most smoothly when 'tis well begun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jove's is the first and last: the morn's his due,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The midst is thine; but Jove's the evening too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As sure a matins does to him belong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So sure he lays claim to the evensong.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p322"></a>322. THE BRACELET TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why I tie about thy wrist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Julia, this my silken twist;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For what other reason is't,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to show thee how, in part,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou my pretty captive art?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thy bondslave is my heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knap the thread and thou art free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'tis otherwise with me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am bound, and fast bound, so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That from thee I cannot go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I could, I would not so.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p323"></a>323. THE CHRISTIAN MILITANT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A man prepar'd against all ills to come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That dares to dead the fire of martyrdom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sleeps at home, and sailing there at ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fears not the fierce sedition of the seas;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's counter-proof against the farm's mishaps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Undreadful too of courtly thunderclaps;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That wears one face, like heaven, and never shows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A change when fortune either comes or goes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That keeps his own strong guard in the despite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of what can hurt by day or harm by night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That takes and re-delivers every stroke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of chance (as made up all of rock and oak);<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sighs at others' death, smiles at his own<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most dire and horrid crucifixion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who for true glory suffers thus, we grant<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him to be here our Christian militant.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p324"></a>324. A SHORT HYMN TO LAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though I cannot give thee fires<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glittering to my free desires;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These accept, and I'll be free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offering poppy unto thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p325"></a>325. ANOTHER TO NEPTUNE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mighty Neptune, may it please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee, the rector of the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That my barque may safely run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through thy watery region;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a tunny-fish shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offered up with thanks to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p327"></a>327. HIS EMBALMING TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For my embalming, Julia, do but this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give thou my lips but their supremest kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else transfuse thy breath into the chest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where my small relics must for ever rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That breath the balm, the myrrh, the nard shall be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give an incorruption unto me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p328"></a>328. GOLD BEFORE GOODNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How rich a man is all desire to know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But none inquires if good he be or no.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p329"></a>329. THE KISS. A DIALOGUE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Among thy fancies tell me this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">What is the thing we call a kiss?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">2. I shall resolve ye what it is.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i3">It is a creature born and bred<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Between the lips (all cherry-red),<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">By love and warm desires fed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i> And makes more soft the bridal bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. It is an active flame that flies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">First, to the babies of the eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And charms them there with lullabies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i> And stills the bride, too, when she cries.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">It frisks and flies, now here, now there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i> And here and there and everywhere.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Has it a speaking virtue? 2. Yes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">1. How speaks it, say? 2. Do you but this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Part your joined lips, then speaks your kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i> And this love's sweetest language is.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Has it a body? 2. Aye, and wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">With thousand rare encolourings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And, as it flies, it gently sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i> Love honey yields, but never stings.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p330"></a>330. THE ADMONITION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seest thou those diamonds which she wears<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In that rich carcanet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or those, on her dishevell'd hairs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fair pearls in order set?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Believe, young man, all those were tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By wretched wooers sent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In mournful hyacinths and rue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That figure discontent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which when not warmed by her view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By cold neglect, each one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Congeal'd to pearl and stone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which precious spoils upon her<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She wears as trophies of her honour.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah then, consider, what all this implies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She that will wear thy tears would wear thine eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Carcanet</i>, necklace.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p331"></a>331. TO HIS HONOURED KINSMAN, SIR WILLIAM<br />SOAME. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I can but name thee, and methinks I call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that have been, or are canonical<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love and bounty to come near, and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their many virtues volum'd up in thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thee, brave man! whose incorrupted fame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Casts forth a light like to a virgin flame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as it shines it throws a scent about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when a rainbow in perfumes goes out.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So vanish hence, but leave a name as sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As benjamin and storax when they meet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Benjamin</i>, gum benzoin.<br />
+
+<i>Storax</i> or <i>Styrax</i>, another resinous gum.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="1.p332"></a>332. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ask me why I do not sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the tension of the string<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I did not long ago,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When my numbers full did flow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grief, ay, me! hath struck my lute<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my tongue, at one time, mute.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p333"></a>333. TO LAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No more shall I, since I am driven hence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devote to thee my grains of frankincense;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more shall I from mantle-trees hang down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To honour thee, my little parsley crown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more shall I (I fear me) to thee bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My chives of garlic for an offering;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more shall I from henceforth hear a choir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of merry crickets by my country fire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go where I will, thou lucky Lar stay here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warm by a glitt'ring chimney all the year.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Chives</i>, shreds.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p334"></a>334. THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DEMON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What can I do in poetry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now the good spirit's gone from me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why, nothing now but lonely sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And over-read what I have writ.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p335"></a>335. CLEMENCY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For punishment in war it will suffice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the chief author of the faction dies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let but few smart, but strike a fear through all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the fault springs there let the judgment fall.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p336"></a>336. HIS AGE, DEDICATED TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND,<br />M. JOHN WICKES, UNDER
+THE NAME OF POSTHUMUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah Posthumus! our years hence fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leave no sound; nor piety,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or prayers, or vow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can keep the wrinkle from the brow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">But we must on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As fate does lead or draw us; none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None, Posthumus, could ere decline<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The doom of cruel Proserpine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The pleasing wife, the house, the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must all be left, no one plant found<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To follow thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save only the curs'd cypress tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">A merry mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looks forward, scorns what's left behind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's live, my Wickes, then, while we may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here enjoy our holiday.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">W'ave seen the past best times, and these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will ne'er return; we see the seas<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>
+<span class="i6">And moons to wane<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they fill up their ebbs again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">But vanish'd man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a lily lost, ne'er can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er can repullulate, or bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His days to see a second spring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But on we must, and thither tend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Anchus and rich Tullus blend<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Their sacred seed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus has infernal Jove decreed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">We must be made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere long a song, ere long a shade.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why then, since life to us is short,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's make it full up by our sport.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Crown we our heads with roses then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And 'noint with Tyrian balm; for when<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">We two are dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The world with us is buried.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Then live we free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As is the air, and let us be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our own fair wind, and mark each one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Day with the white and lucky stone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We are not poor, although we have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No roofs of cedar, nor our brave<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span>
+<span class="i6">Baiæ, nor keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Account of such a flock of sheep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nor bullocks fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lard the shambles: barbels bred<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kiss our hands; nor do we wish<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Pollio's lampreys in our dish.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If we can meet and so confer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both by a shining salt-cellar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And have our roof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although not arch'd, yet weather-proof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And ceiling free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From that cheap candle bawdery;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll eat our bean with that full mirth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As we were lords of all the earth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well then, on what seas we are toss'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our comfort is, we can't be lost.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Let the winds drive<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our barque, yet she will keep alive<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Amidst the deeps.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis constancy, my Wickes, which keeps<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pinnace up; which, though she errs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I' th' seas, she saves her passengers.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Say, we must part (sweet mercy bless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Us both i' th' sea, camp, wilderness),<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Can we so far<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stray to become less circular<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Than we are now?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, no, that self-same heart, that vow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which made us one, shall ne'er undo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or ravel so to make us two.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live in thy peace; as for myself,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I am bruised on the shelf<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Of time, and show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My locks behung with frost and snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">When with the rheum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cough, the ptisick, I consume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto an almost nothing; then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ages fled I'll call again,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And with a tear compare these last<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lame and bad times with those are past;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">While Baucis by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My old lean wife, shall kiss it dry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And so we'll sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By th' fire, foretelling snow and sleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And weather by our aches, grown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now old enough to be our own<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">True calendars, as puss's ear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Washed o'er's, to tell what change is near:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>
+<span class="i6">Then to assuage<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gripings of the chine by age,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I'll call my young<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&uuml;lus to sing such a song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I made upon my Julia's breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of her blush at such a feast.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then shall he read that flower of mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enclos'd within a crystal shrine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">A primrose next;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A piece, then, of a higher text,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For to beget<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In me a more transcendent heat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than that insinuating fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which crept into each aged sire,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the fair Helen, from her eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shot forth her loving sorceries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At which I'll rear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mine aged limbs above my chair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And, hearing it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flutter and crow as in a fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of fresh concupiscence, and cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No lust there's like to poetry</i>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus, frantic-crazy man, God wot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll call to mind things half-forgot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And oft between<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Repeat the times that I have seen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Thus ripe with tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And twisting my I&uuml;lus' hairs,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Doting, I'll weep and say, in truth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baucis, these were my sins of youth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then next I'll cause my hopeful lad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If a wild apple can be had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To crown the hearth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lar thus conspiring with our mirth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Then to infuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our browner ale into the cruse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which sweetly spic'd, we'll first carouse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the Genius of the house.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the next health to friends of mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loving the brave Burgundian wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">High sons of pith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose fortunes I have frolicked with;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Such as could well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bear up the magic bough and spell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dancing 'bout the mystic thyrse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give up the just applause to verse:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To those, and then again to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll drink, my Wickes, until we be<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Plump as the cherry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though not so fresh, yet full as merry<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">As the cricket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The untam'd heifer, or the pricket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until our tongues shall tell our ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We're younger by a score of years.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus, till we see the fire less shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From th' embers than the kitling's eyne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">We'll still sit up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sphering about the wassail-cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To all those times<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which gave me honour for my rhymes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The coal once spent, we'll then to bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far more than night-bewearied.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Posthumus</i>, the name is taken from Horace, Ode ii. 14, from which the
+beginning of this lyric is translated.<br />
+
+<i>Repullulate</i>, be born again.<br />
+
+<i>Anchus and rich Tullus.</i> Herrick is again translating from Horace
+(Ode iv. 7, 14).<br />
+
+<i>Baiæ</i>, the favourite sea-side resort of the Romans in the time of
+Horace.<br />
+
+<i>Pollio</i>, Vedius Pollio, who fed his lampreys with human flesh. <i>Ob</i>.,
+<span class="smcap">B.C.</span> 15.<br />
+
+<i>Bawdery</i>, dirt (with no moral meaning).<br />
+
+<i>Circular</i>, self-sufficing, the "in se ipso totus teres atque
+rotundus" of Horace. Sat. ii. 7, 86.<br />
+
+<i>I&uuml;lus</i>, the son of &AElig;neas.<br />
+
+<i>Pith</i>, marrow.<br />
+
+<i>Thyrse</i>, bacchic staff.<br />
+
+<i>Pricket</i>, a buck in his second year.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p337"></a>337. A SHORT HYMN TO VENUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goddess, I do love a girl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ruby-lipp'd and tooth'd with pearl;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so be I may but prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lucky in this maid I love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will promise there shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Myrtles offer'd up to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p338"></a>338. TO A GENTLEWOMAN ON JUST DEALING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall, if righteous dealing I find there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do not you fall through frailty; I'll be sure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To keep my bond still free from forfeiture.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p339"></a>339. THE HAND AND TONGUE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two parts of us successively command:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tongue in peace; but then in war the hand.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p340"></a>340. UPON A DELAYING LADY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, come away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or let me go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must I here stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because y'are slow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And will continue so?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Troth, lady, no.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I scorn to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A slave to state:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, since I'm free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will not wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Henceforth at such a rate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For needy fate.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My spark should glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The peeping fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You must blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or I shall quickly grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To frost or snow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p341"></a>341. TO THE LADY MARY VILLARS, GOVERNESS TO<br />THE PRINCESS HENRIETTA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I of Villars do but hear the name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It calls to mind that mighty Buckingham,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who was your brave exalted uncle here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Binding the wheel of fortune to his sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who spurned at envy, and could bring with ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An end to all his stately purposes.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For his love then, whose sacred relics show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their resurrection and their growth in you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for my sake, who ever did prefer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You above all those sweets of Westminster;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Permit my book to have a free access<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kiss your hand, most dainty governess.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p342"></a>342. UPON HIS JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Will ye hear what I can say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Briefly of my Julia?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Black and rolling is her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Double-chinn'd and forehead high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lips she has all ruby red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cheeks like cream enclareted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a nose that is the grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And proscenium of her face.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that we may guess by these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The other parts will richly please.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p343"></a>343. TO FLOWERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In time of life I graced ye with my verse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do now your flowery honours to my hearse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall not languish, trust me; virgins here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weeping shall make ye flourish all the year.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p344"></a>344. TO MY ILL READER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou say'st my lines are hard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I the truth will tell&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are both hard and marr'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou not read'st them well.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p345"></a>345. THE POWER IN THE PEOPLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let kings command and do the best they may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The saucy subjects still will bear the sway.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p346"></a>346. A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sea-born goddess, let me be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By thy son thus grac'd and thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That whene'er I woo, I find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Virgins coy but not unkind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me when I kiss a maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Taste her lips so overlaid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With love's syrup, that I may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In your temple when I pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss the altar and confess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's in love no bitterness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p347"></a>347. ON JULIA'S PICTURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How am I ravish'd! when I do but see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The painter's art in thy sciography?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so, how much more shall I dote thereon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When once he gives it incarnation?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Sciography</i>, the profile or section of a building.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p348"></a>348. HER BED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See'st thou that cloud as silver clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plump, soft, and swelling everywhere?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p349"></a>349. HER LEGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which is as white and hairless as an egg.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p350"></a>350. UPON HER ALMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See how the poor do waiting stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the expansion of thy hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wafer dol'd by thee will swell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thousands to feed by miracle.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p351"></a>351. REWARDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Still to our gains our chief respect is had;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reward it is that makes us good or bad.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p352"></a>352. NOTHING NEW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nothing is new; we walk where others went;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's no vice now but has his precedent.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p353"></a>353. THE RAINBOW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look how the rainbow doth appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in one only hemisphere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So likewise after our decease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more is seen the arch of peace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That cov'nant's here, the under-bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That nothing shoots but war and woe.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p354"></a>354. THE MEADOW-VERSE; OR, ANNIVERSARY TO<br />MISTRESS BRIDGET LOWMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come with the spring-time forth, fair maid, and be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This year again the meadow's deity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet ere ye enter give us leave to set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon your head this flowery coronet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make this neat distinction from the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You are the prime and princess of the feast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To which with silver feet lead you the way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While sweet-breath nymphs attend on you this day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is your hour, and best you may command,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since you are lady of this fairy land.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full mirth wait on you, and such mirth as shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cherish the cheek but make none blush at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Meadow-verse</i>, to be recited at a rustic feast.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p355"></a>355. THE PARTING VERSE, THE FEAST THERE<br />ENDED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Loth to depart, but yet at last each one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back must now go to's habitation;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not knowing thus much when we once do sever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether or no that we shall meet here ever.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As for myself, since time a thousand cares<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And griefs hath filed upon my silver hairs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis to be doubted whether I next year<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or no shall give ye a re-meeting here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If die I must, then my last vow shall be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'll with a tear or two remember me.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Your sometime poet; but if fates do give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me longer date and more fresh springs to live,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oft as your field shall her old age renew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Herrick shall make the meadow-verse for you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p356"></a>356. UPON JUDITH. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Judith has cast her old skin and got new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And walks fresh varnish'd to the public view;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Foul Judith was and foul she will be known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all this fair transfiguration.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p359"></a>359. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE PHILIP, EARL OF<br />PEMBROKE AND MONTGOMERY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How dull and dead are books that cannot show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A prince of Pembroke, and that Pembroke you!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You who are high born, and a lord no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Free by your fate than fortune's mightiness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hug our poems, honour'd sir, and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The paper gild and laureate the pen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor suffer you the poets to sit cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But warm their wits and turn their lines to gold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Others there be who righteously will swear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those smooth-paced numbers amble everywhere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And these brave measures go a stately trot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love those, like these, regard, reward them not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you, my lord, are one whose hand along<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goes with your mouth or does outrun your tongue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paying before you praise, and, cockering wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give both the gold and garland unto it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cockering</i>, pampering.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p360"></a>360. AN HYMN TO JUNO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stately goddess, do thou please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who are chief at marriages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to dress the bridal bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When my love and I shall wed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a peacock proud shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offered up by us to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p362"></a>362. UPON SAPPHO SWEETLY PLAYING AND SWEETLY<br />SINGING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When thou dost play and sweetly sing&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether it be the voice or string<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or both of them that do agree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus to entrance and ravish me&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, this I know, I'm oft struck mute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And die away upon thy lute.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p364"></a>364. CHOP-CHERRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou gav'st me leave to kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou gav'st me leave to woo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou mad'st me think, by this<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that, thou lov'dst me too.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But I shall ne'er forget<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How, for to make thee merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou mad'st me chop, but yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Another snapp'd the cherry.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Chop-cherry</i>, another name of cherry-bob.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="1.p365"></a>365. TO THE MOST LEARNED, WISE, AND ARCH-ANTIQUARY,<br />M. JOHN SELDEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I, who have favour'd many, come to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grac'd now, at last, or glorified by thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo! I, the lyric prophet, who have set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On many a head the delphic coronet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come unto thee for laurel, having spent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wreaths on those who little gave or lent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me the daphne, that the world may know it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom they neglected thou hast crown'd a poet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A city here of heroes I have made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the rock whose firm foundation laid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall never shrink; where, making thine abode,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live thou a Selden, that's a demi-god.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Daphne</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, the laurel</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p366"></a>366. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt not all die; for, while love's fire shines<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fame and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p367"></a>367. UPON WRINKLES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wrinkles no more are or no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than beauty turned to sourness.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p370"></a>370. PRAY AND PROSPER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First offer incense, then thy field and meads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spangling dew, dredg'd o'er the grass, shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall run, as rivers, all throughout thy soil.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray once, twice pray, and turn thy ground to gold.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Beads</i>, prayers.<br />
+
+<i>Mell</i>, honey.<br />
+
+<i>Sincere silver</i>, pure silver.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p371"></a>371. HIS LACHRYM&AElig;; OR, MIRTH TURNED TO<br />MOURNING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Call me no more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As heretofore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The music of a feast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since now, alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The mirth that was<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In me is dead or ceas'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Before I went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To banishment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the loathed west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I could rehearse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A lyric verse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And speak it with the best.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">But time, ay me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has laid, I see,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">My organ fast asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And turn'd my voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into the noise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of those that sit and weep.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p375"></a>375. TO THE MOST FAIR AND LOVELY MISTRESS<br />ANNE SOAME, NOW LADY ABDIE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So smell those odours that do rise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From out the wealthy spiceries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So smells the flower of blooming clove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or roses smother'd in the stove;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So smells the air of spiced wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or essences of jessamine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So smells the breath about the hives<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When well the work of honey thrives,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the busy factors come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laden with wax and honey home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So smell those neat and woven bowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All over-arch'd with orange flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And almond blossoms that do mix<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make rich these aromatics;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So smell those bracelets and those bands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of amber chaf'd between the hands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thus enkindled they transpire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A noble perfume from the fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wine of cherries, and to these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cooling breath of respasses;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The smell of morning's milk and cream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Butter of cowslips mix'd with them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of roasted warden or bak'd pear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are not to be reckon'd here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas the meanest part of her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smells like the maiden pomander.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus sweet she smells, or what can be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More lik'd by her or lov'd by me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Factors</i>, workers.<br />
+
+<i>Respasses</i>, raspberries.<br />
+
+<i>Pomander</i>, ball of scent.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p376"></a>376. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS ELIZABETH<br />HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet virgin, that I do not set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pillars up of weeping jet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or mournful marble, let thy shade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not wrathful seem, or fright the maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hither at her wonted hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall come to strew thy earth with flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No; know, bless'd maid, when there's not one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remainder left of brass or stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy living epitaph shall be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though lost in them, yet found in me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear, in thy bed of roses then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till this world shall dissolve as men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep while we hide thee from the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drawing thy curtains round: Good-night.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p377"></a>377. A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Till I shall come again let this suffice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I send my salt, my sacrifice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee, thy lady, younglings, and as far<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As to thy Genius and thy Lar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the worn threshold, porch, hall, parlour, kitchen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fat-fed smoking temple, which in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wholesome savour of thy mighty chines<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Invites to supper him who dines,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where laden spits, warp'd with large ribs of beef,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not represent but give relief<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the lank stranger and the sour swain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where both may feed and come again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For no black-bearded vigil from thy door<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beats with a button'd-staff the poor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But from thy warm love-hatching gates each may<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take friendly morsels and there stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sun his thin-clad members if he likes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For thou no porter keep'st who strikes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No comer to thy roof his guest-rite wants,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or staying there is scourg'd with taunts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of some rough groom, who, yirkt with corns, says: "Sir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Y'ave dipped too long i' th' vinegar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with our broth, and bread, and bits, sir friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Y'ave fared well: pray make an end;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Two days y'ave larded here; a third, ye know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes guests and fish smell strong; pray go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You to some other chimney, and there take<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Essay of other giblets; make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Merry at another's hearth&mdash;y'are here<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Welcome as thunder to our beer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Manners know distance, and a man unrude<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would soon recoil and not intrude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His stomach to a second meal". No, no!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy house well fed and taught can show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No such crabb'd vizard: thou hast learnt thy train<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With heart and hand to entertain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And by the armsful, with a breast unhid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the old race of mankind did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When either's heart and either's hand did strive<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be the nearer relative.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou dost redeem those times, and what was lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of ancient honesty may boast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It keeps a growth in thee, and so will run<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A course in thy fame's pledge, thy son.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, like a Roman tribune, thou thy gate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Early sets ope to feast and late;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keeping no currish waiter to affright<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With blasting eye the appetite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which fain would waste upon thy cates, but that<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The trencher-creature marketh what<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Best and more suppling piece he cuts, and by<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some private pinch tells danger's nigh<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A hand too desp'rate, or a knife that bites<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Skin-deep into the pork, or lights<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon some part of kid, as if mistook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When checked by the butler's look.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, no; thy bread, thy wine, thy jocund beer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is not reserved for Trebius here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all who at thy table seated are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Find equal freedom, equal fare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou, like to that hospitable god,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jove, joy'st when guests make their abode<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To eat thy bullock's thighs, thy veals, thy fat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wethers, and never grudged at.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The <i>pheasant</i>, <i>partridge</i>, <i>gotwit</i>, <i>reeve</i>, <i>ruff</i>, <i>rail</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The <i>cock</i>, the <i>curlew</i> and the <i>quail</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These and thy choicest viands do extend<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their taste unto the lower end<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thy glad table: not a dish more known<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To thee than unto anyone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But as thy meat so thy <i>immortal wine</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes the smirk face of each to shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spring fresh rosebuds, while the salt, the wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flows from the wine and graces it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While reverence, waiting at the bashful board,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Honours my lady and my lord.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No scurril jest; no open scene is laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here for to make the face afraid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But temperate mirth dealt forth, and so discreet-<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">ly that it makes the meat more sweet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And adds perfumes unto the wine, which thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dost rather pour forth than allow<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">By cruse and measure; thus devoting wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the Canary Isles were thine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with that wisdom and that method, as<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No one that's there his guilty glass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drinks of distemper, or has cause to cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Repentance to his liberty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, thou knowest order, ethics, and has read<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All economics, know'st to lead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A house-dance neatly, and canst truly show<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How far a figure ought to go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forward or backward, sideward, and what pace<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can give, and what retract a grace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What gesture, courtship, comeliness agrees<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With those thy primitive decrees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give subsistence to thy house, and proof<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What Genii support thy roof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goodness and Greatness; not the oaken piles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>For these and marbles have their whiles</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To last, but not their ever</i>; virtue's hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is which builds 'gainst fate to stand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such is thy house, whose firm foundation's trust<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is more in thee than in her dust<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or depth; these last may yield and yearly shrink<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When what is strongly built, no chink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or yawning rupture can the same devour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But fix'd it stands, by her own power<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And well-laid bottom, on the iron and rock<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which tries and counter-stands the shock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ram of time, and by vexation grows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The stronger; <i>virtue dies when foes</i><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Are wanting to her exercise, but great</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And large she spreads by dust and sweat</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safe stand thy walls and thee, and so both will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since neither's height was rais'd by th' ill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of others; since no stud, no stone, no piece<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was rear'd up by the poor man's fleece;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No widow's tenement was rack'd to gild<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or fret thy ceiling or to build<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sweating-closet to anoint the silk-<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">soft skin, or bathe in asses' milk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No orphan's pittance left him serv'd to set<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The pillars up of lasting jet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which their cries might beat against thine ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or in the damp jet read their tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No plank from hallowed altar does appeal<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To yond' Star-Chamber, or does seal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A curse to thee or thine; but all things even<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Make for thy peace and pace to heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go on directly so, as just men may<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A thousand times more swear than say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is that princely Pemberton who can<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Teach man to keep a god in man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when wise poets shall search out to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good men, they find them all in thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Vigil</i>, watchman.<br />
+
+<i>Button'd-staff</i>, staff with a knob at its end.<br />
+
+<i>Yirkt</i>, scourged.<br />
+
+<i>Redeem</i>, buy back.<br />
+
+<i>Suppling</i>, tender.<br />
+
+<i>Trebius</i>, friend of the epicure Lucullus; cp. Juv. v. 19.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p378"></a>378. TO HIS VALENTINE ON ST. VALENTINE'S DAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Birds choose their mates, and couple too this day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But by their flight I never can divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I shall couple with my valentine.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p382"></a>382. UPON M. BEN. JONSON. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After the rare arch-poet, Jonson, died,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sock grew loathsome, and the buskin's pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Together with the stage's glory, stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each like a poor and pitied widowhood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cirque profan'd was, and all postures rack'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For men did strut, and stride, and stare, not act.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then temper flew from words, and men did squeak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look red, and blow, and bluster, but not speak;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No holy rage or frantic fires did stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or flash about the spacious theatre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No clap of hands, or shout, or praise's proof<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did crack the play-house sides, or cleave her roof.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Artless the scene was, and that monstrous sin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of deep and arrant ignorance came in:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such ignorance as theirs was who once hiss'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At thy unequall'd play, the <i>Alchemist</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, fie upon 'em! Lastly, too, all wit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In utter darkness did, and still will sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleeping the luckless age out, till that she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her resurrection has again with thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p383"></a>383. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That henceforth none be laurel-crown'd but thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p384"></a>384. TO HIS NEPHEW, TO BE PROSPEROUS IN HIS ART<br />OF PAINTING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On, as thou hast begun, brave youth, and get<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The palm from Urbin, Titian, Tintoret,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Brugel and Coxu, and the works outdo<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Holbein and that mighty Rubens too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So draw and paint as none may do the like,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, not the glory of the world, Vandyke.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Urbin</i>, Raphael.<br />
+
+<i>Brugel</i>, Jan Breughel, Dutch landscape painter (1569-1625), or his
+father or brother.<br />
+
+<i>Coxu</i>, Michael van Coxcie, Flemish painter (1497-1592).</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p386"></a>386. A VOW TO MARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Store of courage to me grant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now I'm turn'd a combatant;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Help me, so that I my shield,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fighting, lose not in the field.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's the greatest shame of all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That in warfare can befall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do but this, and there shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offer'd up a wolf to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p387"></a>387. TO HIS MAID, PREW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These summer-birds did with thy master stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The times of warmth, but then they flew away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving their poet, being now grown old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Expos'd to all the coming winter's cold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou, kind Prew, did'st with my fates abide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As well the winter's as the summer's tide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which thy love, live with thy master here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not one, but all the seasons of the year.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p388"></a>388. A CANTICLE TO APOLLO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Play, Ph&#339;bus, on thy lute;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will all sit mute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By listening to thy lyre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sets all ears on fire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark, hark, the god does play!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as he leads the way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through heaven the very spheres,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As men, turn all to ears.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p389"></a>389. A JUST MAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A just man's like a rock that turns the wrath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the raging waves into a froth.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p390"></a>390. UPON A HOARSE SINGER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sing me to death; for till thy voice be clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twill never please the palate of mine ear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p391"></a>391. HOW PANSIES OR HEART'S-EASE CAME FIRST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Frolic virgins once these were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over-loving, living here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Being here their ends denied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ran for sweethearts mad, and died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love, in pity of their tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their loss in blooming years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For their restless here-spent hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave them heart's-ease turn'd to flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p392"></a>392. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, SIR EDWARD FISH,<br />KNIGHT BARONET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since, for thy full deserts, with all the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of these chaste spirits that are here possest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of life eternal, time has made thee one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For growth in this my rich plantation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live here; but know 'twas virtue, and not chance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That gave thee this so high inheritance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep it for ever, grounded with the good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hold fast here an endless livelihood.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p393"></a>393. LAR'S PORTION AND THE POET'S PART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At my homely country-seat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have there a little wheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which I work to meal, and make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therewithal a holy cake:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part of which I give to Lar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part is my peculiar.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Peculiar</i>, his own property.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p394"></a>394. UPON MAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man is compos'd here of a twofold part:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first of nature, and the next of art:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Art presupposes nature; nature she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prepares the way for man's docility.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p395"></a>395. LIBERTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those ills that mortal men endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So long, are capable of cure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they of freedom may be sure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, that denied, a grief, though small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shakes the whole roof, or ruins all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p396"></a>396. LOTS TO BE LIKED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Short lot or not, to be content with all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p397"></a>397. GRIEFS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jove may afford us thousands of reliefs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since man expos'd is to a world of griefs.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p399"></a>399. THE DREAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By dream I saw one of the three<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sisters of fate appear to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close to my bedside she did stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Showing me there a firebrand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She told me too, as that did spend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So drew my life unto an end.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three quarters were consum'd of it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only remained a little bit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which will be burnt up by-and-by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, Julia, weep, for I must die.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p402"></a>402. CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away with silks, away with lawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll have no scenes or curtains drawn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me my mistress as she is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dress'd in her nak'd simplicities;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For as my heart e'en so mine eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is won with flesh, not drapery.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p403"></a>403. TO DIANEME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Show me thy feet; show me thy legs, thy thighs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show me those fleshy principalities;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show me that hill where smiling love doth sit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having a living fountain under it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show me thy waist, then let me therewithal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the assention of thy lawn, see all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p404"></a>404. UPON ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When out of bed my love doth spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis but as day a-kindling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when she's up and fully dress'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis then broad day throughout the east.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p405"></a>405. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Have I not blest thee? Then go forth, nor fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or spice, or fish, or fire, or close-stools here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with thy fair fates leading thee, go on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thy most white predestination.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor think these ages that do hoarsely sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The farting tanner and familiar king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dancing friar, tatter'd in the bush;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those monstrous lies of little Robin Rush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tom Chipperfeild, and pretty lisping Ned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That doted on a maid of gingerbread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flying pilchard and the frisking dace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all the rabble of Tim Trundell's race<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Bred from the dunghills and adulterous rhymes),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall live, and thou not superlast all times.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, no; thy stars have destin'd thee to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The whole world die and turn to dust with thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He's greedy of his life who will not fall</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Whenas a public ruin bears down all.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>The farting tanner</i>, etc., see <a href="#1.n405i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p406"></a>406. OF LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I do not love, nor can it be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love will in vain spend shafts on me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I did this godhead once defy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since which I freeze, but cannot fry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet out, alas! the death's the same,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kill'd by a frost or by a flame.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p407"></a>407. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I dislik'd but even now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now I love I know not how.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was I idle, and that while<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was I fir'd with a smile?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll to work, or pray; and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I shall quite dislike again.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p408"></a>408. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love he that will, it best likes me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have my neck from love's yoke free.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p412"></a>412. THE MAD MAID'S SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good-morrow to the day so fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good-morning, sir, to you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good-morrow to mine own torn hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bedabbled with the dew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good-morning to this primrose too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good-morrow to each maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That will with flowers the tomb bestrew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wherein my love is laid.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! woe is me, woe, woe is me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alack and well-a-day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For pity, sir, find out that bee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which bore my love away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll seek him in your bonnet brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll seek him in your eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, now I think th'ave made his grave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I' th' bed of strawberries.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll seek him there; I know ere this<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The cold, cold earth doth shake him;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I will go or send a kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By you, sir, to awake him.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pray, hurt him not, though he be dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He knows well who do love him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And who with green turfs rear his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And who do rudely move him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's soft and tender (pray take heed);<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With bands of cowslips bind him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring him home; but 'tis decreed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I shall never find him.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p413"></a>413. TO SPRINGS AND FOUNTAINS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I heard ye could cool heat, and came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With hope you would allay the same;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thrice I have wash'd but feel no cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor find that true which was foretold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methinks, like mine, your pulses beat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And labour with unequal heat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cure, cure yourselves, for I descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye boil with love as well as I.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p414"></a>414. UPON JULIA'S UNLACING HERSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These musks, these ambers, and those other smells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet as the vestry of the oracles.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll tell thee: while my Julia did unlace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her silken bodice but a breathing space,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The passive air such odour then assum'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when to Jove great Juno goes perfum'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose pure immortal body doth transmit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p415"></a>415. TO BACCHUS, A CANTICLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whither dost thou whorry me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bacchus, being full of thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This way, that way, that way, this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here and there a fresh love is.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That doth like me, this doth please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus a thousand mistresses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have now; yet I alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having all, enjoy not one.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Whorry</i>, carry rapidly.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p416"></a>416. THE LAWN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Would I see lawn, clear as the heaven, and thin?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It should be only in my Julia's skin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which so betrays her blood as we discover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blush of cherries when a lawn's cast over.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p417"></a>417. THE FRANKINCENSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When my off'ring next I make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be thy hand the hallowed cake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy breast the altar whence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love may smell the frankincense.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p420"></a>420. TO SYCAMORES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'm sick of love, O let me lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under your shades to sleep or die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either is welcome, so I have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or here my bed, or here my grave.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time with the tears that I do weep?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, have ye sense, or do you prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What crucifixions are in love?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know ye do, and that's the why<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You sigh for love as well as I.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p421"></a>421. A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING:<br />MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO,
+SHEPHERDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1"><i>Mon.</i> Bad are the times. <i>Sil.</i> And worse than they are we.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mon.</i> Troth, bad are both; worse fruit and ill the tree:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The feast of shepherds fail. <i>Sil.</i> None crowns the cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wassail now or sets the quintell up;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he who us'd to lead the country-round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youthful Mirtillo, here he comes grief-drown'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Ambo.</i> Let's cheer him up. <i>Sil.</i> Behold him weeping-ripe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mir.</i> Ah! Amaryllis, farewell mirth and pipe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since thou art gone, no more I mean to play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To these smooth lawns my mirthful roundelay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear Amaryllis! <i>Mon.</i> Hark! <i>Sil.</i> Mark! <i>Mir.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This earth grew sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where, Amaryllis, thou didst set thy feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Ambo.</i> Poor pitied youth! <i>Mir.</i> And here the breath of kine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sheep grew more sweet by that breath of thine.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">This flock of wool and this rich lock of hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This ball of cowslips, these she gave me here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Sil.</i> Words sweet as love itself. Montano, hark!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mir.</i> This way she came, and this way too she went;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How each thing smells divinely redolent!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a field of beans when newly blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or like a meadow being lately mown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mon.</i> A sweet-sad passion&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mir.</i> In dewy mornings when she came this way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet bents would bow to give my love the day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when at night she folded had her sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Daisies would shut, and, closing, sigh and weep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides (ay me!) since she went hence to dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The voices' daughter ne'er spake syllable.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But she is gone. <i>Sil.</i> Mirtillo, tell us whither.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mir.</i> Where she and I shall never meet together.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mon.</i> Forfend it Pan, and, Pales, do thou please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give an end. <i>Mir.</i> To what? <i>Sil.</i> Such griefs as these.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mir.</i> Never, O never! Still I may endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wound I suffer, never find a cure.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mon.</i> Love for thy sake will bring her to these hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dales again. <i>Mir.</i> No, I will languish still;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the while my part shall be to weep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with my sighs, call home my bleating sheep:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the rind of every comely tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Mon.</i> Set with the sun thy woes. <i>Sil.</i> The day grows old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And time it is our full-fed flocks to fold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i> The shades grow great, but greater grows our sorrow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But let's go steep<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Our eyes in sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And meet to weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">To-morrow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Quintell</i>, quintain or tilting board.<br />
+
+<i>Bents</i>, grasses.<br />
+
+<i>Pales</i>, the goddess of sheepfolds.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p422"></a>422. THE POET LOVES A MISTRESS, BUT NOT TO<br />MARRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I do not love to wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though I do like to woo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for a maidenhead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll beg and buy it too.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll praise and I'll approve<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those maids that never vary;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fervently I'll love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet I would not marry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll hug, I'll kiss, I'll play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, cock-like, hens I'll tread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sport it any way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in the bridal bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For why? that man is poor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hath but one of many,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But crown'd he is with store<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, single, may have any.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why then, say, what is he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To freedom so unknown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who, having two or three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will be content with one?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p425"></a>425. THE WILLOW GARLAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A willow garland thou did'st send<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Perfum'd, last day, to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which did but only this portend&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I was forsook by thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since so it is, I'll tell thee what,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To-morrow thou shalt see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me wear the willow; after that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To die upon the tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As beasts unto the altars go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With garlands dress'd, so I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will, with my willow-wreath, also<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come forth and sweetly die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p427"></a>427. A HYMN TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">'Twas not love's dart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or any blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of want, or foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did wound my heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With an eternal smart;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">But only you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My sometimes known<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Companion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My dearest Crew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That me unkindly slew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">May your fault die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And have no name<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In books of fame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or let it lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forgotten now, as I.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">We parted are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now no more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As heretofore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By jocund Lar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall be familiar.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">But though we sever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My Crew shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here faithless never,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But love my Clipseby ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p430"></a>430. EMPIRES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Empires of kings are now, and ever were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Sallust saith, coincident to fear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p431"></a>431. FELICITY QUICK OF FLIGHT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Every time seems short to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's measured by felicity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But one half-hour that's made up here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With grief, seems longer than a year.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p436"></a>436. THE CROWD AND COMPANY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In holy meetings there a man may be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One of the crowd, not of the company.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p438"></a>438. POLICY IN PRINCES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That princes may possess a surer seat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis fit they make no one with them too great.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p440"></a>440. UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Have ye beheld (with much delight)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A red rose peeping through a white?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else a cherry, double grac'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within a lily centre plac'd?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or ever mark'd the pretty beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A strawberry shows half-drown'd in cream?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or seen rich rubies blushing through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pure smooth pearl and orient too?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So like to this, nay all the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is each neat niplet of her breast.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p441"></a>441. TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT SO SOON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has not as yet begun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make a seizure on the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or to seal up the sun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No marigolds yet closed are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No shadows great appear;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor doth the early shepherd's star<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shine like a spangle here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stay but till my Julia close<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her life-begetting eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let the whole world then dispose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Itself to live or die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p442"></a>442. TO THE LITTLE SPINNERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye pretty housewives, would ye know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The work that I would put ye to?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, this it should be: for to spin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lawn for me, so fine and thin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As it might serve me for my skin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For cruel Love has me so whipp'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That of my skin I all am stripp'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shall despair that any art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can ease the rawness or the smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless you skin again each part.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which mercy if you will but do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I call all maids to witness to<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What here I promise: that no broom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall now or ever after come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wrong a spinner or her loom.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Spinners</i>, spiders.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p443"></a>443. OBERON'S PALACE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After the feast, my Shapcot, see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fairy court I give to thee;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Where we'll present our Oberon, led<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half-tipsy to the fairy bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Mab he finds, who there doth lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not without mickle majesty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which done, and thence remov'd the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll wish both them and thee good-night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Full as a bee with thyme, and red<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As cherry harvest, now high fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For lust and action, on he'll go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lie with Mab, though all say no.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lust has no ears; he's sharp as thorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fretful, carries hay in's horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lightning in his eyes; and flings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among the elves, if moved, the stings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of peltish wasps; well know his guard&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Kings, though they're hated, will be fear'd</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wine lead[s] him on. Thus to a grove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes devoted unto love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tinselled with twilight, he and they,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Led by the shine of snails, a way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beat with their num'rous feet, which, by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a neat perplexity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a turn and many a cross-<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Track they redeem a bank of moss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spongy and swelling, and far more<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft than the finest Lemster ore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mildly disparkling like those fires<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which break from the enjewell'd tyres<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of curious brides; or like those mites<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of candi'd dew in moony nights.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon this convex all the flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature begets by th' sun and showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are to a wild digestion brought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if love's sampler here was wrought:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or Citherea's ceston, which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All with temptation doth bewitch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet airs move here, and more divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made by the breath of great-eyed kine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who, as they low, impearl with milk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The four-leaved grass or moss like silk.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The breath of monkeys met to mix<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With musk-flies are th' aromatics<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which 'cense this arch; and here and there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And farther off, and everywhere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Throughout that brave mosaic yard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those picks or diamonds in the card<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With peeps of hearts, of club, and spade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are here most neatly inter-laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a counter, many a die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half-rotten and without an eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lies hereabouts; and, for to pave<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The excellency of this cave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Squirrels' and children's teeth late shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are neatly here enchequered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With brownest toadstones, and the gum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That shines upon the bluer plum.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The nails fallen off by whitflaws: art's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wise hand enchasing here those warts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which we to others, from ourselves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sell, and brought hither by the elves.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tempting mole, stolen from the neck<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the shy virgin, seems to deck<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The holy entrance, where within<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The room is hung with the blue skin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of shifted snake: enfriez'd throughout<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With eyes of peacocks' trains and trout-<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flies' curious wings; and these among<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those silver pence that cut the tongue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the red infant, neatly hung.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The glow-worm's eyes; the shining scales<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of silv'ry fish; wheat straws, the snail's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft candle light; the kitling's eyne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Corrupted wood; serve here for shine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No glaring light of bold-fac'd day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or other over-radiant ray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ransacks this room; but what weak beams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can make reflected from these gems<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And multiply; such is the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ever doubtful day or night.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">By this quaint taper light he winds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His errors up; and now he finds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His moon-tann'd Mab, as somewhat sick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And (love knows) tender as a chick.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon six plump dandillions, high-<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rear'd, lies her elvish majesty:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose woolly bubbles seem'd to drown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her Mabship in obedient down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For either sheet was spread the caul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That doth the infant's face enthral,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When it is born (by some enstyl'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lucky omen of the child),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And next to these two blankets o'er-<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast of the finest gossamore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then a rug of carded wool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, sponge-like drinking in the dull<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Light of the moon, seemed to comply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloud-like, the dainty deity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus soft she lies: and overhead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A spinner's circle is bespread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With cob-web curtains, from the roof<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So neatly sunk as that no proof<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of any tackling can declare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What gives it hanging in the air.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fringe about this are those threads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Broke at the loss of maidenheads:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And, all behung with these, pure pearls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dropp'd from the eyes of ravish'd girls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or writhing brides; when (panting) they<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give unto love the straiter way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For music now, he has the cries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of feigned-lost virginities;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The which the elves make to excite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A more unconquered appetite.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The king's undrest; and now upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gnat's watchword the elves are gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now the bed, and Mab possess'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of this great little kingly guest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll nobly think, what's to be done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll do no doubt; <i>this flax is spun</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Mickle</i>, much.<br />
+
+<i>Carries hay in's horn</i> (f&#339;num habet in cornu), is dangerous.<br />
+
+<i>Peltish</i>, angry.<br />
+
+<i>Redeem</i>, gain.<br />
+
+<i>Lemster ore</i>, Leominster wool.<br />
+
+<i>Tyres</i>, head-dresses.<br />
+
+<i>Picks</i>, diamonds on playing-cards were so called from their points.<br />
+
+<i>Peeps</i>, pips.<br />
+
+<i>Whitflaws</i>, whitlows.<br />
+
+<i>Corrupted</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, phosphorescent.<br />
+
+<i>Winds his errors up</i>, brings his wanderings to an end.<br />
+
+<i>Dandillions</i>, dandelions.<br />
+
+<i>Comply</i>, embrace.<br />
+
+<i>Spinner</i>, spider.<br />
+
+<i>Proof</i>, sign.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p444"></a>444. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, MR. THOMAS<br />SHAPCOTT, LAWYER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I've paid thee what I promis'd; that's not all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides I give thee here a verse that shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(When hence thy circummortal part is gone),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arch-like, hold up thy name's inscription.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brave men can't die, whose candid actions are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Writ in the poet's endless calendar:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose vellum and whose volume is the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the pure stars the praising poetry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Farewell<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Circummortal</i>, more than mortal.<br />
+
+<i>Candid</i>, fair.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p445"></a>445. TO JULIA IN THE TEMPLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Besides us two, i' th' temple here's not one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make up now a congregation.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's to the altar of perfumes then go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And say short prayers; and when we have done so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then we shall see, how in a little space<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saints will come in to fill each pew and place.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p446"></a>446. TO OENONE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What conscience, say, is it in thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When I a heart had one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To take away that heart from me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to retain thy own?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For shame or pity now incline<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To play a loving part;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either to send me kindly thine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or give me back my heart.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Covet not both; but if thou dost<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Resolve to part with neither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why! yet to show that thou art just,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take me and mine together.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p447"></a>447. HIS WEAKNESS IN WOES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I cannot suffer; and in this my part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of patience wants. <i>Grief breaks the stoutest heart.</i><br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p448"></a>448. FAME MAKES US FORWARD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To print our poems, the propulsive cause<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is fame&mdash;the breath of popular applause.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p449"></a>449. TO GROVES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye silent shades, whose each tree here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some relique of a saint doth wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who, for some sweetheart's sake, did prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fire and martyrdom of love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is the legend of those saints<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That died for love, and their complaints:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their wounded hearts and names we find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Encarv'd upon the leaves and rind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give way, give way to me, who come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scorch'd with the self-same martyrdom:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have deserv'd as much (love knows)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to be canonis'd 'mongst those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose deeds and deaths here written are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within your greeny calendar:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all those virgins' fillets hung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon your boughs, and requiems sung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For saints and souls departed hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Here honour'd still with frankincense);<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all those tears that have been shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As a drink-offering to the dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all those true love-knots that be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mottoes carv'd on every tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By sweet Saint Phyllis pity me:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">By dear Saint Iphis, and the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all those other saints now blest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me, me, forsaken, here admit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among your myrtles to be writ:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That my poor name may have the glory<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To live remembered in your story.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Phyllis</i>, the Thracian princess who hanged herself for love of
+Demophoon.<br />
+
+<i>Iphis</i>, a Cyprian youth who hanged himself for love of Anaxaretes.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p450"></a>450. AN EPITAPH UPON A VIRGIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here a solemn fast we keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While all beauty lies asleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush'd be all things&mdash;no noise here&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the toning of a tear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or a sigh of such as bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cowslips for her covering.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p451"></a>451. TO THE RIGHT GRACIOUS PRINCE, LODOWICK,<br />DUKE OF RICHMOND AND
+LENNOX.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of all those three brave brothers fall'n i' th' war<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Not without glory), noble sir, you are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Despite of all concussions, left the stem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To shoot forth generations like to them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which may be done, if, sir, you can beget<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men in their substance, not in counterfeit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such essences as those three brothers; known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eternal by their own production.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of whom, from fame's white trumpet, this I'll tell,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Worthy their everlasting chronicle:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never since first Bellona us'd a shield,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Such three brave brothers fell in Mars his field</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These were those three Horatii Rome did boast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rome's were these three Horatii we have lost.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One C&#339;ur-de-Lion had that age long since;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, three; which three, you make up four, brave prince.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p452"></a>452. TO JEALOUSY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O jealousy, that art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The canker of the heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mak'st all hell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where thou do'st dwell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For pity be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No fury, or no firebrand to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Far from me I'll remove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All thoughts of irksome love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And turn to snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or crystal grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To keep still free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O! soul-tormenting jealousy, from thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p453"></a>453. TO LIVE FREELY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p455"></a>455. HIS ALMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here, here I live,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And somewhat give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of what I have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To those who crave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little or much,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My alms is such;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if my deal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of oil and meal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall fuller grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More I'll bestow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meantime be it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en but a bit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else a crumb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The scrip hath some.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Deal</i>, portion.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p456"></a>456. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, leave this loathed country life, and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow up to be a Roman citizen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those mites of time, which yet remain unspent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waste thou in that most civil government.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Get their comportment and the gliding tongue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of those mild men thou art to live among;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, being seated in that smoother sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Decree thy everlasting topic there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to the farm-house ne'er return at all:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though granges do not love thee, cities shall.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p457"></a>457. TO ENJOY THE TIME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While Fates permit us let's be merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pass all we must the fatal ferry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this our life too whirls away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the rotation of the day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p458"></a>458. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love, I have broke<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy yoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The neck is free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when I'm next<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love-vexed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then shackle me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis better yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To fret<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The feet or hands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to enthral<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or gall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The neck with bands.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p459"></a>459. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY, EARL<br />OF WESTMORELAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are a lord, an earl, nay more, a man<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who writes sweet numbers well as any can;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so, why then are not these verses hurled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like Sybil's leaves, throughout the ample world?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">What is a jewel if it be not set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forth by a ring or some rich carcanet?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But being so, then the beholders cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See, see a gem as rare as Belus' eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then public praise does run upon the stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a most rich, a rare, a precious one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Expose your jewels then unto the view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That we may praise them, or themselves prize you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Virtue concealed</i>, with Horace you'll confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Differs not much from drowsy slothfulness</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Belus' eye</i>, the eye onyx. "The stone called Belus' eie is white, and
+hath within it a black apple." (Holland's <i>Pliny</i>.)</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p460"></a>460. THE PLUNDER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am of all bereft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save but some few beans left,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereof, at last, to make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For me and mine a cake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which eaten, they and I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will say our grace, and die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p461"></a>461. LITTLENESS NO CAUSE OF LEANNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One feeds on lard, and yet is lean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I but feasting with a bean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow fat and smooth. The reason is:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jove prospers my meat more than his.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p464"></a>464. THE JIMMALL RING OR TRUE-LOVE KNOT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Returned a ring of jimmals to imply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy love had one knot, mine a triple tie.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Jimmal</i> or <i>gimmal</i>, double or triple ring.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p465"></a>465. THE PARTING VERSE OR CHARGE TO HIS<br />SUPPOSED WIFE WHEN HE TRAVELLED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go hence, and with this parting kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which joins two souls, remember this:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though thou be'st young, kind, soft, and fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And may'st draw thousands with a hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet let these glib temptations be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Furies to others, friends to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look upon all, and though on fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou set their hearts, let chaste desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Steer thee to me, and think, me gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In having all, that thou hast none.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor so immured would I have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee live, as dead and in thy grave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But walk abroad, yet wisely well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand for my coming, sentinel.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And think, as thou do'st walk the street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me or my shadow thou do'st meet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know a thousand greedy eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will on thy feature tyrannise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In my short absence, yet behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them like some picture, or some mould<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Fashion'd like thee, which, though 't have ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And eyes, it neither sees or hears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gifts will be sent, and letters, which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are the expressions of that itch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And salt, which frets thy suitors; fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both, lest thou lose thy liberty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, that once lost, thou't fall to one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then prostrate to a million.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if they woo thee, do thou say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that chaste Queen of Ithaca<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did to her suitors, this web done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Undone as oft as done), I'm won;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will not urge thee, for I know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though thou art young, thou canst say no,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no again, and so deny<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those thy lust-burning incubi.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let them enstyle thee fairest fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pearl of princes, yet despair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That so thou art, because thou must<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Believe love speaks it not, but lust;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this their flattery does commend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee chiefly for their pleasure's end.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am not jealous of thy faith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or will be, for the axiom saith:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that doth suspect does haste<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gentle mind to be unchaste.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, live thee to thy self, and keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy thoughts as cold as is thy sleep,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And let thy dreams be only fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With this, that I am in thy bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou, then turning in that sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waking shalt find me sleeping there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet if boundless lust must scale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy fortress, and will needs prevail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wildly force a passage in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Banish consent, and 'tis no sin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thine; so Lucrece fell and the<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chaste Syracusian Cyane.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So Medullina fell; yet none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of these had imputation<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the least trespass, 'cause the mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here was not with the act combin'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The body sins not, 'tis the will</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That makes the action, good or ill.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if thy fall should this way come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Triumph in such a martyrdom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will not over-long enlarge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee this my religious charge.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take this compression, so by this<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Means I shall know what other kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is mixed with mine, and truly know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Returning, if't be mine or no:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep it till then; and now, my spouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my wished safety pay thy vows<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And prayers to Venus; if it please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The great blue ruler of the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not many full-faced moons shall wane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lean-horn'd, before I come again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As one triumphant, when I find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thee all faith of womankind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor would I have thee think that thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had'st power thyself to keep this vow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, having 'scaped temptation's shelf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know virtue taught thee, not thyself.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Queen of Ithaca</i>, Penelope.<br />
+
+<i>Incubi</i>, adulterous spirits.<br />
+
+<i>Cyane</i>, a nymph of Syracuse, ravished by her father whom (and
+herself) she slew.<br />
+
+<i>Medullina</i>, a Roman virgin who endured a like fate.<br />
+
+<i>Compression</i>, embrace.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p466"></a>466. TO HIS KINSMAN, SIR THOS. SOAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seeing thee, Soame, I see a goodly man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in that good a great patrician.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next to which two, among the city powers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thrones, thyself one of those senators;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not wearing purple only for the show,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As many conscripts of the city do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for true service, worthy of that gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The golden chain, too, and the civic crown.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Conscripts</i>, "patres conscripti," aldermen.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p467"></a>467. TO BLOSSOMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why do ye fall so fast?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your date is not so past<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you may stay yet here a while,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To blush and gently smile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And go at last.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What! were ye born to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An hour or half's delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so to bid good-night?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Merely to show your worth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And lose you quite.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But you are lovely leaves, where we<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May read how soon things have<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their end, though ne'er so brave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after they have shown their pride<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like you a while, they glide<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Into the grave.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p468"></a>468. MAN'S DYING-PLACE UNCERTAIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man knows where first he ships himself, but he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never can tell where shall his landing be.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p469"></a>469. NOTHING FREE-COST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p470"></a>470. FEW FORTUNATE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Many we are, and yet but few possess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those fields of everlasting happiness.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p471"></a>471. TO PERENNA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How long, Perenna, wilt thou see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me languish for the love of thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Consent, and play a friendly part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To save, when thou may'st kill a heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p472"></a>472. TO THE LADIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trust me, ladies, I will do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing to distemper you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I any fret or vex,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men they shall be, not your sex.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p473"></a>473. THE OLD WIVES' PRAYER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Holy rood, come forth and shield<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Us i' th' city and the field:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safely guard us, now and aye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the blast that burns by day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And those sounds that us affright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the dead of dampish night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drive all hurtful fiends us fro,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the time the cocks first crow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p475"></a>475. UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem10"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pass by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And die:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unknown<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And gone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I' th' grave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My cave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I dwell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Farewell.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p476"></a>476. THE WASSAIL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give way, give way, ye gates, and win<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An easy blessing to your bin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And basket, by our entering in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">May both with manchet stand replete;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your larders, too, so hung with meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That though a thousand, thousand eat,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl about<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their silv'ry spheres, there's none may doubt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But more's sent in than was served out.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Next, may your dairies prosper so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that your pans no ebb may know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if they do, the more to flow,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like to a solemn sober stream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bank'd all with lilies, and the cream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sweetest cowslips filling them.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then, may your plants be prest with fruit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor bee, or hive you have be mute;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But sweetly sounding like a lute.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Next, may your duck and teeming hen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both to the cock's tread say Amen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for their two eggs render ten.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Last, may your harrows, shears, and ploughs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All prosper by our virgin vows.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! we bless, but see none here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That brings us either ale or beer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>In a dry house all things are near</i>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's leave a longer time to wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where rust and cobwebs bind the gate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all live here with needy fate.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where chimneys do for ever weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For want of warmth, and stomachs keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With noise, the servants' eyes from sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is in vain to sing, or stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our free feet here; but we'll away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet to the Lares this we'll say:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The time will come when you'll be sad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And reckon this for fortune bad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T'ave lost the good ye might have had.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Manchet</i>, fine white bread.<br />
+
+<i>Prest</i>, laden.<br />
+
+<i>Near</i>, penurious.<br />
+
+<i>Leave to wait</i>, cease waiting.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p477"></a>477. UPON A LADY FAIR BUT FRUITLESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Twice has Pudica been a bride, and led<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By holy Hymen to the nuptial bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two youths she's known thrice two, and twice three years;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet not a lily from the bed appears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor will; for why, Pudica this may know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Trees never bear unless they first do blow</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p478"></a>478. HOW SPRINGS CAME FIRST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These springs were maidens once that lov'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But lost to that they most approv'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My story tells by Love they were<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn'd to these springs which we see here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pretty whimpering that they make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When of the banks their leave they take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tells ye but this, they are the same,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In nothing chang'd but in their name.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p479"></a>479. TO ROSEMARY AND BAYS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When gloves are giving, gilded be you there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p481"></a>481. UPON A SCAR IN A VIRGIN'S FACE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis heresy in others: in your face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That scar's no schism, but the sign of grace.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p482"></a>482. UPON HIS EYESIGHT FAILING HIM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I begin to wane in sight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shortly I shall bid good-night:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then no gazing more about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the tapers once are out.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p483"></a>483. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, M. THOS. FALCONBIRGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stand with thy graces forth, brave man, and rise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High with thine own auspicious destinies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor leave the search, and proof, till thou canst find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These, or those ends, to which thou wast design'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy lucky genius and thy guiding star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have made thee prosperous in thy ways thus far:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor will they leave thee till they both have shown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee to the world a prime and public one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, when thou see'st thine age all turn'd to gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remember what thy Herrick thee foretold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When at the holy threshold of thine house<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He boded good luck to thy self and spouse</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lastly, be mindful, when thou art grown great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That towers high rear'd dread most the lightning's threat:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Whenas the humble cottages not fear</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The cleaving bolt of Jove the thunderer</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p484"></a>484. UPON JULIA'S HAIR FILL'D WITH DEW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dew sat on Julia's hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And spangled too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like leaves that laden are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With trembling dew:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Or glitter'd to my sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As when the beams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have their reflected light<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Danc'd by the streams.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p485"></a>485. ANOTHER ON HER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How can I choose but love and follow her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose shadow smells like milder pomander?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How can I choose but kiss her, whence does come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The storax, spikenard, myrrh, and laudanum?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pomander</i>, ball of scent.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p486"></a>486. LOSS FROM THE LEAST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Great men by small means oft are overthrown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He's lord of thy life who contemns his own</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p487"></a>487. REWARD AND PUNISHMENTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All things are open to these two events,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or to rewards, or else to punishments.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p488"></a>488. SHAME NO STATIST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shame is a bad attendant to a state:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He rents his crown that fears the people's hate</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p489"></a>489. TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since to the country first I came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have lost my former flame:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, methinks, I not inherit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I did, my ravish'd spirit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I write a verse or two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis with very much ado;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In regard I want that wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which should conjure up a line.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, though now of Muse bereft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have still the manners left<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to thank you, noble sir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For those gifts you do confer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon him who only can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be in prose a grateful man.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p490"></a>490. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could never love indeed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never see mine own heart bleed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never crucify my life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or for widow, maid, or wife.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could never seek to please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One or many mistresses:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never like their lips to swear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oil of roses still smelt there.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could never break my sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fold mine arms, sob, sigh, or weep:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Never beg, or humbly woo<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With oaths and lies, as others do.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could never walk alone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put a shirt of sackcloth on:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never keep a fast, or pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For good luck in love that day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But have hitherto liv'd free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the air that circles me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kept credit with my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neither broke i' th' whole, or part.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p491"></a>491. FRESH CHEESE AND CREAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Would ye have fresh cheese and cream?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Julia's breast can give you them:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, if more, each nipple cries:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To your cream here's strawberries.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p492"></a>492. AN ECLOGUE OR PASTORAL BETWEEN ENDYMION<br />PORTER AND LYCIDAS HERRICK,<br />
+SET AND SUNG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>End.</i> Ah! Lycidas, come tell me why<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thy whilom merry oat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By thee doth so neglected lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And never purls a note?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I prithee speak. <i>Lyc.</i> I will. <i>End.</i> Say on.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Lyc.</i> 'Tis thou, and only thou,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That art the cause, Endymion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>End.</i> For love's sake, tell me how.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lyc.</i> In this regard: that thou do'st play<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Upon another plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And for a rural roundelay<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Strik'st now a courtly strain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Thou leav'st our hills, our dales, our bowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Our finer fleeced sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unkind to us, to spend thine hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Where shepherds should not keep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I mean the court: Let Latmos be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My lov'd Endymion's court.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>End.</i> But I the courtly state would see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Lyc.</i> Then see it in report.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">What has the court to do with swains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Where Phyllis is not known?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor does it mind the rustic strains<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of us, or Corydon.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Break, if thou lov'st us, this delay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>End.</i> Dear Lycidas, e're long<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I vow, by Pan, to come away<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And pipe unto thy song.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Then Jessamine, with Florabell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And dainty Amaryllis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With handsome-handed Drosomell<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shall prank thy hook with lilies.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lyc.</i> Then Tityrus, and Corydon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And Thyrsis, they shall follow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all the rest; while thou alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shalt lead like young Apollo.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">And till thou com'st, thy Lycidas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In every genial cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall write in spice: Endymion 'twas<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That kept his piping up.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And, my most lucky swain, when I shall live to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Endymion's moon to fill up full, remember me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meantime, let Lycidas have leave to pipe to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Oat</i>, oaten pipe.<br />
+
+<i>Prank</i>, bedeck.<br />
+
+<i>Drosomell</i>, honey dew.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p493"></a>493. TO A BED OF TULIPS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bright tulips, we do know<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You had your coming hither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fading-time does show<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ye must quickly wither.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Your sisterhoods may stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And smile here for your hour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But die ye must away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Even as the meanest flower.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, virgins, then, and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your frailties, and bemoan ye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, lost like these, 'twill be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As time had never known ye.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p494"></a>494. A CAUTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That love last long, let it thy first care be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To find a wife that is most fit for thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be she too wealthy or too poor, be sure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Love in extremes can never long endure</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p495"></a>495. TO THE WATER NYMPHS DRINKING AT THE<br />FOUNTAIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Reach, with your whiter hands, to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some crystal of the spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I about the cup shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fresh lilies flourishing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To th' glass your lips incline;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I shall see by that one kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The water turn'd to wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p496"></a>496. TO HIS HONOURED KINSMAN, SIR<br />RICHARD STONE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To this white temple of my heroes here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beset with stately figures everywhere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of such rare saintships, who did here consume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their lives in sweets, and left in death perfume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, thou brave man! And bring with thee a stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thine own edification.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High are these statues here, besides no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strong than the heavens for everlastingness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where build aloft; and, being fix'd by these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set up thine own eternal images.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p497"></a>497. UPON A FLY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A golden fly one show'd to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clos'd in a box of ivory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where both seem'd proud: the fly to have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His burial in an ivory grave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ivory took state to hold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A corpse as bright as burnish'd gold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One fate had both, both equal grace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The buried, and the burying-place.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not Virgil's gnat, to whom the spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All flowers sent to's burying;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not Martial's bee, which in a bead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of amber quick was buried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor that fine worm that does inter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Herself i' th' silken sepulchre;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor my rare Phil,<a name="1.FNanchor_K_11"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_K_11" class="fnanchor">[K]</a> that lately was<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With lilies tomb'd up in a glass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More honour had than this same fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead, and closed up in ivory.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Virgil's gnat</i>, see <a href="#1.p256">256</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Martial's bee</i>, see <a href="#1.n497i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p499"></a>499. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Julia, when thy Herrick dies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close thou up thy poet's eyes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his last breath, let it be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Taken in by none but thee.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p500"></a>500. TO MISTRESS DOROTHY PARSONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou ask me, dear, wherefore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do write of thee no more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must answer, sweet, thy part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less is here than in my heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p502"></a>502. HOW HE WOULD DRINK HIS WINE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fill me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I see't in's <i>puris naturalibus</i>:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unmix'd. I love to have it smirk and shine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis sin I know, 'tis sin to throttle wine</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What madman's he, that when it sparkles so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will cool his flames or quench his fires with snow?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p503"></a>503. HOW MARIGOLDS CAME YELLOW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jealous girls these sometimes were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While they liv'd or lasted here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn'd to flowers, still they be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yellow, mark'd for jealousy.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p504"></a>504. THE BROKEN CRYSTAL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To fetch me wine my Lucia went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bearing a crystal continent:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, making haste, it came to pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She brake in two the purer glass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then smil'd, and sweetly chid her speed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So with a blush beshrew'd the deed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Continent</i>, holder.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p505"></a>505. PRECEPTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good precepts we must firmly hold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By daily learning we wax old.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p506"></a>506. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE EDWARD, EARL<br />OF DORSET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I dare write to you, my lord, who are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of your own self a public theatre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, sitting, see the wiles, ways, walks of wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And give a righteous judgment upon it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What need I care, though some dislike me should,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If Dorset say what Herrick writes is good?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We know y'are learn'd i' th' Muses, and no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In our state-sanctions, deep or bottomless.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose smile can make a poet, and your glance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dash all bad poems out of countenance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that an author needs no other bays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For coronation than your only praise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no one mischief greater than your frown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To null his numbers, and to blast his crown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Few live the life immortal. He ensures</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>His fame's long life who strives to set up yours.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p507"></a>507. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou'rt hence removing (like a shepherd's tent),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And walk thou must the way that others went:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fall thou must first, then rise to life with these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mark'd in thy book for faithful witnesses.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p508"></a>508. HOPE WELL AND HAVE WELL: OR, FAIR<br />AFTER FOUL WEATHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What though the heaven be lowering now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look with a contracted brow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shall discover, by-and-by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A repurgation of the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when those clouds away are driven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then will appear a cheerful heaven.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p509"></a>509. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I held Love's head while it did ache;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But so it chanc'd to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cruel pain did his forsake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And forthwith came to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ay me! how shall my grief be still'd?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or where else shall we find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One like to me, who must be kill'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For being too-too kind?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p510"></a>510. TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MRS. PENELOPE<br />WHEELER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Next is your lot, fair, to be number'd one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, in my book's canonisation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Late you come in; but you a saint shall be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In chief, in this poetic liturgy.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p511"></a>511. ANOTHER UPON HER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First, for your shape, the curious cannot show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any one part that's dissonant in you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And 'gainst your chaste behaviour there's no plea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since you are known to be Penelope.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus fair and clean you are, although there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A mighty strife 'twixt form and chastity</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Form</i>, beauty.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p513"></a>513. CROSS AND PILE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair and foul days trip cross and pile; the fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far less in number than our foul days are.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Trip cross and pile</i>, come haphazard, like the heads and tails of
+coins.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p514"></a>514. TO THE LADY CREW, UPON THE DEATH OF<br />HER CHILD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why, madam, will ye longer weep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And (pretty child) feels now no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those pains it lately felt before.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All now is silent; groans are fled:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your child lies still, yet is not dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But rather like a flower hid here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spring again another year.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p515"></a>515. HIS WINDING-SHEET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come thou, who art the wine and wit<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of all I've writ:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The grace, the glory, and the best<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Piece of the rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art of what I did intend<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The all and end;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what was made, was made to meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thee, thee, my sheet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come then, and be to my chaste side<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Both bed and bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We two, as reliques left, will have<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">One rest, one grave.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, hugging close, we will not fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lust entering here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where all desires are dead or cold<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As is the mould;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all affections are forgot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or trouble not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, here the slaves and pris'ners be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From shackles free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And weeping widows long oppress'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Do here find rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wronged client ends his laws<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Here, and his cause.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here those long suits of chancery lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Quiet, or die:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all Star-Chamber bills do cease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or hold their peace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here needs no Court for our Request,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Where all are best,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">All wise, all equal, and all just<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Alike i' th' dust.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor need we here to fear the frown<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of court or crown:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Where fortune bears no sway o'er things,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>There all are kings.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this securer place we'll keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As lull'd asleep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or for a little time we'll lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As robes laid by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be another day re-worn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Turn'd, but not torn:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, like old testaments engrost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lock'd up, not lost.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for a while lie here conceal'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To be reveal'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next at that great Platonick year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And then meet here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Platonick year</i>, the 36,000th year, in which all persons and things
+return to their original state.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p516"></a>516. TO MISTRESS MARY WILLAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One more by thee, love, and desert have sent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T' enspangle this expansive firmament.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O flame of beauty! come, appear, appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A virgin taper, ever shining here.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p517"></a>517. CHANGE GIVES CONTENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What now we like anon we disapprove:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The new successor drives away old love</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p519"></a>519. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Born I was to meet with age,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to walk life's pilgrimage.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Much I know of time is spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell I can't what's resident.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Howsoever, cares, adieu!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll have nought to say to you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I'll spend my coming hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drinking wine and crown'd with flowers.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Resident</i>, remaining.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p520"></a>520. FORTUNE FAVOURS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fortune did never favour one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fully, without exception;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though free she be, there's something yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still wanting to her favourite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p521"></a>521. TO PHYLLIS, TO LOVE AND LIVE WITH HIM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live, live with me, and thou shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pleasures I'll prepare for thee;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">What sweets the country can afford<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall bless thy bed and bless thy board.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The soft, sweet moss shall be thy bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With crawling woodbine over-spread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By which the silver-shedding streams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall gently melt thee into dreams.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy clothing, next, shall be a gown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of the fleece's purest down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tongues of kids shall be thy meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their milk thy drink; and thou shalt eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The paste of filberts for thy bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With cream of cowslips buttered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy feasting-tables shall be hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With daisies spread and daffodils,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where thou shalt sit, and red-breast by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For meat, shall give thee melody.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll give thee chains and carcanets<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of primroses and violets.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bag and bottle thou shalt have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That richly wrought, and this as brave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that as either shall express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wearer's no mean shepherdess.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At shearing-times, and yearly wakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Themilis his pastime makes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There thou shalt be; and be the wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, more, the feast, and grace of it.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">On holidays, when virgins meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dance the heyes with nimble feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shall come forth, and then appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The queen of roses for that year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And having danced, 'bove all the best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Carry the garland from the rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In wicker baskets maids shall bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee, my dearest shepherling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blushing apple, bashful pear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shame-fac'd plum, all simp'ring there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walk in the groves, and thou shalt find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The name of Phyllis in the rind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of every straight and smooth-skin tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where kissing that, I'll twice kiss thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee a sheep-hook I will send,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be-prank'd with ribands to this end;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, this alluring hook might be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less for to catch a sheep than me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt have possets, wassails fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not made of ale, but spiced wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make thy maids and self free mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All sitting near the glitt'ring hearth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt have ribands, roses, rings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gloves, garters, stockings, shoes, and strings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of winning colours, that shall move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Others to lust, but me to love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These, nay, and more, thine own shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt love, and live with me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Carcanets</i>, necklaces.<br />
+
+<i>Wakes</i>, village feasts on the dedication day of the church.<br />
+
+<i>The heyes</i>, a winding, country dance.<br />
+
+<i>Be-prank'd</i>, be-decked.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p522"></a>522. TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS SUSANNA<br />HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But here a-while, to languish and decay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to these garden-glories, which here be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p523"></a>523. UPON MISTRESS SUSANNA SOUTHWELL, HER<br />CHEEKS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ripe cherries smiling, while that others blow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p524"></a>524. UPON HER EYES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Clear are her eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like purest skies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Discovering from thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A baby there<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That turns each sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like an Intelligence.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>A baby</i>, see Note to <a href="#1.n38i">38</a>, "To his mistress objecting to him neither
+toying nor talking".</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p525"></a>525. UPON HER FEET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Her pretty feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like snails did creep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little out, and then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if they played at Bo-Peep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did soon draw in again.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p526"></a>526. TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, SIR JOHN MINCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For civil, clean, and circumcised wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for the comely carriage of it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art the man, the only man best known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mark'd for the true wit of a million:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From whom we'll reckon. Wit came in but since<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The calculation of thy birth, brave Mince.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p527"></a>527. UPON HIS GREY HAIRS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fly me not, though I be grey:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lady, this I know you'll say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better look the roses red<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When with white commingled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Black your hairs are, mine are white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This begets the more delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When things meet most opposite:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in pictures we descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus standing Vulcan by.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p528"></a>528. ACCUSATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If accusation only can draw blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None shall be guiltless, be he ne'er so good.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p529"></a>529. PRIDE ALLOWABLE IN POETS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As thou deserv'st, be proud; then gladly let<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Muse give thee the Delphic coronet.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p530"></a>530. A VOW TO MINERVA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goddess, I begin an art;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come thou in, with thy best part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to make the texture lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each way smooth and civilly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a broad-fac'd owl shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offer'd up with vows to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Civilly</i>, orderly.<br />
+
+<i>Owl</i>, the bird sacred to Athene or Minerva.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p534"></a>534. TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">'Tis evening, my sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dark, let us meet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long time w'ave here been a-toying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And never, as yet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That season could get<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein t'ave had an enjoying.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">For pity or shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then let not love's flame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be ever and ever a-spending;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since now to the port<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The path is but short,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet our way has no ending.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Time flies away fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our hours do waste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while we never remember<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How soon our life, here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grows old with the year<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That dies with the next December.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p535"></a>535. DISCORD NOT DISADVANTAGEOUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fortune no higher project can devise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to sow discord 'mongst the enemies.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p536"></a>536. ILL GOVERNMENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Preposterous is that government, and rude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When kings obey the wilder multitude.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Preposterous</i>, lit. hind-part before.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p537"></a>537. TO MARIGOLDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give way, and be ye ravish'd by the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hang the head whenas the act is done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spread as he spreads, wax less as he does wane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as he shuts, close up to maids again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p538"></a>538. TO DIANEME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me one kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And no more:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so be this<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes you poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To enrich you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll restore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that one two<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thousand score.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p539"></a>539. TO JULIA, THE FLAMINICA DIALIS OR QUEEN-PRIEST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou know'st, my Julia, that it is thy turn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This morning's incense to prepare and burn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The chaplet and Inarculum<a name="1.FNanchor_L_12"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_L_12" class="fnanchor">[L]</a> here be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the white vestures, all attending thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This day the queen-priest thou art made, t' appease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love for our very many trespasses.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One chief transgression is, among the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because with flowers her temple was not dressed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The next, because her altars did not shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With daily fires; the last, neglect of wine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which her wrath is gone forth to consume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Us all, unless preserved by thy perfume.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take then thy censer, put in fire, and thus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O pious priestess! make a peace for us.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For our neglect Love did our death decree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That we escape. <i>Redemption comes by thee</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p540"></a>540. ANACREONTIC.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Born I was to be old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And for to die here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After that, in the mould<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Long for to lie here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But before that day comes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Still I be bousing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I know in the tombs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's no carousing.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p541"></a>541. MEAT WITHOUT MIRTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eaten I have; and though I had good cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I did not sup, because no friends were there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where mirth and friends are absent when we dine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or sup, there wants the incense and the wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p542"></a>542. LARGE BOUNDS DO BUT BURY US.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All things o'er-ruled are here by chance:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The greatest man's inheritance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where'er the lucky lot doth fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Serves but for place of burial.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p543"></a>543. UPON URSLEY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The candid temples of her comely face;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he will say, whoe'er those circlets seeth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They be but signs of Ursley's hollow teeth.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p544"></a>544. AN ODE TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we securely live and eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The cream of meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And keep eternal fires,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By which we sit, and do divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">As wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And rage inspires.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If full we charm, then call upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Anacreon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To grace the frantic thyrse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And having drunk, we raise a shout<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Throughout<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To praise his verse.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then cause we Horace to be read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which sung, or said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A goblet to the brim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of lyric wine, both swell'd and crown'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Around<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">We quaff to him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus, thus we live, and spend the hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In wine and flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And make the frolic year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The month, the week, the instant day<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The longer here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come then, brave knight, and see the cell<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Wherein I dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my enchantments too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which love and noble freedom is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And this<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shall fetter you.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take horse, and come, or be so kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To send your mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though but in numbers few,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I shall think I have the heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or part<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of Clipseby Crew.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Securely</i>, free from care.<br />
+
+<i>Thyrse</i>, a Bacchic staff.<br />
+
+<i>Instant</i>, oncoming.<br />
+
+<i>Numbers</i>, verses.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p545"></a>545. TO HIS WORTHY KINSMAN, MR. STEPHEN<br />SOAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nor is my number full till I inscribe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee, sprightly Soame, one of my righteous tribe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A tribe of one lip, leaven, and of one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Civil behaviour, and religion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A stock of saints, where ev'ry one doth wear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A stole of white, and canonised here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among which holies be thou ever known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brave kinsman, mark'd out with the whiter stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which seals thy glory, since I do prefer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee here in my eternal calender.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p546"></a>546. TO HIS TOMB-MAKER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go I must; when I am gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Write but this upon my stone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chaste I lived, without a wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's the story of my life.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strewings need none, every flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is in this word, bachelour.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p547"></a>547. GREAT SPIRITS SUPERVIVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our mortal parts may wrapp'd in sear-cloths lie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Great spirits never with their bodies die</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p548"></a>548. NONE FREE FROM FAULT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out of the world he must, who once comes in.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No man exempted is from death, or sin.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p549"></a>549. UPON HIMSELF BEING BURIED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let me sleep this night away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the dawning of the day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then at th' opening of mine eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I, and all the world, shall rise.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p550"></a>550. PITY TO THE PROSTRATE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis worse than barbarous cruelty to show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No part of pity on a conquered foe.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p552"></a>552. HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here, here I live with what my board<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can with the smallest cost afford.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though ne'er so mean the viands be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They well content my Prew and me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or pea, or bean, or wort, or beet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever comes, content makes sweet.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we rejoice, because no rent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We pay for our poor tenement,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein we rest, and never fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The landlord or the usurer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The quarter-day does ne'er affright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our peaceful slumbers in the night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We eat our own and batten more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because we feed on no man's score;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But pity those whose flanks grow great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swell'd with the lard of others' meat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We bless our fortunes when we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our own beloved privacy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And like our living, where we're known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To very few, or else to none.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Prew</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, his servant, Prudence Baldwin.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p553"></a>553. THE CREDIT OF THE CONQUEROR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He who commends the vanquished, speaks the power<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And glorifies the worthy conqueror.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p554"></a>554. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The most of thee shall 'scape the funeral.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p556"></a>556. THE FAIRIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If ye will with Mab find grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set each platter in his place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rake the fire up, and get<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Water in, ere sun be set.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wash your pails, and cleanse your dairies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sluts are loathsome to the fairies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweep your house, who doth not so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mab will pinch her by the toe.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="1.p557"></a>557. TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, M. JOHN WEARE,<br />COUNCILLOR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did I or love, or could I others draw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the indulgence of the rugged law,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first foundation of that zeal should be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By reading all her paragraphs in thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who dost so fitly with the laws unite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if you two were one hermaphrodite.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor courts[t] thou her because she's well attended<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With wealth, but for those ends she was intended:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which were,&mdash;and still her offices are known,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Law is to give to ev'ry one his own</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To shore the feeble up against the strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To shield the stranger and the poor from wrong.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This was the founder's grave and good intent:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To keep the outcast in his tenement,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To free the orphan from that wolf-like man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who is his butcher more than guardian;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dry the widow's tears, and stop her swoons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By pouring balm and oil into her wounds.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This was the old way; and 'tis yet thy course<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To keep those pious principles in force.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Modest I will be; but one word I'll say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a sound that's vanishing away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sooner the inside of thy hand shall grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hisped and hairy, ere thy palm shall know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A postern-bribe took, or a forked fee,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To fetter Justice, when she might be free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Eggs I'll not shave</i>; but yet, brave man, if I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was destin'd forth to golden sovereignty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A prince I'd be, that I might thee prefer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be my counsel both and chancellor.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Hisped</i> (<i>hispidus</i>), rough with hairs.<br />
+
+<i>Postern-bribe</i>, a back-door bribe.<br />
+
+<i>Forked fee</i>, a fee from both sides in a case; cp. Ben Jonson's
+<i>Volpone</i>: "Give forked counsel, take provoking gold on either hand".<br />
+
+<i>Eggs I'll not shave</i>, a proverb.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p560"></a>560. THE WATCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wound up again: once down, he's down for ever.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The watch once down, all motions then do cease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And man's pulse stop'd, all passions sleep in peace.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p561"></a>561. LINES HAVE THEIR LININGS, AND BOOKS<br />THEIR BUCKRAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As in our clothes, so likewise he who looks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall find much farcing buckram in our books.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Farcing</i>, stuffing.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p562"></a>562. ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I behold a forest spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With silken trees upon thy head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when I see that other dress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of flowers set in comeliness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I behold another grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the ascent of curious lace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which like a pinnacle doth show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The top, and the top-gallant too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, when I see thy tresses bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into an oval, square, or round,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And knit in knots far more than I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can tell by tongue, or true-love tie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, when those lawny films I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Play with a wild civility,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all those airy silks to flow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alluring me, and tempting so:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must confess mine eye and heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dotes less on Nature than on Art.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Civility</i>, order.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p564"></a>564. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS BRIDGET<br />HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet Bridget blush'd, and therewithal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fresh blossoms from her cheeks did fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I thought at first 'twas but a dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till after I had handled them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And smelt them, then they smelt to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As blossoms of the almond tree.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p565"></a>565. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I played with Love, as with the fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wanton Satyr did;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor did I know, or could descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What under there was hid.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That Satyr he but burnt his lips;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But mine's the greater smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For kissing Love's dissembling chips<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fire scorch'd my heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>The wanton Satyr</i>, see <a href="#1.n565i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p566"></a>566. UPON A COMELY AND CURIOUS MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If men can say that beauty dies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marbles will swear that here it lies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If, reader, then thou canst forbear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In public loss to shed a tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dew of grief upon this stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will tell thee pity thou hast none.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p567"></a>567. UPON THE LOSS OF HIS FINGER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One of the five straight branches of my hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is lop'd already, and the rest but stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Expecting when to fall, which soon will be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First dies the leaf, the bough next, next the tree.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p568"></a>568. UPON IRENE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Angry if Irene be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a minute's life with me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a fire I espy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walking in and out her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As at once I freeze and fry.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="1.p569"></a>569. UPON ELECTRA'S TEARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprang up a sweet nativity of flowers.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> A second William is said to have been born, posthumously,
+in "Harry Campion's house at Hampton," in 1593.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_B_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> Yet in his <i>Farewell to Poetry</i> he distinctly says:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I've more to bear my charge than way to go";<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>the line, however, is a translation from his favourite Seneca, Ep. 77.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_C_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> "A javelin twined with ivy" (Note in the original
+edition).</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_D_4"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_D_4"><span class="label">[D]</span></a> "Songs to Bacchus" (Note in the original edition.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_E_5"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_E_5"><span class="label">[E]</span></a> Orig. ed., <i>should be burnt</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_F_6"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_F_6"><span class="label">[F]</span></a> Orig. ed., <i>warty</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_G_7"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_G_7"><span class="label">[G]</span></a> <i>Dardanium</i>, a bracelet, from Dardanus so called. (Note in
+the original edition.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_H_8"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_H_8"><span class="label">[H]</span></a> The sun. (Note in the original edition.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_I_9"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_I_9"><span class="label">[I]</span></a> The moon. (Note in the original edition.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_J_10"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_J_10"><span class="label">[J]</span></a> Hercules. (Note in the original edition.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_K_11"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_K_11"><span class="label">[K]</span></a> <i>Sparrow.</i> (Note in the original edition.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_L_12"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_L_12"><span class="label">[L]</span></a> A twig of a pomegranate, which the queen-priest did use to
+wear on her head at sacrificing. (Note in the original edition.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="1.Footnote_M_13"></a><a href="#1.FNanchor_M_13"><span class="label">[M]</span></a> Clune = "clunis," a haunch.</p></div>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>NOTES.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="1.NOTES"></a>NOTES.</h2>
+
+
+<p><a href="#1.p2">2</a>. <i>Whither, mad maiden</i>, etc. From Martial, I. iv. 11, 12:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Aetherias, lascive, cupis volitare per auras:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I, fuge; sed poteras tutior esse domi.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>But for the Court.</i> Cp. Martial, I. iv. 3, 4.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n4i"></a><a href="#1.p4">4</a>. <i>While Brutus standeth by.</i> "Brutus and Cato are commonplaces of
+examples of severe virtue": Grosart. But Herrick is translating. This is
+from Martial, XI. xvi. 9, 10:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Erubuit posuitque meum Lucretia librum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sed coram Bruto; Brute, recede, leget.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a name="1.n8i"></a><a href="#1.p8">8</a>. <i>When he would have his verses read.</i> The thought throughout this
+poem is taken from Martial, X. xix., beginning:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nec doctum satis et parum severum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sed non rusticulum nimis libellum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Facundo mea Plinio, Thalia,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I perfer:<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>where the address to Thalia perhaps explains Herrick's "do not <i>thou</i>
+rehearse". The important lines are:<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sed ne tempore non tuo disertam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pulses ebria januam, videto.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seras tutior ibis ad lucernas.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hæc hora est tua, cum furit Lyæus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cum regnat rosa, cum madent capilli:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tunc me vel rigidi legant Catones.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>When laurel spirts i' th' fire.</i> Burning bay leaves was a Christmas
+observance. Herrick sings:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Of crackling laurel, which foresounds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A plenteous harvest to your grounds":<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>where compare Tibull. II. v. 81-84. It was also used by maids as a love
+omen.</p>
+
+<p><i>Thyrse ... sacred Orgies.</i> Herrick's glosses show that the passage he
+had in mind was Catullus, lxiv. 256-269:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Harum pars tecta quatiebant cuspide thyrsos<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pars obscura cavis celebrabant orgia cistis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Orgia, quæ frustra cupiunt audire profani.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a name="1.n10i"></a><a href="#1.p10">10</a>. <i>No man at one time can be wise and love.</i> Amare et sapere vix deo
+conceditur. (Publius Syrus.) The quotation is found in both Burton and
+Montaigne.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p12">12</a>. <i>Who fears to ask</i>, etc. From Seneca, <i>Hippol.</i> 594-95. Qui timide
+rogat ... docet negare.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p15">15</a>. <i>Goddess Isis ... with her scent.</i> Cp. Plutarch, <i>De Iside et
+Osiride</i>, 15.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p17">17</a>. <i>He acts the crime.</i> Seneca: Nil interest faveas sceleri an illud
+facias.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p18">18</a>. <i>Two things odious.</i> From Ecclus. xxv. 2.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p31">31</a>. <i>A Sister ... about I'll lead.</i> "Have we not power to lead about a
+sister, a wife?" 1 Cor. ix. 5.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p35">35</a>. <i>Mercy and Truth live with thee.</i> 2 Sam. xv. 20.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n38i"></a><a href="#1.p38">38</a>. <i>To please those babies in your eyes.</i> The phrase "babies [<i>i.e.</i>,
+dolls] in the eyes" is probably only a translation of its metaphor,
+involved in the use of the Latin <i>pupilla</i> (a little girl), or "pupil,"
+for the central spot of the eye. The metaphor doubtless arose from the
+small reflections of the inlooker, which appear in the eyes of the
+person gazed at; but we meet with it both intensified, as in the phrase
+"to look babies in the eyes" (= to peer amorously), and with its origin
+disregarded, as in Herrick, where the "babies" are the pupils, and have
+an existence independent of any inlooker.</p>
+
+<p><i>Small griefs find tongue.</i> Seneca, <i>Hippol.</i> 608:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Curæ leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Full casks.</i> So G. Herbert, <i>Jacula Prudentum</i> (1640): Empty vessels
+sound most.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p48">48</a>. <i>Thus woe succeeds a woe as wave a wave.</i> Horace, Ep. II. ii. 176:
+Velut unda supervenit unda.
+<span title="Kymata kak&ocirc;n">&#922;&#8059;&#956;&#945;&#964;&#945; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#957;</span> and
+<span title="kak&ocirc;n trikymia">&#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#957; &#964;&#961;&#953;&#954;&#965;&#956;&#8055;&#945;</span>
+are common phrases in Greek tragedy.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p49">49</a>. <i>Cherry-pit.</i> Printed in the 1654 edition of <i>Witts Recreations</i>,
+where it appears as:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>Nicholas</i> and <i>Nell</i> did lately sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Playing for sport at cherry-pit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They both did throw, and, having thrown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He got the pit and she the stone".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p51">51</a>. <i>Ennobled numbers.</i> This poem is often quoted to prove that
+Herrick's country incumbency was<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span> good for his verse; but if the
+reference be only to his sacred poems or <i>Noble Numbers</i> these would
+rather prove the opposite.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p52">52</a>. <i>O earth, earth, earth, hear thou my voice.</i> Jerem. xxii. 29: O
+earth, earth, earth, hear the word of the Lord.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p56">56</a>. <i>Love give me more such nights as these.</i> A reminiscence of
+Marlowe's version of Ovid, <i>Amor</i>. I. v. 26: "Jove send me more such
+afternoons as this".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p72">72</a>. <i>Upon his Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick</i>, wife to his
+brother Thomas (see <i>infra</i>, <a href="#1.p106">106</a>).</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p74">74</a>. <i>Love makes me write what shame forbids to speak.</i> Ovid, <i>Phædra to
+Hippol.</i>: Dicere quæ puduit scribere jussit amor.</p>
+
+<p><i>Give me a kiss.</i> Herrick is here imitating the well-known lines of
+Catullus to Lesbia (<i>Carm.</i> v.):&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Da mi basia mille, deinde centum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dein, cum millia multa fecerimus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, etc.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p77">77</a>. <i>To the King, upon his coming with his army into the west.</i> Essex
+had marched into the west in June, 1644, relieved Lyme, and captured
+royal fortresses in Dorset and Devon. Charles followed him into "the
+drooping west," and, in September, the Parliamentary infantry were
+forced to surrender, while Essex himself escaped by sea. Herrick's
+"white omens" were thus fulfilled.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p79">79</a>. <i>To the King and Queen upon their unhappy</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span><i> distances.</i> Henrietta
+Maria escaped abroad with the crown jewels in 1642, returned the next
+year and rejoined Charles in the west in 1644, whence she escaped again
+to France. This poem has been supposed to refer to domestic dissensions;
+but the "ball of strife" is surely the Civil War in general, and the
+reference to the parting of 1644.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p81">81</a>. <i>The Cheat of Cupid.</i> Herrick is here translating "Anacreon," 31
+[3]:&mdash;</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Mesonyktiois poth' h&ocirc;rais">&#924;&#949;&#963;&#959;&#957;&#965;&#954;&#964;&#8055;&#959;&#953;&#962; &#960;&#959;&#952;' &#8037;&#961;&#945;&#953;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="strepheth' h&ecirc;nik' Arktos &ecirc;d&ecirc;">&#963;&#964;&#961;&#8051;&#966;&#949;&#952;' &#7969;&#957;&#8055;&#954;' &#7948;&#961;&#954;&#964;&#959;&#962; &#7972;&#948;&#951;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="kata cheira t&ecirc;n Bo&ocirc;tou,">&#954;&#945;&#964;&#8048; &#967;&#949;&#8150;&#961;&#945; &#964;&#8052;&#957; &#914;&#959;&#8061;&#964;&#959;&#965;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="merop&ocirc;n de phyla panta">&#956;&#949;&#961;&#8057;&#960;&#969;&#957; &#948;&#8050; &#966;&#8166;&#955;&#945; &#960;&#8049;&#957;&#964;&#945;<br /></span>
+<span class='linenum'>5</span><span class="i0" title="keatai kop&ocirc; damenta,">&#954;&#8051;&#945;&#964;&#945;&#953; &#954;&#8057;&#960;&#8179; &#948;&#945;&#956;&#8051;&#957;&#964;&#945;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="tot' Er&ocirc;s epistatheis meu">&#964;&#8057;&#964;' &#7964;&#961;&#969;&#962; &#7952;&#960;&#953;&#963;&#964;&#945;&#952;&#949;&#8055;&#962; &#956;&#949;&#965;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="thyre&ocirc;n ekopt' och&ecirc;as.">&#952;&#965;&#961;&#8051;&#969;&#957; &#7956;&#954;&#959;&#960;&#964;' &#8000;&#967;&#8134;&#945;&#962;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="tis, eph&ecirc;n, thyras arassei?">&#964;&#8055;&#962;, &#7956;&#966;&#951;&#957;, &#952;&#8059;&#961;&#945;&#962; &#7936;&#961;&#8049;&#963;&#963;&#949;&#953;&#894;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="kata meu schizeis oneirous.">&#954;&#945;&#964;&#8049; &#956;&#949;&#965; &#963;&#967;&#8055;&#950;&#949;&#953;&#962; &#8000;&#957;&#949;&#8055;&#961;&#959;&#965;&#962;.<br /></span>
+<span class='linenum'>10</span><span class="i0" title="ho d' Er&ocirc;s, anoige, ph&ecirc;sin;">&#8001; &#948;' &#7964;&#961;&#969;&#962;, &#7940;&#957;&#959;&#953;&#947;&#949;, &#966;&#951;&#963;&#8055;&#957;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="brephos eimi, m&ecirc; phob&ecirc;sai;">&#946;&#961;&#8051;&#966;&#959;&#962; &#949;&#7984;&#956;&#8055;, &#956;&#8052; &#966;&#8057;&#946;&#951;&#963;&#945;&#953;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="brechomai de kasel&ecirc;non">&#946;&#961;&#8051;&#967;&#959;&#956;&#945;&#953; &#948;&#8050; &#954;&#7936;&#963;&#8051;&#955;&#951;&#957;&#959;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="kata nykta peplan&ecirc;mai.">&#954;&#945;&#964;&#8048; &#957;&#8059;&#954;&#964;&#945; &#960;&#949;&#960;&#955;&#8049;&#957;&#951;&#956;&#945;&#953;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ele&ecirc;sa taut' akousas,">&#7952;&#955;&#8051;&#951;&#963;&#945; &#964;&#945;&#8166;&#964;' &#7936;&#954;&#959;&#8059;&#963;&#945;&#962;,<br /></span>
+<span class='linenum'>15</span><span class="i0" title="ana d' euthy lychnon hapsas">&#7936;&#957;&#8048; &#948;' &#949;&#8016;&#952;&#8058; &#955;&#8059;&#967;&#957;&#959;&#957; &#7941;&#968;&#945;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ane&ocirc;xa, kai brephos men">&#7936;&#957;&#8051;&#8179;&#958;&#945;, &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#946;&#961;&#8051;&#966;&#959;&#962; &#956;&#8051;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="esor&ocirc; pheronta toxon">&#7952;&#963;&#959;&#961;&#8182; &#966;&#7952;&#961;&#959;&#957;&#964;&#945; &#964;&#8057;&#958;&#959;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="pterygas te kai pharetr&ecirc;n.">&#960;&#964;&#8051;&#961;&#965;&#947;&#8049;&#962; &#964;&#949; &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#966;&#945;&#961;&#8051;&#964;&#961;&#951;&#957;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="para d' histi&ecirc;n kathisa,">&#960;&#945;&#961;&#8048; &#948;' &#7985;&#963;&#964;&#8055;&#951;&#957; &#954;&#945;&#952;&#8150;&#963;&#945;,<br /></span>
+<span class='linenum'>20</span><span class="i0" title="palamais te cheiras autou">&#960;&#945;&#955;&#8049;&#956;&#945;&#953;&#962; &#964;&#949; &#967;&#949;&#8150;&#961;&#945;&#962; &#945;&#8016;&#964;&#959;&#8166;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="anethalpon, ek de chait&ecirc;s">&#7936;&#957;&#8051;&#952;&#945;&#955;&#960;&#959;&#957;, &#7952;&#954; &#948;&#8050; &#967;&#945;&#8055;&#964;&#951;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="apethlibon hygron hyd&ocirc;r.">&#7936;&#960;&#8051;&#952;&#955;&#953;&#946;&#959;&#957; &#8017;&#947;&#961;&#8056;&#957; &#8021;&#948;&#969;&#961;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ho d', epei kryos meth&ecirc;ken,">&#8001; &#948;', &#7952;&#960;&#949;&#8054; &#954;&#961;&#8059;&#959;&#962; &#956;&#949;&#952;&#8134;&#954;&#949;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="phere, ph&ecirc;si, peiras&ocirc;men">&#966;&#8051;&#961;&#949;, &#966;&#951;&#963;&#8055;, &#960;&#949;&#953;&#961;&#8049;&#963;&#969;&#956;&#949;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class='linenum'>25</span><span class="i0" title="tode toxon, ei ti moi nyn">&#964;&#8057;&#948;&#949; &#964;&#8057;&#958;&#959;&#957;, &#949;&#7988; &#964;&#953; &#956;&#959;&#953; &#957;&#8166;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="blabetai bracheisa neur&ecirc;.">&#946;&#955;&#8049;&#946;&#949;&#964;&#945;&#953; &#946;&#961;&#945;&#967;&#949;&#8150;&#963;&#945; &#957;&#949;&#965;&#961;&#8053;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="tanyei de kai me typtei">&#964;&#945;&#957;&#8059;&#949;&#953; &#948;&#8050; &#954;&#945;&#8055; &#956;&#949; &#964;&#8059;&#960;&#964;&#949;&#953;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="meson h&ecirc;par, h&ocirc;sper oistros;">&#956;&#8051;&#963;&#959;&#957; &#7969;&#960;&#945;&#961;, &#8037;&#963;&#960;&#949;&#961; &#959;&#7990;&#963;&#964;&#961;&#959;&#962;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ana d' halletai kachaz&ocirc;n,">&#7936;&#957;&#8048; &#948;' &#7941;&#955;&#955;&#949;&#964;&#945;&#953; &#954;&#945;&#967;&#8049;&#950;&#969;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class='linenum'>30</span><span class="i0" title="xene d', eipe, synchar&ecirc;thi;">&#958;&#8051;&#957;&#949; &#948;', &#949;&#7990;&#960;&#949;, &#963;&#965;&#947;&#967;&#8049;&#961;&#951;&#952;&#953;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="keras ablabes men h&ecirc;min,">&#954;&#8051;&#961;&#945;&#962; &#7936;&#946;&#955;&#945;&#946;&#8050;&#962; &#956;&#8050;&#957; &#7969;&#956;&#8150;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="sy de kardi&ecirc;n pon&ecirc;seis.">&#963;&#8058; &#948;&#8050; &#954;&#945;&#961;&#948;&#8055;&#951;&#957; &#960;&#959;&#957;&#8053;&#963;&#949;&#953;&#962;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Some of his phrases, however, prove that he was occasionally more
+indebted to the Latin version of Stephanus than to the original.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p82">82</a>. <i>That for seven lusters I did never come.</i> The fall of Herrick's
+father from a window, fifteen months after the poet's birth, was imputed
+at the time to suicide; and it has been reasonably conjectured that some
+mystery may have attached to the place of his<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> burial. If "seven
+lusters" can be taken literally for thirty-five years, this poem was
+written in 1627.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p83">83</a>. <i>Delight in Disorder.</i> Cp. Ben Jonson's "Still to be neat, still to
+be drest," in its turn imitated from one of the <i>Basia</i> of Johannes
+Bonefonius.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p85">85</a>. <i>Upon Love.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1654. The only variant
+is "To tell me" for "To signifie" in the third line.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p86">86</a>. <i>To Dean Bourn.</i> "We found many persons in the village who could
+repeat some of his lines, and none who were not acquainted with his
+'Farewell to Dean Bourn,' which they said he uttered as he crossed the
+brook upon being ejected by Cromwell from the vicarage, to which he had
+been presented by Charles the First. But they added, with an air of
+innocent triumph, 'he did see it again,' as was the fact after the
+restoration." Barron Field in <i>Quarterly Review</i>, August, 1810. Herrick
+was ejected in 1648.</p>
+
+<p><i>A rocky generation! a people currish.</i> Cp. Burton, II. iii. 2: a rude
+... uncivil, wild, currish generation.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p91">91</a>. <i>That man loves not who is not zealous too.</i> Augustine, <i>Adv.
+Adimant.</i> 13: Qui non zelat, non amat.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p92">92</a>. <i>The Bag of the Bee.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1654, and in
+Henry Bold's <i>Wit a-sporting in a Pleasant Grove of new Fancies</i>, 1657.
+Set to music by Henry Lawes.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p93">93</a>. <i>Luxurious love by wealth is nourished.</i> Ovid, <i>Remed. Amor.</i> 746:
+Divitiis alitur luxuriosus amor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p95">95</a>. <i>Homer himself.</i> Indignor quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus. Horace,
+<i>De Art. Poet.</i> 359.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p100">100</a>. <i>To bread and water none is poor.</i> Seneca, <i>Excerpt.</i> ii. 887:
+Panem et aquam Natura desiderat; nemo ad haec pauper est.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nature with little is content.</i> Seneca, <i>Ep.</i> xvi.: Exiguum Natura
+desiderat. <i>Ep.</i> lx.: parvo Natura dimittitur.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n106i"></a><a href="#1.p106">106</a>. <i>A Country Life: To his brother, M. Tho. Herrick.</i> "Thomas,
+baptized May 12, 1588, was placed by his uncle and guardian, Sir William
+Heyrick, with Mr. Massam, a merchant in London; but in 1610 he appears
+to have returned into the country and to have settled in a small farm.
+It is supposed that this Thomas was the father of Thomas Heyrick, who in
+1668 resided at Market Harborough and issued a trader's token there, and
+grandfather to the Thomas who was curate of Harborough and published
+some sermons and poems." Hill's <i>Market Harborough</i>, p. 122.</p>
+
+<p>A MS. version of this poem is contained in Ashmole 38, from which Dr.
+Grosart gives a full collation on pp. cli.-cliii. of his Memorial
+Introduction. The MS. appears to follow an unrevised version of the
+poem, and contains a few couplets which Herrick afterwards thought fit
+to omit. The most important passage comes after line 92: "Virtue had,
+and mov'd her sphere".</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Nor know thy happy and unenvied state<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Owes more to virtue than to fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or fortune too; for what the first secures,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That as herself, or heaven, endures.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The two last fail, and by experience make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Known, not they give again, they take."<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>Thrice and above blest.</i> Felices ter et amplius, Hor. I. <i>Od.</i> xiii. 7.</p>
+
+<p><i>My soul's half:</i> Animæ dimidium meæ, Hor. I. <i>Od.</i> iii. 8. The poem is
+full of such reminiscences: "With holy meal and spirting (MS. crackling)
+salt" is the "Farre pio et saliente mica" of III. <i>Od.</i> xxiii. 20;
+"Untaught to suffer poverty" the "Indocilis pauperiem pati" of I. <i>Od.</i>
+i. 18; "A heart thrice wall'd" comes from I. <i>Od.</i> iii. 9: Illi robur et
+æs triplex, etc. Similar instances might be multiplied. Note, too, the
+use of "Lar" and "Genius".</p>
+
+
+
+<p><i>Jove for our labour all things sells us.</i> Epicharm. apud Xenoph.
+<i>Memor.</i> II. i. 20, <span title="t&ocirc;n pon&ocirc;n P&ocirc;lousin h&ecirc;min panta tagath' hoi theoi">&#964;&#8182;&#957; &#960;&#8057;&#957;&#969;&#957; &#928;&#969;&#955;&#959;&#8166;&#963;&#953;&#957; &#7969;&#956;&#8150;&#957; &#960;&#8049;&#957;&#964;&#945; &#964;&#7936;&#947;&#945;&#952;' &#959;&#7985; &#952;&#949;&#959;&#8055;</span>. Quoted by Montaigne, II. xx.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wisely true to thine own self.</i> Possibly a Shakespearian reminiscence
+of the "to thine own self be true" in the speech of Polonius to Laertes,
+Hamlet, I. iii. 78.</p>
+
+<p><i>A wise man every way lies square.</i> Cp. Arist. <i>Eth.</i> I. x. 11,
+<span title="h&ocirc;s al&ecirc;th&ocirc;s agathos kai tetrag&ocirc;nos aneu psogou">&#8033;&#962; &#7936;&#955;&#951;&#952;&#8182;&#962;
+&#7936;&#947;&#945;&#952;&#8056;&#962; &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#964;&#949;&#964;&#961;&#8049;&#947;&#969;&#957;&#959;&#962; &#7940;&#957;&#949;&#965; &#968;&#8057;&#947;&#959;&#965;</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>For seldom use commends the pleasure.</i> Voluptates commendat rarior
+usus. Juvenal, <i>Sat.</i> xi. ad fin.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nor fear or wish your dying day.</i> Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes.
+Mart. X. xlvii. 13.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n112i"></a><a href="#1.p112">112</a>. <i>To the Earl of Westmoreland.</i> Mildmay Fane succeeded his father,
+Thomas Fane, the first earl, in March, 1628. At the outbreak of the
+Civil War he sided with the king, but after a short imprisonment made
+his submission to the Parliament, and was relieved of the sequestration
+of his estates.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> He subsequently printed privately a volume of poems,
+called <i>Otia Sacra</i>, which has been re-edited by Dr. Grosart.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n117i"></a><a href="#1.p117">117</a>. <i>To the Patron of Poets, M. End. Porter.</i> Five of Herrick's poems
+are addressed to Endymion Porter, who seems to have been looked to as a
+patron by all the singers of his day. According to the inscription on a
+medal of him executed by Varin in 1635, he was then forty-eight, so that
+he was born in 1587, coming into the world at Aston-under-Hill in
+Gloucestershire. He went with Charles on his trip to Spain, and after
+his accession became groom of his bedchamber, was active in the king's
+service during the Civil War, and died in 1649. He was a collector of
+works of art both for himself and for the king, and encouraged Rob.
+Dover's Cotswold games by presenting him with a suit of the king's
+clothes. &Agrave; Wood tells us this, and mentions also that he was a friend of
+Donne, that Gervase Warmsely dedicated his <i>Virescit Vulnere Virtus</i> to
+him in 1628, and that in conjunction with the Earl of St. Alban's he
+also received the dedication of Davenant's <i>Madagascar</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Let there be patrons</i>, etc. Burton, I. ii. 3, &sect; 15. 'Tis an old saying:
+"Sint Mæcenates, non deerunt, Flacce, Marones" (Mart. VIII. lvi. 5).</p>
+
+<p>Fabius, Cotta, and Lentulus are examples of Roman patrons of poetry,
+themselves distinguished. Cp. Juvenal, vii. 94.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p119">119</a>. <i>His tapers thus put out.</i> So Ovid, <i>Am.</i> iii. 9:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ecce puer Veneris fert eversamque pharetram<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Et fractos arcus, et sine luce facem.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p121">121</a>. <i>Four things make us happy here.</i> From</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Hygiainein men ariston andri thnat&ocirc;;">&#8025;&#947;&#953;&#945;&#8055;&#957;&#949;&#953;&#957; &#956;&#8050;&#957; &#7940;&#961;&#953;&#963;&#964;&#959;&#957; &#7936;&#957;&#948;&#961;&#8054; &#952;&#957;&#945;&#964;&#8183;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="deuteron de phyan kalon genesthai;">&#948;&#949;&#8059;&#964;&#949;&#961;&#959;&#957; &#948;&#8050; &#966;&#965;&#8048;&#957; &#954;&#945;&#955;&#8056;&#957; &#947;&#949;&#957;&#8051;&#963;&#952;&#945;&#953;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="to triton de ploutein adol&ocirc;s;">&#964;&#8056; &#964;&#961;&#8055;&#964;&#959;&#957; &#948;&#8050; &#960;&#955;&#959;&#965;&#964;&#949;&#8150;&#957; &#945;&#948;&#8057;&#955;&#969;&#962;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="kai to tetarton, h&ecirc;ban meta t&ocirc;n phil&ocirc;n.">&#954;&#945;&#8054; &#964;&#8056; &#964;&#8051;&#964;&#945;&#961;&#964;&#959;&#957;, &#7969;&#946;&#8118;&#957; &#956;&#949;&#964;&#8048; &#964;&#8182;&#957; &#966;&#8055;&#955;&#969;&#957;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">(Bergk, <i>Anth. Lyr.</i>, <i>Scol.</i> 8.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p123">123</a>. <i>The Tear sent to her from Staines.</i> This is printed in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i> with no other variation than in the title, which there
+runs: "A Teare sent his Mistresse". Dr. Grosart notes that Staines was
+at the time a royal residence.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p128">128</a>. <i>His Farewell to Sack.</i> A manuscript version of this poem at the
+British Museum omits many lines (7, 8, 11-22, 29-36), and contains few
+important variants. "Of the yet chaste and undefiled bride" is a poor
+anticipation of line 6, and "To raise the holy madness" for "To rouse
+the sacred madness" is also weak. For the line and a half:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">"Prithee not smile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or smile more inly, lest thy looks beguile,"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>we have the very inferior passage:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">"I prithee draw in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy gazing fires, lest at their sight the sin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of fierce idolatry shoot into me, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I turn apostate to the strict command<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of nature; bid me now farewell, or smile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More ugly, lest thy tempting looks beguile".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>This MS. version is followed in the first published text in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i>, 1645.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n130i"></a><a href="#1.p130">130</a>. <i>Upon Mrs. Eliz. Wheeler.</i> "The lady complimented in this poem was
+probably a relation by<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> marriage. Herrick's first cousin, Martha, the
+seventh daughter of his uncle Robert, married Mr. John Wheeler." Nott.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p132">132</a>. <i>Fold now thine arms.</i> A sign of grief. Cp. "His arms in this sad
+knot". <i>Tempest.</i></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p134">134</a>. <i>Mr. J. Warr.</i> This John Warr is probably the same as the "honoured
+friend, Mr. John Weare, Councellour," of a later poem. Dr. Grosart
+quotes an "Epitaph upon his honoured friend, Master Warre," by Randolph.
+Nothing is known of him, but I find in the Oxford Register that a John
+Warr matriculated at Exeter College, 16th May, 1619, and proceeded M.A.
+in 1624. He may possibly be Herrick's friend.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p137">137</a>. <i>Dowry with a wife.</i> Cp. Ovid, <i>Ars Am.</i> ii. 155: Dos est uxoria
+lites.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p139">139</a>. <i>The Wounded Cupid.</i> This is taken from Anacreon, 33 [40]:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Er&ocirc;s pot' en rhodoisin">&#7964;&#961;&#969;&#962; &#960;&#959;&#964;' &#7952;&#957; &#8165;&#8057;&#948;&#959;&#953;&#963;&#953;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="koim&ocirc;men&ecirc;n melittan">&#954;&#959;&#953;&#956;&#969;&#956;&#8051;&#957;&#951;&#957; &#956;&#8051;&#955;&#953;&#964;&#964;&#945;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ouk eiden, all' eto&ocirc;th&ecirc;">&#959;&#8016;&#954; &#949;&#7990;&#948;&#949;&#957;, &#7936;&#955;&#955;' &#7952;&#964;&#959;&#8061;&#952;&#951;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ton daktylon; patachtheis">&#964;&#8056;&#957; &#948;&#8049;&#954;&#964;&#965;&#955;&#959;&#957;&#903; &#960;&#945;&#964;&#945;&#967;&#952;&#949;&#8055;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="tas cheiras &ocirc;lolyxen;">&#964;&#8048;&#962; &#967;&#949;&#8150;&#961;&#945;&#962; &#8032;&#955;&#8057;&#955;&#965;&#958;&#949;&#957;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="dram&ocirc;n de kai petastheis">&#948;&#961;&#945;&#956;&#8060;&#957; &#948;&#8050; &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#960;&#949;&#964;&#945;&#963;&#952;&#949;&#953;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="pros t&ecirc;n kal&ecirc;n Kyth&ecirc;r&ecirc;n">&#960;&#961;&#8056;&#962; &#964;&#8052;&#957; &#954;&#945;&#955;&#8052;&#957; &#922;&#965;&#952;&#8053;&#961;&#951;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ol&ocirc;la, mater, eipen,">&#8004;&#955;&#969;&#955;&#945;, &#956;&#8118;&#964;&#949;&#961;, &#949;&#7990;&#960;&#949;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ol&ocirc;la kapothn&ecirc;sk&ocirc;;">&#8004;&#955;&#969;&#955;&#945; &#954;&#7936;&#960;&#959;&#952;&#957;&#8053;&#963;&#954;&#969;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ophis m' etypse mikros">&#8004;&#966;&#953;&#962; &#956;' &#7956;&#964;&#965;&#968;&#949; &#956;&#953;&#954;&#961;&#8057;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="pter&ocirc;tos, hon kalousin">&#960;&#964;&#949;&#961;&#969;&#964;&#8057;&#962;, &#8003;&#957; &#954;&#945;&#955;&#959;&#8166;&#963;&#953;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="melittan hoi ge&ocirc;rgoi.">&#956;&#8051;&#955;&#953;&#964;&#964;&#945;&#957; &#959;&#7985; &#947;&#949;&#969;&#961;&#947;&#959;&#8055;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ha d' eipen; ei to kentron">&#7937; &#948;' &#949;&#7990;&#960;&#949;&#957;&#903; &#949;&#7984; &#964;&#8056; &#954;&#8051;&#957;&#964;&#961;&#959;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ponei to tas melittas,">&#960;&#959;&#957;&#949;&#8150; &#964;&#8056; &#964;&#8118;&#962; &#956;&#949;&#955;&#8055;&#964;&#964;&#945;&#962;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="poson dokeis ponousin,">&#960;&#8057;&#963;&#959;&#957; &#948;&#959;&#954;&#949;&#8150;&#962; &#960;&#959;&#957;&#959;&#8166;&#963;&#953;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Er&ocirc;s, hosous sy balleis?">&#7964;&#961;&#969;&#962;, &#8005;&#963;&#959;&#965;&#962; &#963;&#8058; &#946;&#8049;&#955;&#955;&#949;&#953;&#962;&#894;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p142">142</a>. <i>A Virgin's face she had.</i> Herrick is imitating a charming passage
+from the first &AElig;neid (ll. 315-320), in which &AElig;neas is confronted by
+Venus:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Virginis os habitumque gerens et virginis arma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spartanae vel qualis equos Threissa fatigat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Harpalyce volucremque fuga praevertitur Eurum.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Namque umeris de more habilem suspenderat arcum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venatrix, dederatque comam diffundere ventis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nuda genu nodoque sinus collecta fluentis.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>With a wand of myrtle</i>, etc. Cp. Anacreon, 7 [29]:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Hyakinthin&ecirc; me rhabd&ocirc;">&#8025;&#945;&#954;&#953;&#957;&#952;&#8055;&#957;&#8131; &#956;&#949; &#8165;&#8049;&#946;&#948;&#8179;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="chalep&ocirc;s, Er&ocirc;s rhapiz&ocirc;n ... eipe;">&#967;&#945;&#955;&#8051;&#960;&#969;&#962;, &#7964;&#961;&#969;&#962; &#8165;&#945;&#960;&#8055;&#950;&#969;&#957; ... &#949;&#7990;&#960;&#949;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Sy gar ou dyn&ecirc; phil&ecirc;sai.">&#931;&#8058; &#947;&#8048;&#961; &#959;&#8016; &#948;&#8059;&#957;&#8131; &#966;&#953;&#955;&#8134;&#963;&#945;&#953;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a name="1.n146i"></a><a href="#1.p146">146</a>. <i>Upon the Bishop of Lincoln's Imprisonment.</i> John Williams
+(1582-1650), Bishop of Lincoln, 1621; Lord Keeper of the Privy Seal,
+1621-1625; suspended and imprisoned, 1637-1640, on a frivolous charge of
+having betrayed the king's secrets; Archbishop of York, 1641. Save from
+this poem and the <i>Carol</i> printed in the Appendix we know nothing of his
+relations with Herrick. He had probably stood in the way of the poet's
+obtaining holy orders or preferment. When Herrick was appointed to the
+cure of Dean Prior in 1629, Williams had already lost favour at the
+Court.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p147">147</a>. <i>Cynthius pluck ye by the ear.</i> Cp. Virg. <i>Ecl.</i> vi. 3: Cynthius
+aurem Vellit et admonuit; and Milton's <i>Lycidas</i>, 77: "Ph&#339;bus replied
+and touched my trembling ears".</p>
+
+<p><i>The lazy man the most doth love.</i> Cp. Ovid, <i>Remed. Amor.</i> 144: Cedit
+amor rebus: res age, tutus eris. Nott. But Ovid could also write: Qui
+nolet fieri desidiosus amet (1 <i>Am.</i> ix. 46).</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p149">149</a>. <i>Sir Thomas Southwell</i>, of Hangleton, Sussex, knighted 1615, died
+before December 16, 1642.</p>
+
+<p><i>Those tapers five.</i> Mentioned by Plutarch, <i>Qu. Rom.</i> 2. For their
+significance see Ben Jonson's <i>Masque of Hymen</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>O'er the threshold force her in.</i> The custom of lifting the bride over
+the threshold, probably to avert an ill-omened stumble, has prevailed
+among the most diverse races. For the anointing of the doorposts Brand
+quotes Langley's translation of Polydore Vergil: "The bryde anoynted the
+poostes of the doores with swynes' grease, because she thought by that
+meanes to dryve awaye all misfortune, whereof she had her name in Latin
+'Uxor ab unguendo'".</p>
+
+<p><i>To gather nuts.</i> A Roman marriage custom mentioned in Catullus, <i>Carm.</i>
+lxi. 124-127, the <i>In Nuptias Juliæ et Manlii</i>, which Herrick keeps in
+mind all through this ode.</p>
+
+<p><i>With all lucky birds to side.</i> Bona cum bona nubit alite virgo. Cat.
+<i>Carm.</i> lxi. 18.</p>
+
+<p><i>But when ye both can say Come.</i> The wish in this case appears to have
+been fulfilled, as Lady Southwell administered to her husband's estate,
+Dec. 16, 1642, and her own estate was administered on the thirtieth of
+the following January.</p>
+
+<p><i>Two ripe shocks of corn.</i> Cp. Job v. 26.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p153">153</a>. <i>His wish.</i> From Hor. <i>Epist.</i> I. xviii. 111, 112:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sed satis est orare Jovem quæ donat et aufert;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Det vitam, det opes; æquum m&icirc; animum ipse parabo:<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>where Herrick seems to have read <i>qui</i> for <i>quæ</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p157">157</a>. <i>No Herbs have power to cure Love.</i> Ovid, <i>Met.</i> i. 523; id. <i>Her.</i>
+v. 149: Nullis amor est medicabilis herbis. For the 'only one sovereign
+salve' cp. Seneca, <i>Hippol.</i> 1189: Mors amoris una sedamen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p159">159</a>. <i>The Cruel Maid.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650, with no
+other variant than the mistaken omission of "how" in l. 7. I do not
+think that it has been yet pointed out that the whole poem is a close
+imitation of Theocritus, xxiii. 19-47:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span title="Agrie pai kai stygne, k.t.l.">&#7948;&#947;&#961;&#953;&#949; &#960;&#945;&#8150; &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#963;&#964;&#965;&#947;&#957;&#8051;, &#954;.&#964;.&#955;.</span></p>
+
+<p>Possibly Herrick meant to translate the whole poem, which would explain
+his initial <i>And</i>. But cp. Ben Jonson's <i>Engl. Gram.</i> ch. viii.: "'And'
+in the beginning of a sentence serveth instead of an admiration".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p164">164</a>. <i>To a Gentlewoman objecting to him his gray hairs.</i> Mr. Hazlitt
+quotes an early MS. copy headed: "An old man to his younge Mrs.". The
+variants, as he observes, are mostly for the worse. The poem may have
+been suggested to Herrick by Anacreon, 6 [11]:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Legousin hai gynaikes,">&#923;&#8051;&#947;&#959;&#965;&#963;&#953;&#957; &#945;&#7985; &#947;&#965;&#957;&#945;&#8150;&#954;&#949;&#962;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Anakre&ocirc;n, ger&ocirc;n ei;">&#7944;&#957;&#945;&#954;&#961;&#8051;&#969;&#957;, &#947;&#8051;&#961;&#969;&#957; &#949;&#7990;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="lab&ocirc;n esoptron athrei">&#955;&#945;&#946;&#8060;&#957; &#7956;&#963;&#959;&#960;&#964;&#961;&#959;&#957; &#7940;&#952;&#961;&#949;&#953;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="komas men ouket' ousas k.t.l.">&#954;&#8057;&#956;&#945;&#962; &#956;&#8050;&#957; &#959;&#8016;&#954;&#8051;&#964;' &#959;&#8020;&#963;&#945;&#962; &#954;.&#964;.&#955;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p168">168</a>. <i>Jos. Lo. Bishop of Exeter.</i> Joseph Hall, 1574-1656, author of the
+satires.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p169">169</a>. <i>The Countess of Carlisle.</i> Lucy, the second wife of James, first
+Earl of Carlisle, the Lady Carlisle of Browning's <i>Strafford</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p170">170</a>. <i>I fear no earthly powers.</i> Probably suggested by Anacreon [36],
+beginning: <span title="ti me tous nomous didaskeis">&#964;&#8055; &#956;&#949; &#964;&#959;&#8058;&#962; &#957;&#8057;&#956;&#959;&#965;&#962; &#948;&#953;&#948;&#8049;&#963;&#954;&#949;&#953;&#962;</span>; Cp. also 7 [15]:
+<span title="Ou moi melei ta Gyge&ocirc;">&#927;&#8020; &#956;&#959;&#953; &#956;&#8051;&#955;&#949;&#953; &#964;&#8048;
+&#915;&#8059;&#947;&#949;&#969;</span>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p172">172</a>. <i>A Ring presented to Julia.</i> Printed without variation in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i>, 1650, under the title: "With a <span title="Drawing of a Ring"><b>O</b></span> to
+Julia".<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p174">174</a>. <i>Still thou reply'st: The Dead.</i> Cp. Martial, VIII. lxix. 1, 2:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Miraris veteres, Vacerra, solos<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nec laudas nisi mortuos poetas.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p178">178</a>. <i>Corinna's going a-Maying.</i> Herrick's poem is a charming expansion
+of Chaucer's theme: "For May wol have no slogardye a night". The account
+of May-day customs in Brand (vol. i. pp. 212-234) is unusually full, and
+all Herrick's allusions can be illustrated from it. Dr. Nott compares
+the last stanza to Catullus, <i>Carm.</i> v.; but parallels from the classic
+poets could be multiplied indefinitely.</p>
+
+<p><i>The God unshorn</i> of l. 2 is from Hor. I. <i>Od</i>. xxi. 2: Intonsum pueri
+dicite Cynthium.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p181">181</a>. <i>A dialogue between Horace and Lydia.</i> Hor. III. <i>Od.</i> ix.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ramsey.</i> Organist of Trinity College, Cambridge, 1628-1634. Some of his
+music still exists in MS.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p185">185</a>. <i>An Ode to Master Endymion Porter, upon his brother's death.</i>
+Endymion Porter is said to have had an only brother, Giles, who died in
+the king's service at Oxford, <i>i.e.</i>, between 1642 and 1646, and it has
+been taken for granted that this ode refers to his death. The
+supposition is possibly right, but if so, the ode, despite its beauty,
+is so gratingly and extraordinarily selfish that we may wonder if the
+dead brother is not the William Herrick of the next poem. The first
+verse is, of course, a soliloquy of Herrick's, not, as Dr. Grosart
+suggests, addressed to him by Porter. Dr. Nott again parallels Catullus,
+<i>Carm</i>. v.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p186">186</a>. <i>To his dying brother, Master William Herrick.</i> According to Dr.
+Grosart and Mr. Hazlitt the<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> poet had an elder brother, William,
+baptized at St. Vedast's, Foster Lane, Nov. 24, 1585 (he must have been
+born some months earlier, if this date be right, for his sister Martha
+was baptized in the following January), and alive in 1629, when he acted
+as one of the executors of his mother's will. But, it is said, there was
+also another brother named William, born in 1593, after his father's
+death, "at Harry Campion's house at Hampton". I have not been able to
+find the authority for this last statement, which, as it asserts the
+co-existence of two brothers, of the same name, is certainly surprising.
+According to Dr. Grosart, it is the younger William who "died young" and
+was addressed in this poem, but I must own to feeling some doubt in the
+matter.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p193">193</a>. <i>The Lily in a Crystal.</i> The poem may be taken as an expansion of
+Martial, VIII. lxviii. 5-8:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Condita perspicu&acirc; vivit vindemia gemm&acirc;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Et tegitur felix, nec tamen uva latet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Femineum lucet sic per bombycina corpus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Calculus in nitid&acirc; sic numeratur aqu&acirc;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p197">197</a>. <i>The Welcome to Sack.</i> Two MSS. at the British Museum (Harl. 6931
+and Add. 19,268) contain copies of this important poem. These copies
+differ considerably from the printed version, are proved by small
+variations to be independent of each other, and at the same time agree
+in all important points. We may conclude, therefore, that they represent
+an earlier version of the poem, subsequently revised by Herrick before
+the issue of <i>Hesperides</i>. In the subjoined copy, in which the two MSS.
+are corrected<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> from each other, italics show the variations, asterisks
+mark lines omitted in <i>Hesperides</i>, and a dagger the absence of lines
+subsequently added.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"So <i>swift</i> streams meet, so springs with gladder smiles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meet after long divorcement <i>made by</i> isles:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When love (the child of likeness) urgeth on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their crystal <i>waters</i> to an union.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So meet stol'n kisses when the moonie <i>night</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Calls forth fierce lovers to their wisht <i>delight</i>:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So kings and queens meet, when desire convinces<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All thoughts, <i>save those that tend to</i> getting princes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I meet thee, Soul of my life and fame!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eternal Lamp of Love, whose radiant flame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out-<i>darts</i> the heaven's Osiris; and thy <i>gems</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Darken</i> the splendour of his mid-day beams.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome, O welcome, my illustrious spouse!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome as are the ends unto my vows:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Nay</i>, far more welcome than the happy soil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sea-scourged merchant, after all his toil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Salutes with tears of joy, when fires <i>display</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The <i>smoking</i> chimneys of his Ithaca.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where hast thou been so long from my embraces,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poor pitied exile? Tell me, did thy Graces<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fly discontented hence, and for a time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Choose rather for</i> to bless <i>some</i> other clime?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&#8224;*<i>Oh, then, not longer let my sweet defer</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">*<i>Her buxom smiles from me, her worshipper!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why <i>have those amber</i> looks, the which have been<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time-past so fragrant, sickly now <i>call'd</i> in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a dull twilight? Tell me, *<i>hath my soul</i><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">*<i>Prophaned in speech or done an act that is foul</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">*<i>Against thy purer essence?</i> <i>For that</i> fault<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll expiate with sulphur, hair and salt:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with the crystal humour of the spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Purge hence the guilt, and kill <i>the</i> quarrelling.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Wilt</i> thou not smile, <i>nor</i> tell me what's amiss?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have I been cold to hug thee, too remiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too temperate in embracing? Tell me, has desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-thee-ward died in the embers, and no fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Left in <i>the</i> raked-up <i>ashes</i>, as a mark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To testify the glowing of a spark?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&#8224;<i>I must</i> confess I left thee, and appeal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas done by me more to <i>increase</i> my zeal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And double my affection[&#8224;]; as do those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose love grows more inflamed by being <i>froze</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to forsake thee, [&#8224;] could there <i>ever</i> be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A thought of such-like possibility?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When <i>all the world may know that vines</i> shall lack<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grapes, before Herrick <i>leave</i> Canary sack.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">*<i>Sack is my life, my leaven, salt to all</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">*<i>My dearest dainties, nay, 'tis the principal</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">*<i>Fire unto all my functions, gives me blood,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">*<i>An active spirit, full marrow, and, what is good,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Sack makes</i> me <i>sprightful, airy</i> to be borne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like Iphyclus, upon the tops of corn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Sack makes</i> me nimble, as the wing&egrave;d hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dance and caper <i>o'er the tops</i> of flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ride the sunbeams. Can there be a thing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the <i>cope of heaven</i> that can bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More <i>joy</i> unto my <i>soul</i>, or can present<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Genius with a fuller blandishment?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Illustrious Idol! <i>Can</i> the Egyptians seek<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Help from the garlick, onion and the leek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pay no vows to thee, who <i>art the</i> best<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God, and far more <i>transcending</i> than the rest?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had Cassius, that weak water-drinker, known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee in <i>the</i> Vine, or had but tasted one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Small chalice of thy <i>nectar, he, even</i> he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the wise Cato had approved of thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had not Jove's son, the <i>rash</i> Tyrinthian swain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Invited to the Thesbian banquet), ta'ne<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full goblets of thy [&#8224;] blood; his *<i>lustful</i> sprite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Had not</i> kept heat for fifty maids that night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&#8224;As Queens meet Queens, <i>so let sack come to</i> me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Or</i> as Cleopatra <i>unto</i> Anthonie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When her high <i>visage</i> did at once present<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the Triumvir love and wonderment.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swell up my <i>feeble sinews</i>, let my blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&#8224;Fill each part full of fire,* <i>let all my good</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Parts be encouraged</i>, active to do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What thy commanding soul shall put <i>me</i> to,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And till I turn apostate to thy love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which here I vow to serve, <i>never</i> remove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy <i>blessing</i> from me; but Apollo's curse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blast <i>all mine</i> actions; or, a thing that's worse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When these circumstants <i>have the fate</i> to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The time <i>when</i> I prevaricate from thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call me the Son of Beer, and then confine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me to the tap, the toast, the turf; let wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er shine upon me; <i>let</i> my <i>verses</i> all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Haste</i> to a sudden death and funeral:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And last, <i>dear Spouse, when I thee</i> disavow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>May ne'er</i> prophetic Daphne crown my brow."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Certainly this manuscript version is in every way<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> inferior to that
+printed in the <i>Hesperides</i>, and Herrick must be reckoned among the
+poets who are able to revise their own work.</p>
+
+<p><i>The smoky chimneys of his Ithaca.</i> Ovid, I. <i>de Ponto</i>, ix. 265:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Non dubia est Ithaci prudentia sed tamen optat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fumum de patriis posse videre focis.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Upon the tops of corn.</i> Virgil (<i>&AElig;n.</i> vii. 808-9) uses the same
+comparison of Camilla: Illa vel intactae segetis per summa volaret
+Gramina, nec teneras cursu laesisset aristas.</p>
+
+<p><i>Could the Egyptians seek Help from the garlick, onion and the leek.</i>
+Cp. Numbers xi. 5, and Juv., xi. 9-11.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cassius, that weak water-drinker.</i> Not, as Dr. Grosart queries:
+"Cassius Iatrosophista, or Cassius Felix?" but C. Cassius Longinus, the
+murderer of Cæsar. Cp. Montaigne, II. 2, and Seneca, <i>Ep.</i> 83: "Cassius
+tot&acirc; vit&acirc; aquam bibit" there quoted.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p201">201</a>. <i>To trust to good verses.</i> Carminibus confide bonis. Ovid, <i>Am.</i>
+III. ix. 39.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Golden Pomp is come.</i> Aurea pompa venit, Ovid, <i>Am.</i> III. ii. 44.
+"Now reigns the rose" (nunc regnat rosa) is a common phrase in Martial
+and elsewhere. For the "Arabian dew," cp. Ovid, <i>Sappho to Phaon</i>, 98:
+Arabo noster rore capillus olet.</p>
+
+<p><i>A text ... Behold Tibullus lies.</i> Jacet ecce Tibullus: Vix manet e
+tanto parva quod urna capit. Ovid, <i>Am.</i> III. ix. 39.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p203">203</a>. <i>Lips Tongueless.</i> Dr. Nott parallels Catullus, <i>Carm.</i> lii.
+(lv.):<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Si linguam clauso tenes in ore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fructus projicies amoris omnes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Verbosa gaudet Venus loquela.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p208">208</a>. <i>Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.</i> Set to music by William Lawes in
+Playford's second book of "Ayres," 1652. Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>,
+1654, with the variants: "Gather <i>your</i> Rosebuds" in l. 1; l. 4, <i>may</i>
+for <i>will</i>; l. 6, <i>he is getting</i> for <i>he's a-getting</i>; l. 8, <i>nearer to
+his setting</i> for <i>nearer he's to setting</i>. The opening lines are from
+Ausonius, ccclxi. 49, 50 (quoted by Burton, <i>Anat. Mel.</i> III. 2, 5 &sect;
+5):&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Collige, virgo, rosas, dum flos novus, et nova pubes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum:<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>cp. also l. 43:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quam longa una dies, ætas tam longa rosarum.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p209">209</a>. <i>Has not whence to sink at all.</i> Seneca, <i>Ep.</i> xx.: Redige te ad
+parva ex quibus cadere non possis. Cp. Alain Delisle: Qui decumbit humi
+non habet unde cadat.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p211">211</a>. <i>His poetry his pillar.</i> A variation upon the Horatian theme:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Exegi monumentum aere perennius<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Regalique situ pyramidum altius".<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(III. <i>Od.</i> xxx.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p212">212</a>. <i>What though the sea be calm.</i> Almost literally translated from
+Seneca, <i>Ep.</i> iv.: Noli huic tranquillitati confidere: momento mare
+evertitur: eodem die ubi luserunt navigia sorbentur.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n213i"></a><a href="#1.p213">213</a>. <i>At noon of day was seen a silver star.</i> "King Charles the First
+went to St. Paul's Church the 30th day of May, 1630, to give praise for
+the birth of his son, attended with all his Peers and a most royal
+Train, where a bright star appeared at High Noon in the sight of all."
+(<i>Stella Meridiana</i>, 1661.)</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p213">213</a>. <i>And all most sweet, yet all less sweet than he.</i> It is
+characteristic of Herrick that in his <i>Noble Numbers</i> ("The New-Year's
+Gift") he repeats this line, applying it to Christ.</p>
+
+<p><i>The swiftest grace is best.</i> <span title="&Ocirc;keiai charites glyker&ocirc;terai">&#8040;&#954;&#949;&#8150;&#945;&#953; &#967;&#8049;&#961;&#953;&#964;&#949;&#962; &#947;&#955;&#965;&#954;&#949;&#961;&#8061;&#964;&#949;&#961;&#945;&#953;</span>.
+Anth. Pal. x. 30.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p214">214</a>. <i>Know thy when.</i> So in <i>The Star-song</i> Herrick sings: "Thou canst
+clear All doubts and manifest the where".</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n219i"></a><a href="#1.p219">219</a>. <i>Lord Bernard Stewart</i>, fourth son of Esme, third Duke of Lennox,
+and himself created Earl of Lichfield by Charles I. He commanded the
+king's troop of guards, and was killed at the battle of Rowton Heath,
+outside Chester, Sept. 24, 1645.</p>
+
+<p>Clarendon (<i>History of the Rebellion</i>, ix. 19) thus records his death
+and character: "Here fell many gentlemen and officers of name, with the
+brave Earl of Litchfield, who was the third brother of that illustrious
+family that sacrificed his life in this quarrel. He was a very faultless
+young man, of a most gentle, courteous, and affable nature, and of a
+spirit and courage invincible; whose loss all men lamented, and the king
+bore it with extraordinary grief."</p>
+
+<p><i>Trentall.</i> Properly a set of thirty masses for the repose of a dead
+man's soul. Here and elsewhere<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span> Herrick uses the word as an equivalent
+for dirge, but Sidney distinguished them: "Let dirige be sung and
+trentalls rightly read. For love is dead," etc. "Hence, hence profane,"
+is the Latin, <i>procul o procul este profani</i> of Virg. <i>&AElig;n.</i> vi. 258,
+where "profane" is only equivalent to uninitiated.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n223i"></a><a href="#1.p223">223</a>. <i>The Fairy Temple.</i> For a brief note on Herrick's fairy poems, see
+Appendix. On the dedication to Mr. John Merrifield, Counsellor-at-Law,
+Dr. Grosart remarks: "Nothing seems to be now known of Merrifield. It is
+just possible that&mdash;as throughout the poem&mdash;the name was an invented
+one, 'Merry Field'." But the records of the Inner Temple show that the
+Merrifields were a legal family from Woolmiston, near Crewkerne,
+Somersetshire. John (son of Richard) Merrifield, the father, was
+admitted to the Inner Temple in 1581, and John, the son, in 1611. This
+latter must be Herrick's Counsellor. He rose to be a Master of the Bench
+in 1638 and Sergeant-at-Law in 1660. He died October, 1666, aged 75, at
+Crewkerne. On the other hand, it can hardly be doubted that Dr. Grosart
+is right in regarding the names of the fairy saints as quite imaginary.
+He nevertheless suggests SS. Titus, Neot, Idus, Ida, Fridian or
+Fridolin, Trypho, Felan and Felix as the possible prototypes of "Saint
+<i>Tit</i>, Saint <i>Nit</i>, Saint <i>Is</i>," etc. It should be noted that "Tit and
+Nit" occur with "Wap and Win" and other obviously made-up names, in
+Drayton's <i>Nymphidia</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p229">229</a>. <i>Upon Cupid.</i> Taken from Anacreon, 5 [59].</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Stephos plek&ocirc;n poth' heuron">&#931;&#964;&#8051;&#966;&#959;&#962; &#960;&#955;&#8051;&#954;&#969;&#957; &#960;&#959;&#952;' &#949;&#8023;&#961;&#959;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="en tois rhodois Er&ocirc;ta;">&#7952;&#957; &#964;&#959;&#8150;&#962; &#8165;&#8057;&#948;&#959;&#953;&#962; &#7964;&#961;&#969;&#964;&#945;&#903;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span>
+<span class="i0" title="kai t&ocirc;n pter&ocirc;n katasch&ocirc;n">&#954;&#945;&#8054; &#964;&#8182;&#957; &#960;&#964;&#949;&#961;&#8182;&#957; &#954;&#945;&#964;&#945;&#963;&#967;&#8061;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="ebaptis' eis ton oinon;">&#7952;&#946;&#8049;&#960;&#964;&#953;&#963;' &#949;&#7984;&#962; &#964;&#8056;&#957; &#959;&#7990;&#957;&#959;&#957;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="lab&ocirc;n d' epinon auton,">&#955;&#945;&#946;&#8060;&#957; &#948;' &#7956;&#960;&#953;&#957;&#959;&#957; &#945;&#8016;&#964;&#8057;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="kai nyn es&ocirc; mel&ocirc;n mou">&#954;&#945;&#8054; &#957;&#8166;&#957; &#7956;&#963;&#969; &#956;&#949;&#955;&#8182;&#957; &#956;&#959;&#965;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="pteroisi gargalizei.">&#960;&#964;&#949;&#961;&#959;&#8150;&#963;&#953; &#947;&#945;&#961;&#947;&#945;&#955;&#8055;&#950;&#949;&#953;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p234">234</a>. <i>Care will make a face.</i> Ovid, <i>Ar. Am.</i> iii. 105: Cura dabit
+faciem, facies neglecta peribit.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p235">235</a>. <i>Upon Himself.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1654, under the
+title: <i>On an old Batchelor</i>, and with the variants, <i>married</i> for
+<i>wedded</i>, l. 3, <i>one</i> for <i>a</i> in l. 4, and <i>Rather than mend me, blind
+me quite</i> in l. 6.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p238">238</a>. <i>To the Rose.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1654, with the
+variants <i>peevish</i> for <i>flowing</i> in l. 4, <i>say, if she frets, that I
+have bonds</i> in l. 6, <i>that can tame although not kill</i> in l. 10, and
+<i>now</i> for <i>thus</i> in l. 11. The opening couplet is from Martial, VII.
+lxxxix.:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I, felix rosa, mollibusque sertis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nostri cinge comas Apollinaris.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p241">241</a>. <i>Upon a painted Gentlewoman.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650,
+under the title, <i>On a painted madame</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p250">250</a>. <i>Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland.</i> See Note to <a href="#1.n112i">112</a>. According to the
+date of the earl's succession, this poem must have been written after
+1628.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p253">253</a>. <i>He that will not love</i>, etc. Ovid, <i>Rem. Am.</i> 15, 16:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Si quis male fert indignae regna puellae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ne pereat nostrae sentiat artis opem.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>How she is her own least part.</i> <i>Ib.</i> 344: Pars minima est ipsa puella
+sui, quoted by Bacon, Burton, Lyly, and Montaigne.</p>
+
+<p>Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1654, with the variants, '<i>freezing</i>
+colds and <i>fiery</i> heats,' and 'and how she is <i>in every</i> part'.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p256">256</a>. <i>Had Lesbia</i>, etc. See Catullus, <i>Carm</i>. iii.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p260">260</a>. <i>How violets came blue.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1654, as
+<i>How the violets came blue</i>. The first two lines read:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The violets, as poets tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Venus wrangling went".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Other variants are <i>did</i> for <i>sho'd</i> in l. 3; <i>Girl</i> for <i>Girls</i>; <i>you</i>
+for <i>ye</i>; <i>do</i> for <i>dare</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p264">264</a>. <i>That verse</i>, etc. Herrick repeats this assurance in a different
+context in the second of his <i>Noble Numbers</i>, <i>His Prayer for
+Absolution</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p269">269</a>. <i>The Gods to Kings the judgment give to sway.</i> From Tacitus, <i>Ann.</i>
+vi. 8 (M. Terentius to Tiberius): Tibi summum rerum judicium dii dedere;
+nobis obsequi gloria relicta est.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p270">270</a>. <i>He that may sin, sins least.</i> Ovid, <i>Amor.</i> III. iv. 9, 10:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cui peccare licet, peccat minus: ipsa potestas<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Semina nequitiae languidiora facit.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p271">271</a>. <i>Upon a maid that died the day she was married.</i> Cp. Meleager,
+Anth. Pal. vii. 182:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Ou gamon all' Aidan epinymphidion Klearista">&#927;&#8016; &#947;&#8049;&#956;&#959;&#957; &#7936;&#955;&#955;' &#7944;&#8055;&#948;&#945;&#957; &#7952;&#960;&#953;&#957;&#965;&#956;&#966;&#8055;&#948;&#953;&#959;&#957; &#922;&#955;&#949;&#945;&#961;&#8055;&#963;&#964;&#945;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2" title="dexato parthenias hammata lyomena;">&#948;&#8051;&#958;&#945;&#964;&#959; &#960;&#945;&#961;&#952;&#949;&#957;&#8055;&#945;&#962; &#7941;&#956;&#956;&#945;&#964;&#945; &#955;&#965;&#959;&#956;&#8051;&#957;&#945;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Arti gar hesperioi nymphas epi diklisin acheun">&#7948;&#961;&#964;&#953; &#947;&#8048;&#961; &#7953;&#963;&#960;&#8051;&#961;&#953;&#959;&#953; &#957;&#8059;&#956;&#966;&#945;&#962; &#7952;&#960;&#8054; &#948;&#953;&#954;&#955;&#8055;&#963;&#953;&#957; &#7940;&#967;&#949;&#965;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2" title="l&ocirc;toi, kai thalam&ocirc;n eplatageunto thyrai;">&#955;&#969;&#964;&#959;&#8055;, &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#952;&#945;&#955;&#8049;&#956;&#969;&#957; &#7952;&#960;&#955;&#945;&#964;&#945;&#947;&#949;&#8166;&#957;&#964;&#959; &#952;&#8059;&#961;&#945;&#953;&#903;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span>
+<span class="i0" title="&Ecirc;&ocirc;oi d' ololygmon anekragon, ek d' Hymenaios">&#7976;&#8183;&#959;&#953; &#948;' &#8000;&#955;&#959;&#955;&#965;&#947;&#956;&#8056;&#957; &#7936;&#957;&#8051;&#954;&#961;&#945;&#947;&#959;&#957;, &#7952;&#954; &#948;' &#8025;&#956;&#8051;&#957;&#945;&#953;&#959;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2" title="sigatheis goeron phthegma metharmosato,">&#963;&#953;&#947;&#945;&#952;&#949;&#8054;&#962; &#947;&#959;&#949;&#961;&#8056;&#957; &#966;&#952;&#8051;&#947;&#956;&#945; &#956;&#949;&#952;&#945;&#961;&#956;&#8057;&#963;&#945;&#964;&#959;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Hai d' autai kai phengos edadouchoun para past&ocirc;">&#913;&#7985; &#948;' &#945;&#8016;&#964;&#945;&#8054; &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#966;&#8051;&#947;&#947;&#959;&#962; &#7952;&#948;&#8115;&#948;&#959;&#8059;&#967;&#959;&#965;&#957; &#960;&#945;&#961;&#8048; &#960;&#945;&#963;&#964;&#8183;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2" title="peukai kai phthimena nerthen ephainon hodon.">&#960;&#949;&#8166;&#954;&#945;&#953; &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#966;&#952;&#953;&#956;&#8051;&#957;&#8115; &#957;&#8051;&#961;&#952;&#949;&#957; &#7956;&#966;&#945;&#953;&#957;&#959;&#957; &#8001;&#948;&#8057;&#957;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p278">278</a>. <i>To his Household Gods.</i> Obviously written at the time of his
+ejection from his living.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p283">283</a>. <i>A Nuptial Song on Sir Clipseby Crew.</i> Of this Epithalamium
+(written in 1625 for the marriage of Sir Clipseby Crew, knighted by
+James I. at Theobald's in 1620, with Jane, daughter of Sir John
+Pulteney), two manuscript versions, substantially agreeing, are
+preserved at the British Museum (Harl. MS. 6917, and Add. 25, 303).
+Seven verses are transcribed in these manuscripts which Herrick
+afterwards saw fit to omit, and almost every verse contains variants of
+importance. It is impossible to convey the effect of the earlier version
+by a mere collation, and I therefore transcribe it in full, despite its
+length. As before, variants and additions are printed in italics. The
+numbers in brackets are those of the later version, as given in
+<i>Hesperides</i>. The marginal readings are variants of Add. 25, 303, from
+the Harleian manuscript.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">1 [1].<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What's that we see from far? the spring of Day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bloom'd from the East, or fair <i>enamell'd</i> May<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blown out of April; or some new<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Star fill'd with glory to our view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Reaching at Heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To add a nobler Planet to the seven?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Say or do we not descry<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Some Goddess in a Cloud of Tiffany<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To move, or rather the<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Emerg<i>ing</i> Venus from the sea?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">2 [2].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"'Tis she! 'tis she! or else some more Divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enlightened substance; mark how from the shrine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of holy Saints she paces on<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Throwing about</i> Vermilion<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And Amber: spice-<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">ing the chafte-air with fumes of Paradise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then come on, come on, and yield<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A savour like unto a blessed field,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the bedabbled morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Washes the golden ears of corn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">3.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>Lead on fair paranymphs, the while her eyes,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Guilty of somewhat, ripe the strawberries</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And cherries in her cheeks, there's cream</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Already spilt, her rays must gleam</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i5"><i>Gently thereon,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And so beget lust and temptation</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>To surfeit and to hunger.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Help on her pace; and, though she lag, yet stir</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Her homewards; well she knows</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Her heart's at home, howe'er she goes.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">4 [3].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"See where she comes; and smell how all the street<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathes Vine-yards and Pomegranates: O how sweet,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">As a fir'd Altar, is each stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Spirting forth</i> pounded Cinnamon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">The Ph&#339;nix nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Built up of odours, burneth in her breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who <i>would not then</i> consume<br /></span>
+<span class="linenum">ash-heaps]</span><span class="i0">His soul to <i>ashes</i> in that rich perfume?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Bestroking Fate the while<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He burns to embers on the Pile.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">5 [4].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="linenum">ground]</span><span class="i0">"Hymen, O Hymen! tread the sacred <i>round</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shew thy white feet, and head with Marjoram crowned:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mount up thy flames, and let thy Torch<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Display <i>thy</i> Bridegroom in the porch<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">In his desires<br /></span>
+<span class="linenum">disparkling]</span><span class="i0">More towering, more <i>besparkling</i> than thy fires:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shew her how his eyes do turn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And roll about, and in their motions burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Their balls to cinders: haste<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or, <i>like a firebrand</i>, he will waste.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">6.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>See how he waves his hand, and through his eyes</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Shoots forth his jealous soul, for to surprise</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And ravish you his Bride, do you</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Not now perceive the soul of C[lipseby] C[rew],</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Your mayden knight,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i5"><i>With kisses to inspire</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>You with his just and holy ire.</i><br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">7 [5].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>If so, glide through the ranks of Virgins</i>, pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Showers of Roses, lucky four-leaved grass:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The while the cloud of younglings sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drown <i>you</i> with a flowery spring:<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">While some repeat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your praise, and bless you, sprinkling you with Wheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While that others do divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Blest is the Bride on whom the Sun doth shine';<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And thousands gladly wish<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You multiply as <i>do the</i> fish.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">8.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>Why then go forward, sweet Auspicious Bride,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And come upon your Bridegroom like a Tide</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Bearing down Time before you; hye</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Swell, mix, and loose your souls; imply</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Like streams which flow</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Encurled together, and no difference show</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>In their [most] silver waters; run</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Into your selves like wool together spun.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Or blend so as the sight</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Of two makes one Hermaphrodite.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">9 [6].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And, beauteous Bride, we do confess <i>you</i> are wise<br /></span>
+<span class="linenum">doling]</span><span class="i0"><i>On drawing</i> forth <i>those</i> bashful jealousies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In love's name, do so; and a price<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Set on yourself by being nice.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span>
+<span class="i5">But yet take heed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What now you seem be not the same indeed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And turn Apostat<i>a</i>: Love will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part of the way be met, or sit stone still;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On them, and though <i>y'are slow</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>In going</i> yet, howsoever go.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">10.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>How long, soft Bride, shall your dear C[lipseby] make</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Love to your welcome with the mystic cake,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>How long, oh pardon, shall the house</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And the smooth Handmaids pay their vows</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i5"><i>With oil and wine</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For your approach, yet see their Altars pine?</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>How long shall the page to please</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>You stand for to surrender up the keys</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Of the glad house? Come, come,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Or Lar will freeze to death at home.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">11.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>Welcome at last unto the Threshold, Time</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Throned in a saffron evening, seems to chime</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>All in, kiss and so enter. If</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>A prayer must be said, be brief,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i5"><i>The easy Gods</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For such neglect have only myrtle rods</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>To stroke, not strike; fear you</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Not more, mild Nymph, than they would have you do;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>But dread that you do more offend</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>In that you do begin than end.</i><br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">12 [7].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And now y'are entered, see the coddled cook<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Runs from his Torrid Zone to pry and look<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bless his dainty mistress; see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>How</i> th' aged point out: 'This is she<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Who now must sway<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Us</i> (<i>and God</i> shield her) with her yea and nay,'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the smirk Butler thinks it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sin in <i>his</i> nap'ry not t' express his wit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Each striving to devise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some gin wherewith to catch <i>her</i> eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">13.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>What though your laden Altar now has won</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The credit from the table of the Sun</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>For earth and sea; this cost</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>On you is altogether lost</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i5"><i>Because you feed</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Not on the flesh of beasts, but on the seed</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Of contemplation: your,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Your eyes are they, wherewith you draw the pure</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Elixir to the mind</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Which sees the body fed, yet pined.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">14 [14].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"If <i>you must needs</i> for ceremonie's sake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bless a sack posset, Luck go with <i>you</i>, take<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The night charm quickly; you have spells<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And magic for to end, and Hells<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">To pass, but such<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And of such torture as no <i>God</i> would grutch<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To live therein for ever: fry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Aye</i> and consume, and grow again to die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And live, and in that case<br /></span>
+<span class="linenum">the]</span><span class="i2">Love the <i>damnation</i> of <i>that</i> place.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">15 [8].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To Bed, to Bed, <i>sweet</i> Turtles now, and write<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This the shortest day,&#8224; this the longest night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And</i> yet too short for you; 'tis we<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who count this night as long as three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Lying alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Hearing</i> the clock <i>go</i> Ten, Eleven, Twelve, One:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quickly, quickly then prepare.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let the young men and the Bridemaids share<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Your garters, and their joints<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Encircle with the Bridegroom's points.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">16 [9].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"By the Bride's eyes, and by the teeming life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of her green hopes, we charge you that no strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Further</i> than <i>virtue lends</i>, gets place<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Among <i>you catching at</i> her Lace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Oh, do not fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Foul in these noble pastimes, lest you call<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Discord in, and so divide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The <i>gentle</i> Bridegroom and the <i>fragrous</i> Bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which Love forefend: but spoken<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be't to your praise: 'No peace was broken'.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">17[10].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Strip her of spring-time, tender whimpering maids,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now Autumn's come, when all <i>those</i> flowery aids<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of her delays must end, dispose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That Lady-smock, that pansy and that Rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Neatly apart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for prick-madam, and for gentle-heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And soft maiden-blush, the Bride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes holy these, all others lay aside:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Then strip her, or unto her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let him come who dares undo her.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">18 [11].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="linenum">ye]</span><span class="i0">"And to enchant <i>you</i> more, <i>view</i> everywhere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the roof a Syren in a sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As we think, singing to the din<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of many a warbling cherubin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i5"><i>List, oh list!</i> how<br /></span>
+<span class="linenum">ye]</span><span class="i0"><i>Even heaven gives up his soul between you</i> now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Mark how</i> thousand Cupids fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To light their Tapers at the Bride's bright eye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To bed, or her they'll tire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were she an element of fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">19 [12].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And to your more bewitching, see the proud<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plump bed bear up, and <i>rising</i> like a cloud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tempting <i>thee, too, too</i> modest; can<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You see it brussle like a swan<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And you be cold<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet it, when it woos and seems to fold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The arms to hug <i>you</i>? throw, throw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yourselves into <i>that main, in the full</i> flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of <i>the</i> white pride, and drown<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The <i>stars</i> with you in floods of down.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">20 [13].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>You see 'tis</i> ready, and the maze of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looks for the treaders; everywhere is wove<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wit and new mystery, read and<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Put in practice, to understand<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And know each wile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each Hieroglyphic of a kiss or smile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And do it <i>in</i> the full, reach<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High in your own conceipts, and <i>rather</i> teach<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Nature and Art one more<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Sport</i> than they ever knew before.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">21.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To the Maidens:]<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="linenum">the]</span><span class="i0">"<i>And now y' have wept enough, depart; yon stars</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Begin to pink, as weary that the wars</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Know so long Treaties; beat the Drum</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Aloft, and like two armies, come</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i5"><i>And guild the field,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Fight bravely for the flame of mankind, yield</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Not to this, or that assault,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For that would prove more Heresy than fault</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>In combatants to fly</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>'Fore this or that hath got the victory.</i><br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">22 [15].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But since it must be done, despatch and sew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up in a sheet your Bride, and what if so<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It be with <i>rib of Rock and</i> Brass,<br /></span>
+<span class="linenum">ye]</span><span class="i2"><i>Yea</i> tower her up, as Danae was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Think you that this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or Hell itself, a powerful Bulwark is?<br /></span>
+<span class="linenum">ye]</span><span class="i2">I tell <i>you</i> no; but like a<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bold bolt of thunder he will make his way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And rend the cloud, and throw<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sheet about, like flakes of snow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">23 [16].<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"All now is hushed in silence: Midwife-moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all her Owl-ey'd issue begs a boon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which you must grant; that's entrance with<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which extract, all we &#8224; call pith<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And quintessence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Planetary bodies; so commence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All fair constellations<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looking upon <i>you</i> that <i>the</i> Nations<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Springing from to such Fires<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May blaze the virtue of their Sires."<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12"><span class="smcap">&mdash;R. Herrick.</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<p>The variants in this version are not very important; one of the most
+noteworthy, <i>round</i> for <i>ground</i>, in stanza 5 [4], was overlooked by Dr.
+Grosart in his collation. Of the seven stanzas subsequently omitted
+several are of great beauty. There are few happier images in Herrick
+than that of <i>Time throned in a saffron evening</i> in stanza 11. It is
+only when<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span> the earlier version is read as a whole that Herrick's taste
+in omitting is vindicated. Each stanza is good in itself, but in the
+MSS. the poem drags from excessive length, and the reduction of its
+twenty-three stanzas to sixteen greatly improves it.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p286">286</a>. <i>Ever full of pensive fear.</i> Ovid, <i>Heroid.</i> i. 12: Res est
+solliciti plena timoris amor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p287">287</a>. <i>Reverence to riches.</i> Perhaps from Tacit. <i>Ann.</i> ii. 33: Neque in
+familia et argento quæque ad usum parantur nimium aliquid aut modicum,
+nisi ex fortuna possidentis.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p288">288</a>. <i>Who forms a godhead.</i> From Martial, VIII. xxiv. 5:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Qui fingit sacros auro vel marmore vultus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Non facit ille deos: qui rogat, ille facit.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p290">290</a>. <i>The eyes be first that conquered are.</i> From Tacitus, <i>Germ.</i> 43:
+Primi in omnibus proeliis oculi vincuntur.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p293">293</a>. <i>Oberon's Feast.</i> For a note on Herrick's Fairy Poems and on the
+<i>Description of the King and Queene of the Fayries</i> (1635), in which
+part of this poem was first printed, see <a href="#2.Page_322">Appendix</a>. Add. MS. 22, 603, at
+the British Museum, and Ashmole MS. 38, at the Bodleian, contain early
+versions of the poem substantially agreeing. I transcribe the Museum
+copy:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A little mushroom table spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After <i>the dance</i>, they set on bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A <i>yellow corn of hecky</i> wheat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With some small <i>sandy</i> grit to eat<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">His choice bits; with <i>which</i> in a trice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They make a feast less great than nice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all <i>the</i> while his eye <i>was</i> served<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We <i>dare</i> not think his ear was sterved:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that there was in place to stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His <i>fire</i> the <i>pittering</i> Grasshopper;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The merry Cricket, puling Fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The piping Gnat for minstralcy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The Humming Dor, the dying Swan,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And each a choice Musician.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now we must imagine first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Elves present to quench his thirst<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pure seed-pearl of infant dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought and <i>beswetted</i> in a blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pregnant violet; which done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His kitling eyes begin to run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite through the table, where he spies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The horns of papery Butterflies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which he eats, <i>but with</i> a little<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Neat cool allay</i> of Cuckoo's spittle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little Fuz-ball pudding stands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By, yet not blessed by his hands&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That was too coarse, but <i>he not spares</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To feed upon the candid hairs</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Of a dried canker, with a</i> sagg<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And well <i>bestuffed</i> Bee's sweet bag:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Stroking</i> his pallet with some store<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Emme<i>t</i> eggs. What would he more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Beards of Mice, <i>an Ewt's</i> stew'd thigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A pickled maggot and a dry</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Hipp, with a</i> Red cap worm, that's shut<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the concave of a Nut<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Brown as his tooth, <i>and with the fat</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And well-boiled inchpin of a Bat.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A bloated Earwig with the Pith</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Of sugared rush aglads him with;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>But most of all the Glow-worm's fire.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>As most betickling his desire</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To know his Queen, mixt with the far-</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Fetcht binding-jelly of a star.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The silk-worm's seed</i>, a little moth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Lately</i> fattened in a piece of cloth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Withered cherries; Mandrake's ears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mole's eyes; to these the slain stag's tears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The unctuous dewlaps of a Snail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The broke heart of a Nightingale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er-come in music; with a wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er ravished from the flattering Vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But gently pressed from the soft side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the most sweet and dainty Bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought in a <i>daisy chalice</i>, which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He fully quaffs <i>off</i> to bewitch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His blood <i>too high</i>. This done, commended<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grace by his Priest, the feast is ended."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The Shapcott to whom this <i>Oberon's Feast</i> and <i>Oberon's Palace</i> are
+dedicated is Herrick's "peculiar friend, Master Thomas Shapcott,
+Lawyer," of a later poem. Dr. Grosart again suggests that it may have
+been a character-name, but, as in the case of John Merrifield, the owner
+was a West country-man and a member of the Inner Temple, where he was
+admitted in 1632 as the "son and heir of Thomas Shapcott," of Exeter.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p298">298</a>. <i>That man lives twice.</i> From Martial, X. xxiii. 7:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ampliat aetatis spatium sibi vir bonus: hoc est<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vivere bis vita posse priore frui.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p301">301</a>. <i>Master Edward Norgate, Clerk of the Signet of his Majesty:</i>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>Son to Robert Norgate, D.D., Master of Bene't College, Cambridge. He was
+employed by the Earl of Arundel to purchase pictures, and on one
+occasion found himself at Marseilles without remittances, and had to
+tramp through France on foot. According to the Calendars of State Papers
+in 1625, it was ordered that, "forasmuch as his Majesty's letters to the
+Grand Signior, the King of Persia, the Emperor of Russia, the Great
+Mogul, and other remote Princes, had been written, limned, and garnished
+with gold and colours by scriveners abroad, thenceforth they should be
+so written, limned, and garnished by Edward Norgate, Clerk of the Signet
+in reversion". Six years later this order was renewed, the "Kings of
+Bantam, Macassar, Barbary, Siam, Achine, Fez, and Sus" being added to
+the previous list, and Norgate being now designated as a Clerk of the
+Signet Extraordinary. In the same year, having previously been
+Bluemantle Pursuivant, he was promoted to be Windsor Herald, in which
+capacity he received numerous fees during the next few years, and was
+excused ship money. He still, however, retained his clerkship, for he
+writes in 1639: "The poor Office of Arms is fain to blazon the Council
+books and Signet". The phrase<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> occurs in a series of nineteen letters of
+extraordinary interest, which Norgate wrote from the North, chiefly to
+his friend, Robert Reade, secretary to Windebank, on the course of
+affairs. In Sept., 1641, "Ned Norgate" was ordered personally to attend
+the king. "It is his Majesty's pleasure that the master should wait and
+not the men, and <i>that</i> they shall find." Henceforth I find no certain
+reference to him; according to Fuller he died at the Herald's Office in
+1649. It would be interesting if we could be sure that this Edward
+Norgate is the same as the one who in 1611 was appointed Tuner of his
+Majesty's "virginals, organs, and other instruments," and in 1637
+received a grant of &pound;140 for the repair of the organ at Hampton Court.
+Herrick's love of music makes us expect to find a similar trait in his
+friends.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p313">313</a>. <i>The Entertainment, or Porch Verse.</i> The words <i>Ye wrong the
+threshold-god</i> and the allusion to the porch in the Clipsby Crew
+Epithalamium (stanza 4) show that there is no reference here (as Brand
+thinks, ii. 135) to the old custom of reading part of the marriage
+service at the church door or porch (cp. Chaucer: "Husbands at church&euml;
+door she had had five"). The porch of the house is meant, and the
+allusions are to the ceremonies at the threshold (cp. the Southwell
+Epithalamium). Dr. Grosart quotes from the Dean Prior register the entry
+of the marriage of Henry Northleigh, gentleman, and Mistress Lettice
+Yard on September 5, 1639, by licence from the Archbishop of Canterbury.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n319i"></a><a href="#1.p319">319</a>. <i>No noise of late-spawned Tittyries.</i> In the<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span> Camden Society's
+edition of the <i>Diary of Walter Yonge</i>, p. 70 (kindly shown me by the
+Rev. J. H. Ward), we have a contemporary account of the Club known as
+the Tityre Tues, which took its name from the first words of Virgil's
+first <i>Eclogue</i>. "The beginning of December, 1623, there was a great
+number in London, haunting taverns and other debauched places, who swore
+themselves in a brotherhood and named themselves <i>Tityre Tues</i>. The oath
+they gave in this manner: he that was to be sworn did put his dagger
+into a pottle of wine, and held his hand upon the pommel thereof, and
+then was to make oath that he would aid and assist all other of his
+fellowship and not disclose their council. There were divers knights,
+some young noblemen and gentlemen of this brotherhood, and they were to
+know one the other by a black bugle which they wore, and their followers
+to be known by a blue ribbond. There are discovered of them about 80 or
+100 persons, and have been examined by the Privy Council, but nothing
+discovered of any intent they had. It is said that the king hath given
+commandment that they shall be re-examined." In Mennis's <i>Musarum
+Deliciæ</i> the brotherhood is celebrated in a poem headed "The Tytre Tues;
+or, a Mocke Song. To the tune of Chive Chase. By Mr. George Chambers."
+The second verse runs:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"They call themselves the Tytere-tues,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wore a blue rib-bin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when a-drie would not refuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To drink. O fearful sin!<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The council, which is thought most wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did sit so long upon it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That they grew weary and did rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And could make nothing on it."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>According to a letter of Chamberlain to Carleton, indexed among the
+<i>State Papers</i>, the Tityres were a secret society first formed in Lord
+Vaux's regiment in the Low Countries, and their "prince" was called
+Ottoman. Another entry shows that the "Bugle" mentioned by Yonge was the
+badge of a society originally distinct from the Tityres, which
+afterwards joined with it. The date of Herrick's poem is thus fixed as
+December, 162&frac34;, and this is confirmed by another sentence in the same
+passage in <i>Yonge's Diary</i>, in which he says: "The Jesuits and Papists
+do wonderfully swarm in the city, and rumours lately have been given out
+for firing the Navy and House of Munition, on which are set a double
+guard". The Parliament to which Herrick alludes was actually summoned in
+January, 1624, to meet on February 12. Sir Simeon Steward, to whom the
+poem is addressed, was of the family of the Stewards of Stantney, in the
+Isle of Ely. He was knighted with his father, Mark Steward, in 1603, and
+afterwards became a fellow-commoner of Trinity Hall, Cambridge. He was
+at different times Sheriff and Deputy-Lieutenant for Cambridgeshire, and
+while serving in the latter capacity got into some trouble for unlawful
+exactions. In 1627 he wrote a poem on the <i>King of the Fairies Clothes</i>
+in the same vein as Herrick's fairy pieces.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p321">321</a>. <i>Then is the work half done.</i> As Dr. Grosart suggests, Herrick may
+have had in mind the "Dimidium facti qui c&#339;pit habet" of Horace, I.
+<i>Epist.</i> ii. 40. But here the emphasis is on beginning <i>well</i>, there on
+<i>beginning</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Begin with Jove</i> is doubtless from the "Ab Jove principium, Musæ," of
+Virg. <i>Ecl.</i> iii. 60.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p323">323</a>. <i>Fears not the fierce sedition of the seas.</i> A reminiscence of
+Horace, III. <i>Od.</i> i. 25-32.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p328">328</a>. <i>Gold before goodness.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650, as <i>A
+Foolish Querie</i>. The sentiment is from Seneca, <i>Ep.</i> cxv.: An dives,
+omnes quærimus; nemo, an bonus. Cp. Juvenal, III. 140 sqq.; Plaut.
+<i>Menæchm.</i> IV. ii. 6.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p331">331</a>. <i>To his honoured kinsman, Sir William Soame.</i> The second son of Sir
+Stephen Soame, Lord Mayor of London in 1598. Herrick's father and Sir
+Stephen married sisters.</p>
+
+<p><i>As benjamin and storax when they meet.</i> Instances of the use of
+"Benjamin" for gum benzoin will be found in the Dictionaries. Dr.
+Grosart's gloss, "<i>Benjamin</i>, the favourite youngest son of the
+Patriarch," is unfortunate.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n336i"></a><a href="#1.p336">336</a>. <i>His Age: dedicated to ... M. John Wickes under the name of
+Posthumus.</i> There is an important version of this poem in Egerton MS.,
+2725, where it is entitled <i>Mr. Herrick's Old Age to Mr. Weekes</i>. I do
+not think it has been collated before. Stanzas i.-vi. contain few
+variants; ii. 6 reads: "Dislikes to care for what's behind"; iii. 6:
+"Like a lost maidenhead," for "Like to a lily lost"; v. 8: "With the
+best and whitest stone"; vi. 1: "We'll<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span> not be poor". After this we have
+two stanzas omitted in 1648:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We have no vineyards which do bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their lustful clusters all the year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Nor odoriferous<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Orchards, like to Alcinous;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Nor gall the seas<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our witty appetites to please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mullet, turbot, gilt-head bought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At a high rate and further brought.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Nor can we glory of a great<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stuffed magazine of wheat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">We have no bath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of oil, but only rich in faith<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">O'er which the hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of fortune can have no command,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what she gives not, she not takes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But of her own a spoil she makes."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Stanza vii., l. 2, has "close" for "both"; l. 3 "see" for "have"; l. 6,
+"open" for "that cheap"; l. 7, "full" for "same". Stanzas x.-xvii. have
+so many variants that I am obliged to transcribe them in full, though
+they show Herrick not at his best, and the poem is not one to linger
+over:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">10.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"Live in thy peace; as for myself,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I am bruis&egrave;d on the shelf<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of Time, and <i>read</i><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Eternal daylight o'er my head:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When with the rheum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>With</i> cough <i>and</i> ptisick, I consume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Into an heap of cinders:</i> then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Ages fled I'll call again,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">11.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"And with a tear compare these last<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And cold times unto</i> those are past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While Baucis by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>With her lean lips</i> shall kiss <i>them dry</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Then will we</i> sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the fire, foretelling snow and sleet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And weather by our aches, grown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&#8224;Old enough to be our own<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">12.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"True Calendar [&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;]<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Is for to know</i> what change is near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then to assuage<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gripings <i>in</i> the chine by age,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll call my young<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&uuml;lus to sing such a song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I made upon my <i>mistress'</i> breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Or such a</i> blush at such a feast.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">13.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"Then shall he read <i>my Lily fine</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Entomb'd</i> within a crystal shrine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>My</i> Primrose next:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A piece then of a higher text;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For to beget<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">In me a more transcendent heat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than that insinuating fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which crept into each <i>reverend</i> Sire,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">14.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"When the <i>high</i> Helen <i>her fair cheeks</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Showed to the army of the Greeks;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At which I'll <i>rise</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(<i>Blind though as midnight in my eyes</i>),<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hearing it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flutter and crow, <i>and</i>, in a fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of <i>young</i> concupiscence, and <i>feel</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>New flames within the aged steal</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">15.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"Thus frantic, crazy man (God wot),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll call to mind <i>the times</i> forgot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And oft between<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Sigh out</i> the Times that <i>we</i> have seen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And shed a tear</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And twisting my I&uuml;lus <i>hair</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doting, I'll weep and say (in truth)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baucis, these were <i>the</i> sins of youth.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">16.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"Then <i>will I</i> cause my hopeful Lad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(If a wild Apple can be had)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To crown the Hearth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Lar thus conspiring with our mirth);<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Next</i> to infuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our <i>better beer</i> into the cruse:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, neatly spiced, we'll first carouse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the <i>Vesta</i> of the house.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">17.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i0">"Then the next health to friends of mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>In oysters, and</i> Burgundian wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Hind, Goderiske, Smith,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And Nansagge</i>, sons of <i>clune</i><a name="1.FNanchor_M_13"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_M_13" class="fnanchor">[M]</a> <i>and</i> pith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such <i>who know</i> well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To board</i> the magic <i>bowl</i>, and <i>spill</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>All mighty blood, and can do more</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Than Jove and Chaos them before</i>."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>This John Wickes or Weekes is spoken of by Anthony &agrave; Wood as a "jocular
+person" and a popular preacher. He enters Wood's <i>Fasti</i> by right of his
+co-optation as a D.D. in 1643, while the court was at Oxford; his
+education had been at Cambridge. He was a prebendary of Bristol and Dean
+of St. Burian in Cornwall, and suffered some persecution as a royalist.
+Herrick later on, when himself shedless and cottageless, addresses
+another poem to him as his "peculiar friend,"</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To whose glad threshold and free door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I may, a poet, come, though poor.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A friend suggests that Hind may have been John Hind, an Anacreontic poet
+and friend of Greene, and has found references to a Thomas Goodricke of
+St. John's Coll., Camb., author of two poems on the accession of James
+I., and a Martin Nansogge, B.A. of Trinity Hall, 1614, afterwards vicar
+of Cornwood, Devon. Smith is certainly<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> James Smith, who, with Sir John
+Mennis, edited the <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i>, in which the first poem is
+addressed "to Parson Weekes: an invitation to London," and contains a
+reference to&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"That old sack<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young Herrick took to entertain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Muses in a sprightly vein".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The early part of this poem contains, along with the name Posthumus,
+many Horatian reminiscences: cp. especially II. <i>Od.</i> xiv. 1-8, and IV.
+<i>Od.</i> vii. 14. It may be noted that in the imitation of the latter
+passage in stanza iv. the MS. copy at the Museum corrects the
+misplacement of the epithet, reading:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But we must on and thither tend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Tullus and rich Ancus blend," etc.,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>for "Where Ancus and rich Tullus".</p>
+
+<p>Again the variant, "<i>Open</i> candle baudery," in verse 7, is an additional
+argument against Dr. Grosart's explanation: "Obscene words and figures
+made with candle-smoke," the allusion being merely to the blackened
+ceilings produced by cheap candles without a shade.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p337">337</a>. <i>A Short Hymn to Venus.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650, as
+<i>A vow to Cupid</i>, with variants: l. 1, <i>Cupid</i> for <i>Goddess</i>; l. 2,
+<i>like</i> for <i>with</i>; l. 3, <i>that I may</i> for <i>I may but</i>; l. 5, <i>do</i> for
+<i>will</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p340">340</a>. <i>Upon a delaying lady.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650, as <i>A
+Check to her delay</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p341">341</a>. <i>The Lady Mary Villars</i>, niece of the first Duke of Buckingham,
+married successively Charles, son of Philip, Earl of Pembroke, Esme
+Stuart, Duke<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> of Richmond and Lennox, and Thomas Howard. Died 1685.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p355">355</a>. <i>Hath filed upon my silver hairs.</i> Cp. Ben Jonson, <i>The King's
+Entertainment</i>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What all the minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That hang in file upon these silver hairs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could not produce," etc.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p359">359</a>. <i>Philip, Earl of Pembroke and Montgomery.</i> Philip Herbert (born
+1584, died 1650), despite his foul mouth, ill temper, and devotion to
+sport ("He would make an excellent chancellor to the mews were Oxford
+turned into a kennel of hounds," wrote the author of <i>Mercurius
+Menippeus</i> when Pembroke succeeded Laud as chancellor), was also a
+patron of literature. He was one of the "incomparable pair of brethren"
+to whom the Shakespeare folio of 1623 was dedicated, and he was a good
+friend to Massinger. His fondness for scribbling in the margins of books
+may, or may not, be considered as further evidence of a respect for
+literature.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p366">366</a>. <i>Thou shall not all die.</i> Horace's "non omnis moriar".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p367">367</a>. <i>Upon Wrinkles.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650, under the
+title <i>To a Stale Lady</i>. The first line there reads:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thy wrinkles are no more nor less".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p375">375</a>. <i>Anne Soame, now Lady Abdie</i>, eldest daughter of Sir Thomas Soame,
+and second wife of Sir Thomas Abdy, Bart., of Felix Hall, Essex.
+Herrick's poem is modelled on Mart. III. lxv.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p376">376</a>. <i>Upon his Kinswoman, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick</i>, daughter of the
+poet's brother Nicholas.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p377">377</a>. <i>A Panegyric to Sir Lewis Pemberton</i> of Rushden, in
+Northamptonshire, sheriff of the county in 1622; married Alice, daughter
+of Tho. Bowles. Died 1641. With this poem cp. Ben Jonson's <i>Epig.</i> ci.</p>
+
+<p><i>But great and large she spreads by dust and sweat.</i> Dr. Grosart very
+appositely quotes Montaigne: "For it seemeth that the verie name of
+vertue presupposeth difficultie and inferreth resistance, and cannot
+well exercise it selfe without an enemie" (Florio's tr., p. 233). But I
+think the two passages have a common origin in some version of Hesiod's
+<span title="t&ecirc;s aret&ecirc;s hidr&ocirc;ta theoi proparoithen eth&ecirc;kan">&#964;&#8134;&#962; &#7936;&#961;&#949;&#964;&#8134;&#962; &#7985;&#948;&#961;&#8182;&#964;&#945; &#952;&#949;&#959;&#8054; &#960;&#961;&#959;&#960;&#8049;&#961;&#959;&#953;&#952;&#949;&#957; &#7956;&#952;&#951;&#954;&#945;&#957;</span>, which is twice
+quoted by Plato.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p382">382</a>. <i>After the rare arch-poet, Jonson, died.</i> Perhaps suggested by the
+Epitaph of Plautus on himself, <i>ap.</i> Gell. i. 24:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Postquam est mortem aptus Plautus, comoedia luget;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scena deserta, dein risus, ludu' jocusque,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Et numeri innumeri simul omnes collacrumarunt.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p384">384</a>. <i>To his nephew, to be prosperous in painting.</i> This artistic nephew
+may have been a Wingfield, son of Mercy Herrick, who married John
+Wingfield, of Brantham, Suffolk; or one of three sons of Nicholas
+Herrick and Susanna Salter, or Thomas, or some unknown son of Thomas
+Herrick. There is no record of any painter Herrick's achievements.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p392">392</a>. <i>Sir Edward Fish, Knight Baronet</i>, of Chertsey, in Surrey. Died
+1658.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n405i"></a><a href="#1.p405">405</a>. <i>Nor fear or spice or fish.</i> Herrick is remembering Persius, i. 43:
+Nec scombros metuentia carmina, nec thus. To form the paper jacket or
+<i>tunica</i> which wrapt the mackerel in Roman cookery seems to have been
+the ultimate employment of many poems. Cp. Mart. III. l. 9; IV. lxxxvii.
+8; and Catullus, XCV. 8.</p>
+
+<p><i>The farting Tanner and familiar King.</i> The ballad here alluded to is
+that of <i>King Edward IV. and the tanner of Tamworth</i>, printed in Prof.
+Child's collection. "The dancing friar tattered in the bush" of the next
+line is one of the heroes of the old ballad of <i>The Fryar and the Boye</i>,
+printed by Wynkyn de Worde, and included in the Appendix to Furnivall
+and Hales' edition of the Percy folio. The boy was the possessor of a
+"magic flute," and, having got the friar into a bush, made him dance
+there.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Jack, as he piped, laughed among,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Friar with briars was vilely stung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He hopped wondrous high.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last the Friar held up his hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said: I can no longer stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh! I shall dancing die."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Those monstrous lies of little Robin Rush" is explained by Dr. Grosart
+as an allusion to "The Historie of Friar Rush, how he came to a House of
+Religion to seek a Service, and being entertained by the Prior was made
+First Cook, being full of pleasant Mirth and Delight for young people".
+Of "Tom<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> Chipperfield and pretty lisping Ned" I can find nothing. "The
+flying Pilchard and the frisking Dace" probably belong to the fish
+monsters alluded to in the <i>Tempest</i>. In "Tim Trundell" Herrick seems
+for the sake of alliteration to have taken a liberty with the Christian
+name of a well-known ballad publisher.</p>
+
+<p><i>He's greedy of his life.</i> From Seneca, <i>Thyestes</i>, 884-85:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Vitæ est avidus quisquis non vult<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mundo secum pereunte mori.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p407">407</a>. <i>Upon Himself.</i> 408. <i>Another.</i> Both printed in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i>, 1650, the second under the title of <i>Love and Liberty</i>.
+This last is taken from Corn. Gall. <i>Eleg.</i> i. 6, quoted by Montaigne,
+iii. 5:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Et mihi dulce magis resoluto vivere collo.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p412">412</a>. <i>The Mad Maid's Song.</i> A manuscript version of this song is
+contained in Harleian MS. 6917, fol. 48, ver. 80. The chief variants
+are: st. i. l. 2, <i>morrow</i> for <i>morning</i>; l. 4, <i>all dabbled</i> for
+<i>bedabbled</i>; st. ii. l. 1, <i>cowslip</i> for <i>primrose</i>; l. 3, <i>tears</i> for
+<i>flowers</i>; l. 4, <i>was</i> for <i>is</i>; st. v. l. 1, <i>hope</i> for <i>know</i>; st.
+vii. l. 2, <i>balsam</i> for <i>cowslips</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p415">415</a>. <i>Whither dost thou whorry me.</i> Quo me, Bacche, rapis tui Plenum?
+Hor. III. <i>Od.</i> xxv. 1.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p430">430</a>. <i>As Sallust saith</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, the pseudo-Sallust in the <i>Epist. ad
+Cai. Cæs. de Repub. Ordinanda</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p431">431</a>. <i>Every time seems short.</i> Epigr. in Farnabii, <i>Florileg.</i> [a.
+1629]:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Toisi men eu prattousin hapas ho bios brachys estin;">&#932;&#959;&#8150;&#963;&#953; &#956;&#8050;&#957; &#949;&#8022; &#960;&#961;&#8049;&#964;&#964;&#959;&#965;&#963;&#953;&#957; &#7941;&#960;&#945;&#962; &#8001; &#946;&#8055;&#959;&#962; &#946;&#961;&#945;&#967;&#8059;&#962; &#7952;&#963;&#964;&#953;&#957;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Tois de kak&ocirc;s, mia nyx apletos esti chronos.">&#932;&#959;&#8150;&#962; &#948;&#8050; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#962;, &#956;&#8055;&#945; &#957;&#8058;&#958; &#7940;&#960;&#955;&#949;&#964;&#8057;&#962; &#7952;&#963;&#964;&#953; &#967;&#961;&#8057;&#957;&#959;&#962;.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p443">443</a>. <i>Oberon's Palace.&mdash;After the feast (my Shapcott) see.</i> See <a href="#1.p223">223</a>,
+<a href="#1.p293">293</a>, from which it is a pity that this poem should have been divorced.
+Of the <i>Palace</i> there are as many as three MS. versions, viz., Add. 22,
+603 (p. 59), and Add. 25, 303 (p. 157), at the British Museum, both of
+which I have collated, and Ashmole MS. 38, which I only know through my
+predecessors. The three MSS. appear to agree very harmoniously, and they
+unite in increasing our knowledge of Herrick by a passage of
+twenty-seven lines, following on the words "And here and there and
+farther off," and in lieu of the next four and a half lines in
+<i>Hesperides</i>. They read as follows:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"Some sort of pear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apple or plum, is neatly laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(As if it was a tribute paid)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the round urchin; some mixt wheat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The which the ant did taste, not eat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deaf nuts, soft Jews'-ears, and some thin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chippings, the mice filched from the bin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the gray farmer, and to these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The scraps of lentils, chitted peas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dried honeycombs, brown acorn cups,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of the which he sometimes sups<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His herby broth, and there close by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are pucker'd bullace, cankers (?), dry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kernels, and withered haws; the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are trinkets fal'n from the kite's nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As butter'd bread, the which the wild<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bird snatched away from the crying child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blue pins, tags, fesenes, beads and things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of higher price, as half-jet rings,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Ribbons and then some silken shreaks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The virgins lost at barley-breaks.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a purse-string, many a thread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of gold and silver therein spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Many a counter, many a die,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Half rotten and without an eye,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Lies here about</i>, and, as we guess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some bits of thimbles seem to dress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The brave cheap work; <i>and for to pave</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The excellency of this cave,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Squirrels and children's teeth late shed</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Serve here, both which <i>enchequered</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With castors' doucets, which poor they<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bite off themselves to 'scape away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brown <i>toadstones</i>, ferrets' eyes, <i>the gum</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That shines</i>," etc.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The italicised words in the last few lines appear in <i>Hesperides</i>; all
+the rest are new. Other variants are: "The grass of Lemster ore soberly
+sparkling" for "the finest Lemster ore mildly disparkling"; "girdle" for
+"ceston"; "The eyes of all doth strait bewitch" for "All with temptation
+doth bewitch"; "choicely hung" for "neatly hung"; "silver roach" for
+"silvery fish"; "cave" for "room"; "get reflection" for "make
+reflected"; "Candlemas" for "taper-light"; "moon-tane" for
+"moon-tanned," etc., etc.</p>
+
+<p><i>Kings though they're hated.</i> The "Oderint dum metuant" of the <i>Atreus</i>
+of Accius, quoted by Cicero and Seneca.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p446">446</a>. <i>To Oenone.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>,<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> 1650, under the
+title: "The Farewell to Love and to his Mistress," and with the unlucky
+misprint "court" for "covet" (also "for" for "but") in the stanza iii.
+l. i.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p447">447</a>. <i>Grief breaks the stoutest heart.</i> Frangit fortia corda dolor.
+Tibull. III. ii. 6.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p451">451</a>. <i>To the right gracious Prince, Lodowick, Duke of Richmond and
+Lennox.</i> There appears to me to be a blunder here which Dr. Grosart and
+Mr. Hazlitt do not elucidate, by recording the birth of Lodowick, first
+Duke of Richmond, in 1574, his succession to the Lennox title in 1583,
+creation as Duke of Richmond in May, 1623, and death in the following
+February. For this first duke was no "stem" left "of all those three
+brave brothers fallen in the war," and the allusion here is undoubtedly
+to his nephews&mdash;George, Lord d'Aubigny, who fell at Edgehill; Lord John
+Stewart, who fell at Alresford; and Lord Bernard Stewart (Earl of
+Lichfield), who fell at Rowton Heath. In elucidation of Herrick's Dirge
+(<a href="#1.p219">219</a>) over the last of these three brothers, I have already quoted
+Clarendon's remark, that he was "the third brother of that illustrious
+family that sacrificed his life in this quarrel," and it cannot be
+doubted that Herrick is here alluding to the same fact. The poem must
+therefore have been written after 1645, <i>i.e.</i>, more than twenty years
+after the death of Duke Lodowick. But the duke then living was James,
+who succeeded his father Esme in 1624, was recreated Duke of Richmond in
+1641, and did not die till 1655. It is true that there was a brother
+named Lodovic, but he was an abbot in France and never<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> succeeded to the
+title. Herrick, therefore, seems to have blundered in the Christian
+name.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p453">453</a>. <i>Let's live in haste.</i> From Martial, VII. xlvii. 11, 12:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Vive velut rapto: fugitivaque gaudia carpe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perdiderit nullum vita reversa diem.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p457">457</a>. <i>While Fates permit.</i> From Seneca, <i>Herc. Fur.</i> 177:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Dum Fata sinunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vivite laeti: properat cursu<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vita citato, volucrique die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rota praecipitis vertitur anni.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p459">459</a>. <i>With Horace</i> (IV. <i>Od.</i> ix. 29):&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Paul&ugrave;m sepultae distat inertiae<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Celata virtus.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p465">465</a>. <i>The parting Verse or charge to his Supposed Wife when he
+travelled.</i> MS. variants of this poem are found at the British Museum in
+Add. 22, 603, and in Ashmole MS. 38. Their title, "Mr. Herrick's charge
+to his wife," led Mr. Payne Collier to rashly identify with the poet a
+certain Robert Herrick married at St. Clement Danes, 1632, to a Jane
+Gibbons. The variants are numerous, but not very important. In l. 4 we
+have "draw wooers" for "draw thousands"; ll. 11-16 are transposed to
+after l. 28; and "Are the expressions of that itch" is written "As
+emblems will express that itch"; ll. 27, 28 appear as:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For that once lost thou <i>needst must fall</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To one, then prostitute to all:</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>And we then have the transposed passage:<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nor so immur&egrave;d would I have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee live, as dead, <i>or</i> in thy grave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But walk abroad, yet wisely well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Keep 'gainst</i> my coming sentinel.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And think <i>each man thou seest doth doom</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Thy thoughts to say, I back am come.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Farther on we have the rather pretty variant:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Let them <i>call thee wondrous fair,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Crown of women</i>, yet despair".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Eight lines lower "virtuous" is read for "gentle," and the omission of
+some small words throws some light on a change in Herrick's metrical
+views as he grew older. The words omitted are bracketed:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"[And] Let thy dreams be only fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With this, that I am in thy bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And [thou] then turning in that sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waking findst [shall find] me sleeping there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But [yet] if boundless lust must scale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy fortress and <i>must</i> needs prevail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Gainst thee and</i> force a passage in," etc.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Other variants are: "Creates the action" for "That makes the action";
+"Glory" for "Triumph"; "my last signet" for "this compression"; "turn
+again in my full triumph" for "come again, As one triumphant," and "the
+height of womankind" for "all faith of womankind".</p>
+
+<p><i>The body sins not, 'tis the will</i>, etc. A maxim of law Latin: Actus non
+facit reum nisi mens sit rea.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p466">466</a>. <i>To his Kinsman, Sir Thos. Soame</i>, son of Sir Stephen Soame, Lord
+Mayor of London, 1589, and of Anne Stone, Herrick's aunt. Sir Thomas<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>
+was Sheriff of London, 1635, M.P. for the City, 1640, and died Jan.,
+1670. See Cussan's <i>Hertfortshire</i>. (<i>Hundred of Edwinstree</i>, p. 100.)</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p470">470</a>. <i>Few Fortunate.</i> A variant on the text (Matt. xx. 16): "Many be
+called but few chosen".</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n479i"></a><a href="#1.p479">479</a>. <i>To Rosemary and Bays.</i> The use of rosemary and bays at weddings
+forms a section in Brand's chapter on marriage customs (ii. 119). For
+the gilding he quotes from a wedding sermon preached in 1607 by Roger
+Hacket: "Smell sweet, O ye flowers, in your native sweetness: be not
+gilded with the idle art of man". The use of gloves at weddings forms
+the subject of another section in Brand (ii. 125). He quotes Ben
+Jonson's <i>Silent Woman</i>; "We see no ensigns of a wedding here, no
+character of a bridal; where be our scarves and our gloves?"</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p483">483</a>. <i>To his worthy friend, M. Thomas Falconbrige.</i> As Herrick hints at
+his friend's destiny for a public career, it seemed worth while to hunt
+through the Calendar of State Papers for a chance reference to this
+Falconbridge, who so far has evaded editors. He is apparently the Mr.
+Thomas Falconbridge who appears in various papers between 1640 and 1644,
+as passing accounts, and in the latter year was "Receiver-General at
+Westminster".</p>
+
+<p><i>Towers reared high</i>, etc. Cp. Horace, <i>Od.</i> II. x. 9-12.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Saepius ventis agitatur ingens<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pinus, et celsae graviore casu<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Decidunt turres, feriuntque summos<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fulgura montes.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><a name="1.n486i"></a><a href="#1.p486">486</a>. <i>He's lord of thy life</i>, etc. Seneca, <i>Epist. Mor.</i> iv.: Quisquis
+vitam suam contempsit tuae dominus est. Quoted by Montaigne, I. xxiii.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p488">488</a>. <i>Shame is a bad attendant to a state.</i> From Seneca, <i>Hippol.</i> 431:
+Malus est minister regii imperii pudor.</p>
+
+<p><i>He rents his crown that fears the people's hate.</i> Also from Seneca,
+<i>Oedipus</i>, 701: Odia qui nimium timet regnare nescit.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n496i"></a><a href="#1.p496">496</a>. <i>To his honoured kinsman, Sir Richard Stone</i>, son of John Stone,
+sergeant-at-law, the brother of Julian Stone, Herrick's mother. He died
+in 1660.</p>
+
+<p><i>To this white temple of my heroes.</i> Ben Jonson's admirers were proud to
+call themselves "sealed of the tribe of Ben," and Herrick, a devout
+Jonsonite, seems to have imitated the idea so far as to plan sometimes,
+as here, a Temple, sometimes a Book (see <i>infra</i>, <a href="#1.p510">510</a>), sometimes a City
+(<a href="#1.p365">365</a>), a Plantation (<a href="#1.p392">392</a>), a Calendar (<a href="#1.p545">545</a>), a College (<a href="#2.p983">983</a>), of his own
+favourite friends, to whom his poetry was to give immortality. The
+earliest direct reference to this plan is in his address to John Selden,
+the antiquary (<a href="#1.p365">365</a>), in which he writes:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A city here of heroes I have made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the rock whose firm foundation laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall never shrink; where, making thine abode,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live thou a Selden, that's a demi-god".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>It is noteworthy that the poems which contain the clearest reference to
+this Temple (or its variants) are mostly addressed to kinsfolk, <i>e.g.</i>,
+this to Sir Richard Stone, to Mrs. Penelope Wheeler, to Mr. Stephen<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span>
+Soame, and to Susanna and Thomas Herrick. Other recipients of the honour
+are Sir Edward Fish and Dr. Alabaster, Jack Crofts, Master J. Jincks,
+etc.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n497i"></a><a href="#1.p497">497</a>. <i>All flowers sent</i>, etc. See Virgil's&mdash;or the Virgilian&mdash;<i>Culex</i>,
+ll. 397-410.</p>
+
+<p><i>Martial's bee.</i> See <i>Epig.</i> IV. xxxii.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">De ape electro inclusa.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Et latet et lucet Phaethontide condita gutta,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ut videatur apis nectare clausa suo.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dignum tantorum pretium tulit illa laborum.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Credibile est ipsam sic voluisse mori.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a name="1.n500i"></a><a href="#1.p500">500</a>. <i>To Mistress Dorothy Parsons.</i> This "saint" from Herrick's Temple
+may certainly be identified with the second of the three children
+(William, Dorothy, and Thomasine) of Mr. John Parsons, organist and
+master of the choristers at Westminster Abbey, where he was buried in
+1623. Herrick addresses another poem to her sister Thomasine:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Grow up in beauty, as thou dost begin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be of all admired, Thomasine".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p502">502</a>. <i>'Tis sin to throttle wine.</i> Martial, I. xix. 5: Scelus est
+jugulare Falernum.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p506">506</a>. <i>Edward, Earl of Dorset</i>, Knight of the Garter, grandson of Thomas
+Sackville, author of <i>Gorboduc</i>. He succeeded his brother, Richard
+Sackville, the third earl, in 1624, and died in 1652. Clarendon
+describes a duel which he fought with Lord Bruce in Flanders.</p>
+
+<p><i>Of your own self a public theatre.</i> Cp. Burton (Democ. to Reader) "Ipse
+mihi theatrum".<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p510">510</a>. <i>To his Kinswoman, Mrs. Penelope Wheeler.</i> See Note on <a href="#1.n130i">130</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p511">511</a>. <i>A mighty strife 'twixt form and chastity.</i> Lis est cum form&acirc; magna
+pudicitiæ. Quoted from Ovid by Burton, who translates: "Beauty and
+honesty have ever been at odds".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p514">514</a>. <i>To the Lady Crew, upon the death of her child.</i> This must be the
+child buried in Westminster Abbey, according to the entry in the
+register "163&#8542;, Feb. 6. Sir Clipsy Crewe's daughter, in the North
+aisle of the monuments." Colonel Chester annotates: "She was a younger
+daughter, and was born at Crewe, 27th July, 1631. She died on the 4th of
+February, and must have been an independent heiress, as her father
+administered to her estate on the 24th May following."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p515">515</a>. <i>Here needs no Court for our Request.</i> An allusion to the Court of
+Requests, established in the time of Richard II. as a lesser Court of
+Equity for the hearing of "all poor men's suits". It was abolished in
+1641, at the same time as the Star Chamber.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p517">517</a>. <i>The new successor drives away old love.</i> From Ovid, <i>Rem. Am.</i>
+462: Successore novo vincitur omnis amor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p519">519</a>. <i>Born I was to meet with age.</i> Cp. <a href="#1.p540">540</a>. From Anacreon, 38 [24]:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Epeid&ecirc; brotos etechth&ecirc;n,">&#7960;&#960;&#949;&#8055;&#948;&#951; &#946;&#961;&#8057;&#964;&#959;&#962; &#7952;&#964;&#8051;&#967;&#952;&#951;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Biotou tribon hodeuein,"><br />&#914;&#953;&#8057;&#964;&#959;&#965; &#964;&#961;&#8055;&#946;&#959;&#957; &#8001;&#948;&#949;&#8059;&#949;&#953;&#957;,</span>
+<span class="i0" title="Chronon egn&ocirc;n hon par&ecirc;lthon,">&#935;&#961;&#8057;&#957;&#959;&#957; &#7956;&#947;&#957;&#969;&#957; &#8003;&#957; &#960;&#945;&#961;&#8134;&#955;&#952;&#959;&#957;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Hon d' ech&ocirc; dramein ouk oida;">&#8013;&#957; &#948;' &#7956;&#967;&#969; &#948;&#961;&#945;&#956;&#949;&#8150;&#957; &#959;&#8016;&#954; &#959;&#7990;&#948;&#945;&#903;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Methete me, phrontides;">&#924;&#8051;&#952;&#949;&#964;&#8051; &#956;&#949;, &#966;&#961;&#959;&#957;&#8055;&#953;&#948;&#949;&#962;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="M&ecirc;den moi kai hymin est&ocirc;.">&#924;&#951;&#948;&#8051;&#957; &#956;&#959;&#953; &#954;&#945;&#8054; &#8017;&#956;&#8150;&#957; &#7956;&#963;&#964;&#969;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Prin eme phthas&ecirc; to terma,">&#928;&#961;&#8054;&#957; &#7952;&#956;&#8050; &#966;&#952;&#8049;&#963;&#8131; &#964;&#8056; &#964;&#8051;&#961;&#956;&#945;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Paix&ocirc;, gelas&ocirc;, choreus&ocirc;,">&#928;&#945;&#8055;&#958;&#969;, &#947;&#949;&#955;&#8049;&#963;&#969;, &#967;&#959;&#961;&#949;&#8059;&#963;&#969;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Meta tou kalou Lyaiou.">&#924;&#949;&#964;&#8048; &#964;&#959;&#8166; &#954;&#945;&#955;&#959;&#8166; &#923;&#965;&#945;&#8055;&#959;&#965;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p520">520</a>. <i>Fortune did never favour one.</i> From Dionys. Halicarn. as quoted by
+Burton, II. iii. 1, &sect; 1.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p521">521</a>. <i>To Phillis to love and live with him.</i> A variant on Marlowe's
+theme: "Come live with me and be my love". Donne's <i>The Bait</i> (printed
+in Grosart's edition, vol. ii. p. 206) is another.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p522">522</a>. <i>To his Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick</i>, wife of his elder
+brother Nicholas.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p523">523</a>. <i>Susanna Southwell.</i> Probably a daughter of Sir Thomas Southwell,
+for whom Herrick wrote the Epithalamium (No. <a href="#1.p149">149</a>).</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p525">525</a>. <i>Her pretty feet</i>, etc. Cp. Suckling's "Ballad upon a Wedding":&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Her feet beneath her petticoat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like little mice stole in and out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As if they feared the light".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p526">526</a>. <i>To his Honoured Friend, Sir John Mynts.</i> John Mennis, a
+Vice-Admiral of the fleet and knighted in 1641, refused to join in the
+desertion of the fleet to the Parliament. After the Restoration he was
+made Governor of Dover and Chief Comptroller of the Navy. He was one of
+the editors of the collection called <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i> (1656), in the
+first poem of which there is an allusion to<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"That old sack<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young Herrick took to entertain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Muses in a sprightly vein".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p527">527</a>. <i>Fly me not</i>, etc. From Anacreon, 49 [34]:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="M&ecirc; me phyg&ecirc;s, hor&ocirc;sa">&#924;&#8053; &#956;&#949; &#966;&#8059;&#947;&#8131;&#962;, &#8001;&#961;&#8182;&#963;&#945;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Tan polian etheiran; ...">&#932;&#8048;&#957; &#960;&#959;&#955;&#953;&#8048;&#957; &#7956;&#952;&#949;&#953;&#961;&#945;&#957;&#903; ...<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Hora kan stephanoisin">&#8013;&#961;&#945; &#954;&#7936;&#957; &#963;&#964;&#949;&#966;&#8049;&#957;&#959;&#953;&#963;&#953;&#957;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Hop&ocirc;s prepei ta leuka">&#8013;&#960;&#969;&#962; &#960;&#961;&#8051;&#960;&#949;&#953; &#964;&#8048; &#955;&#949;&#965;&#954;&#8048;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Rhodois krin' emplakenta.">&#8172;&#8057;&#948;&#959;&#953;&#962; &#954;&#961;&#8055;&#957;' &#7952;&#956;&#960;&#955;&#945;&#954;&#8051;&#957;&#964;&#945;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p529">529</a>. <i>As thou deserv'st be proud.</i> Cp. Hor. III. <i>Od.</i> xxx. 14:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Sume superbiam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quaesitam meritis et mihi Delphica<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lauro cinge volens, Melpomene, comam.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p534">534</a>. <i>To Electra.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650, where it is
+entitled <i>To Julia</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p536">536</a>. <i>Ill Government.... When kings obey</i>, etc. From Seneca, <i>Octav.</i>
+581:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Male imperatur, cum regit vulgus duces.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p545">545</a>. <i>To his Worthy Kinsman, Mr. Stephen Soame</i> (the son or, less
+probably, the brother of Sir Thomas Soame): <i>One of my righteous tribe</i>.
+Cp. Note to <a href="#1.n496i">496</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p547">547</a>. <i>Great spirits never with their bodies die.</i> Tacit. <i>Agric.</i>
+46:&mdash;"Si quis piorum manibus locus, si, ut sapientibus placet, non cum
+corpore extinguuntur magnae animae".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p554">554</a>. <i>Die thou canst not all.</i> Hor. IV. <i>Od.</i> xxx. 6,7.<span class='pagenum'><a name="1.Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p556">556</a>. <i>The Fairies.</i> Cp. the old ballad of <i>Robin Goodfellow</i>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"When house or hearth doth sluttish lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I pinch the maids both black and blue";<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>and Ben Jonson's <i>Entertainment at Althorpe</i>, etc.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p557">557</a>. <i>M. John Weare, Councellour.</i> Probably the same as "the
+much-lamented Mr. J. Warr" of <a href="#1.p134">134</a>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Law is to give to every one his own.</i> Cicero, <i>De Fin.</i> v.: Animi
+affectio suum cuique tribuens Justitia dicitur.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#1.p564">564</a>. <i>His Kinswoman, Bridget Herrick</i>, eldest daughter of his brother
+Nicholas.</p>
+
+<p><a name="1.n565i"></a><a href="#1.p565">565</a>. <i>The Wanton Satyr.</i> See Sir E. Dyer's <i>The Shepherd's Conceit of
+Prometheus</i>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Prometheus, when first from heaven high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He brought down fire, ere then on earth not seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fond of delight, a Satyr standing by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave it a kiss, as it like sweet had been.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The difference is&mdash;the Satyr's lips, my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He for a time, I evermore, have smart."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>So <i>Euphues</i>: "Satirus not knowing what fire was would needs embrace it
+and was burnt;" and Sir John Davies, <i>False and True Knowledge</i>.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="trans2"><p class="ooh"><a name="1.Transcribers_Endnotes"></a>Transcriber's Endnotes</p>
+
+
+<p><b>Numeration Errors in the Hesperides:</b></p>
+
+<p>Without an obvious solution to a discrepancy the numbers remain as
+originally printed, however the following alterations have been made
+to ensure any details in the <a href="#1.NOTES">NOTES</a> section apply to the relevant
+poem.</p>
+
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_204">204</a>. OBERON'S PALACE. "444" changed to <i>443</i>.
+<ul><li>"443. OBERON'S PALACE."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_221">221</a>. FEW FORTUNATE. "472" changed to <i>470</i>.
+<ul><li>"470. FEW FORTUNATE."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_223">223</a>. THE WASSAIL. "478" changed to <i>476</i>.
+<ul><li>"476. THE WASSAIL."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_317">317</a>. Note to 496. "512" changed to <i>510</i>.
+<ul><li>"... sometimes a Book (see infra, 510) ..."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_321">321</a>. Note to 545. "498" changed to <i>496</i>.
+<ul><li>"... Cp. Note to 496...."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_322">322</a>. Note to 564. "562" changed to <i>564</i>.
+<ul><li>"564. <i>His Kinswoman, Bridget Herrick</i>, eldest ..."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_322">322</a>. Note to 565. "563" changed to <i>565</i>.
+<ul><li>"565. <i>The Wanton Satyr.</i> See Sir E. Dyer's ..."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+
+<p><b>Typographical Errors:</b></p>
+
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_83">83</a>. 178. CORINNA'S GOING.... "pries" corrected to <i>priest</i>.
+<ul><li>"And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:"</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_137">137</a>. 275. CROSSES. "goods" corrected to <i>good</i>.
+<ul><li>"Though good things answer many good intents,"</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#1.Page_316">316</a>. Note to 479. "&nbsp;&nbsp;owers" corrected to <i>flowers</i>.
+<ul><li>"Smell sweet, O ye flowers, in your native sweetness:"</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+
+<p><b>Unresolved Errors:</b></p>
+
+<p>The following errors remain as printed:</p>
+
+<ul><li>In <a href="#1.p405">405</a>. TO HIS BOOK., <i>Chipperfeild</i>, has been retained as it is
+unclear whether this is a misprint, or intentional.</li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>In <a href="#1.p101">101</a>. BARLEY-BREAK; OR, LAST IN HELL. No corresponding note can
+be found for <i>Barley-break, a country game resembling prisoners'
+base</i>.</li></ul>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="volume02"></a><big>ROBERT HERRICK</big></h2>
+
+<h2><small>THE HESPERIDES &amp; NOBLE<br />
+NUMBERS: EDITED BY<br />
+ALFRED POLLARD<br />
+WITH A PREFACE BY<br />
+A. C. SWINBURNE</small></h2>
+
+<p class="head2"><span class="smcap">Vol. II.</span></p>
+
+<p class="head2"><i>REVISED EDITION</i></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 152px; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em;">
+<img src="images/002.png" width="152" height="150" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="width:70%;" summary="">
+<tr><td align='center'>LONDON:<br />
+<b>LAWRENCE &amp; BULLEN, Ltd.,</b><br />
+<span class="smcap">16 Henrietta Street, W.C.</span><br />
+1898.</td>
+<td align='center'>NEW YORK:<br />
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+<span class="smcap">153-157 Fifth Avenue</span><br />
+1898.</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="trans2">
+
+<p class="ooh">Transcriber's Note</p>
+
+
+
+<p>Original spelling and punctuation has been retained.
+<br /><br />
+All Greek words have mouse-hover transliterations, <span title="Kymata kak&ocirc;n">&#922;&#8059;&#956;&#945;&#964;&#945; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#957;</span>, and appear as printed in the original volume.
+<br /><br />
+Obvious typesetting errors have been corrected without note, however
+additional corrections have been recorded in the <a href="#1.Transcribers_Endnotes">Transcriber's
+Endnotes</a> at the end of the text.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="2.HESPERIDES"></a>HESPERIDES.</h2>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p569"></a>569. A HYMN TO THE GRACES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I love (as some have told,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love I shall when I am old),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O ye Graces! make me fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the welcoming of it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clean my rooms, as temples be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T' entertain that deity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me words wherewith to woo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suppling and successful too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winning postures, and, withal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Manners each way musical:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweetness to allay my sour<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And unsmooth behaviour.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I know you have the skill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vines to prune, though not to kill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of any wood ye see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can make a Mercury.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Suppling</i>, softening.<br />
+<i>Mercury</i>, god of eloquence and inventor of the lyre.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="2.p570"></a>570. TO SILVIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No more, my Silvia, do I mean to pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For those good days that ne'er will come away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I want belief; O gentle Silvia, be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The patient saint, and send up vows for me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p573"></a>573. THE POET HATH LOST HIS PIPE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I cannot pipe as I was wont to do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Broke is my reed, hoarse is my singing, too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wearied oat I'll hang upon the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And give it to the sylvan deity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p574"></a>574. TRUE FRIENDSHIP.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wilt thou my true friend be?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then love not mine, but me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p575"></a>575. THE APPARITION OF HIS MISTRESS CALLING<br />HIM TO ELYSIUM.</h3>
+
+<p class="czerop"><i>Desunt nonnulla</i> &mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come then, and like two doves with silv'ry wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let our souls fly to th' shades where ever springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit smiling in the meads; where balm and oil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roses and cassia crown the untill'd soil.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no disease reigns, or infection comes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To blast the air, but ambergris and gums<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, that, and ev'ry thicket doth transpire,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">More sweet than storax from the hallowed fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where ev'ry tree a wealthy issue bears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of fragrant apples, blushing plums, or pears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the shrubs, with sparkling spangles, shew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like morning sunshine tinselling the dew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here in green meadows sits eternal May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Purfling the margents, while perpetual day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So double gilds the air, as that no night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can ever rust th' enamel of the light.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, naked younglings, handsome striplings, run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their goals for virgins' kisses; which when done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then unto dancing forth the learned round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Commixed they meet, with endless roses crown'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here we'll sit on primrose-banks, and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's chorus led by Cupid; and we'll be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two loving followers, too, unto the grove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where poets sing the stories of our love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There thou shalt hear divine Musæus sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Hero and Leander; then I'll bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee to the stand, where honour'd Homer reads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His Odysseys and his high Iliads;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About whose throne the crowd of poets throng<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear the incantation of his tongue:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Linus, then to Pindar; and that done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll bring thee, Herrick, to Anacreon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quaffing his full-crown'd bowls of burning wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in his raptures speaking lines of thine,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to his subject; and as his frantic<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looks show him truly Bacchanalian-like<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besmear'd with grapes, welcome he shall thee thither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where both may rage, both drink and dance together.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom fair Corinna sits, and doth comply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With ivory wrists his laureate head, and steeps<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His eye in dew of kisses while he sleeps;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then soft Catullus, sharp-fang'd Martial,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And towering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And snaky Persius, these, and those, whom rage<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Dropt for the jars of heaven) fill'd t' engage<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All times unto their frenzies,&mdash;thou shalt there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold them in a spacious theatre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among which glories, crowned with sacred bays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flatt'ring ivy, two recite their plays&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beaumont and Fletcher, swans to whom all ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen, while they, like syrens in their spheres,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing their Evadne; and still more for thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There yet remains to know than thou can'st see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By glim'ring of a fancy. Do but come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there I'll show thee that capacious room<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which thy father Jonson now is plac'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in a globe of radiant fire, and grac'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be in that orb crown'd, that doth include<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those prophets of the former magnitude,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And he one chief; but hark, I hear the cock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(The bellman of the night) proclaim the clock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of late struck one, and now I see the prime<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of day break from the pregnant east: 'tis time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I vanish; more I had to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But night determines here, away.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Purfling</i>, trimming, embroidering.<br />
+
+<i>Round</i>, rustic dance.<br />
+
+<i>Comply</i>, encircle.<br />
+
+<i>Their Evadne</i>, the sister of Melantius in their play "The Maid's
+Tragedy".</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p576"></a>576. LIFE IS THE BODY'S LIGHT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Life is the body's light, which once declining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those crimson clouds i' th' cheek and lips leave shining.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those counter-changed tabbies in the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(The sun once set) all of one colour are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, when Death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dismal darkness then doth smutch the face.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tabbies</i>, shot silks.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p579"></a>579. LOVE LIGHTLY PLEASED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let fair or foul my mistress be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or low, or tall, she pleaseth me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or let her walk, or stand, or sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The posture hers, I'm pleas'd with it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or let her tongue be still, or stir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Graceful is every thing from her;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or let her grant, or else deny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>My love will fit each history</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></div></div>
+</div>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p580"></a>580. THE PRIMROSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20">
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Ask me why I send you here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This sweet Infanta of the year?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ask me why I send to you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will whisper to your ears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sweets of love are mix'd with tears.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Ask me why this flower does show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So yellow-green, and sickly too?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ask me why the stalk is weak<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bending (yet it doth not break)?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will answer: These discover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What fainting hopes are in a lover.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p581"></a>581. THE TITHE. TO THE BRIDE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If nine times you your bridegroom kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tenth you know the parson's is.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pay then your tithe, and doing thus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prove in your bride-bed numerous.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If children you have ten, Sir John<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Won't for his tenth part ask you one.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Sir John</i>, the parson.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p582"></a>582. A FROLIC.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring me my rosebuds, drawer, come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So, while I thus sit crown'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll drink the aged Cæcubum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until the roof turn round.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Drawer</i>, waiter.<br />
+
+<i>Cæcubum</i>, Cæcuban, an old Roman wine.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="2.p583"></a>583. CHANGE COMMON TO ALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All things subjected are to fate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom this morn sees most fortunate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The evening sees in poor estate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p584"></a>584. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The saints'-bell calls, and, Julia, I must read<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The proper lessons for the saints now dead:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To grace which service, Julia, there shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One holy collect said or sung for thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead when thou art, dear Julia, thou shalt have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A trentall sung by virgins o'er thy grave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meantime we two will sing the dirge of these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who dead, deserve our best remembrances.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Trentall</i>, a service for the dead.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p585"></a>585. NO LUCK IN LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I do love I know not what,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes this and sometimes that;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All conditions I aim at.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, as luckless, I have yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many shrewd disasters met<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To gain her whom I would get.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore now I'll love no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I've doted heretofore:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He who must be, shall be poor.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="2.p586"></a>586. IN THE DARK NONE DAINTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All are alike fair when no spots we see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lais and Lucrece in the night-time are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pleasing alike, alike both singular:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joan and my lady have at that time one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One and the self-same priz'd complexion:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then please alike the pewter and the plate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The chosen ruby, and the reprobate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Lais and Lucrece</i>, opposite types of incontinence and purity. Cp. <a href="#2.p665">665</a>,
+<a href="#2.p885">885</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p587"></a>587. A CHARM, OR AN ALLAY FOR LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If so be a toad be laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a sheep's-skin newly flay'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that tied to man, 'twill sever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him and his affections ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p590"></a>590. TO HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW, MASTER JOHN<br />WINGFIELD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For being comely, consonant, and free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To most of men, but most of all to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For so decreeing that thy clothes' expense<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keeps still within a just circumference;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then for contriving so to load thy board<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that the messes ne'er o'erlade the lord;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Next for ordaining that thy words not swell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To any one unsober syllable:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These I could praise thee for beyond another,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wert thou a Winstfield only, not a brother.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Consonant</i>, harmonious.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p591"></a>591. THE HEADACHE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem10"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My head doth ache,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Sappho! take<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy fillet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bind the pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or bring some bane<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To kill it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But less that part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than my poor heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now is sick;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One kiss from thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will counsel be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And physic.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p592"></a>592. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live by thy muse thou shalt, when others die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving no fame to long posterity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When monarchies trans-shifted are, and gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here shall endure thy vast dominion.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p593"></a>593. UPON A MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hence a blessed soul is fled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving here the body dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which since here they can't combine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the saint we'll keep the shrine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="2.p596"></a>596. UPON THE TROUBLESOME TIMES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O times most bad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without the scope<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of hope<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of better to be had!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Where shall I go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or whither run<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To shun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This public overthrow?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">No places are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This I am sure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Secure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this our wasting war.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Some storms we've past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet we must all<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Down fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And perish at the last.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p597"></a>597. CRUELTY BASE IN COMMANDERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nothing can be more loathsome than to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Power conjoin'd with Nature's cruelty.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p599"></a>599. UPON LUCIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I ask'd my Lucia but a kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she with scorn denied me this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say then, how ill should I have sped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had I then ask'd her maidenhead?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p600"></a>600. LITTLE AND LOUD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little you are, for woman's sake be proud;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my sake next, though little, be not loud.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p601"></a>601. SHIPWRECK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He who has suffered shipwreck fears to sail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p602"></a>602. PAINS WITHOUT PROFIT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A long life's-day I've taken pains<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For very little, or no gains;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The evening's come, here now I'll stop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And work no more, but shut up shop.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p603"></a>603. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be bold, my book, nor be abash'd, or fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cutting thumb-nail or the brow severe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But by the Muses swear all here is good<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If but well read, or, ill read, understood.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p604"></a>604. HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I a verse shall make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know I have pray'd thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For old religion's sake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saint Ben, to aid me.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Make the way smooth for me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I, thy Herrick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Honouring thee, on my knee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offer my lyric.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Candles I'll give to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a new altar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou, Saint Ben, shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Writ in my Psalter.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p605"></a>605. POVERTY AND RICHES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riches to be but burdens to the mind.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p606"></a>606. AGAIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who with a little cannot be content,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Endures an everlasting punishment.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p607"></a>607. THE COVETOUS STILL CAPTIVES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's live with that small pittance that we have;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Who covets more, is evermore a slave</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p608"></a>608. LAWS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When laws full power have to sway, we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little or no part there of tyranny.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p609"></a>609. OF LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I'll get me hence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because no fence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or fort that I can make here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But love by charms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else by arms<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will storm, or starving take here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p611"></a>611. TO HIS MUSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go woo young Charles no more to look<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than but to read this in my book:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How Herrick begs, if that he can-<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not like the muse, to love the man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who by the shepherds sung, long since,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The star-led birth of Charles the Prince.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Long since</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, in the "Pastoral upon the Birth of Prince Charles"
+(<a href="#1.p213">213</a>), where see <a href="#1.n213i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p612"></a>612. THE BAD SEASON MAKES THE POET SAD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dull to myself, and almost dead to these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My many fresh and fragrant mistresses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lost to all music now, since everything<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sick is the land to the heart, and doth endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More dangerous faintings by her desp'rate cure.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if that golden age would come again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Charles here rule, as he before did reign;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">If smooth and unperplexed the seasons were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when the sweet Maria lived here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I should delight to have my curls half drown'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Tyrian dews, and head with roses crown'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And once more yet, ere I am laid out dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Knock at a star with my exalted head</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Knock at a star</i> (sublimi feriam sidera vertice). Horace Ode, i. 1.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p613"></a>613. TO VULCAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy sooty godhead I desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still to be ready with thy fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That should my book despised be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Acceptance it might find of thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p614"></a>614. LIKE PATTERN, LIKE PEOPLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>This is the height of justice: that to do</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Thyself which thou put'st other men unto.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>As great men lead, the meaner follow on,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Or to the good, or evil action.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p615"></a>615. PURPOSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No wrath of men or rage of seas<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can shake a just man's purposes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No threats of tyrants or the grim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Visage of them can alter him;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what he doth at first intend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he holds firmly to the end.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="2.p616"></a>616. TO THE MAIDS TO WALK ABROAD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, sit we under yonder tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where merry as the maids we'll be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as on primroses we sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll venture, if we can, at wit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If not, at draw-gloves we will play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So spend some minutes of the day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else spin out the thread of sands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Playing at Questions and Commands:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or tell what strange tricks love can do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By quickly making one of two.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus we will sit and talk, but tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No cruel truths of Philomel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or Phyllis, whom hard fate forc'd on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kill herself for Demophon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But fables we'll relate: how Jove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put on all shapes to get a love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As now a satyr, then a swan;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bull but then, and now a man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next we will act how young men woo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sigh, and kiss as lovers do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And talk of brides, and who shall make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That wedding-smock, this bridal cake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That dress, this sprig, that leaf, this vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That smooth and silken columbine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This done, we'll draw lots who shall buy<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And gild the bays and rosemary;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What posies for our wedding rings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What gloves we'll give and ribandings:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And smiling at ourselves, decree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who then the joining priest shall be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What short, sweet prayers shall be said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And how the posset shall be made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With cream of lilies, not of kine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And maiden's-blush, for spiced wine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, having talked, we'll next commend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A kiss to each, and so we'll end.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Draw-gloves</i>, talking on the fingers.<br />
+
+<i>Philomela</i>, daughter of Pandion, changed into a nightingale.<br />
+
+<i>Phyllis</i>, the S. Phyllis of a former lyric (<a href="#1.p449">To Groves</a>).<br />
+
+<i>Gild the bays</i>, see <a href="#1.n479i">Note</a> to <a href="#1.p479">479</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p617"></a>617. HIS OWN EPITAPH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As wearied pilgrims, once possest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of long'd-for lodging, go to rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I, now having rid my way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fix here my button'd staff and stay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youth, I confess, hath me misled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But age hath brought me right to bed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Button'd</i>, knobbed.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p618"></a>618. A NUPTIAL VERSE TO MISTRESS ELIZABETH LEE,<br />NOW LADY TRACY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spring with the lark, most comely bride, and meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your eager bridegroom with auspicious feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The morn's far spent, and the immortal sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Corals his cheek to see those rites not done.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Fie, lovely maid! indeed you are too slow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to the temple Love should run, not go.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dispatch your dressing then, and quickly wed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then feast, and coy't a little, then to bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This day is Love's day, and this busy night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is yours, in which you challenged are to fight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With such an arm'd, but such an easy foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As will, if you yield, lie down conquer'd too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The field is pitch'd, but such must be your wars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that your kisses must outvie the stars.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fall down together vanquished both, and lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drown'd in the blood of rubies there, not die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Corals</i>, reddens.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p619"></a>619. THE NIGHT-PIECE, TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shooting stars attend thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the elves also,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose little eyes glow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No Will-o'-th'-Wisp mislight thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But on, on thy way<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not making a stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since ghost there's none to affright thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let not the dark thee cumber:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though the moon does slumber?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The stars of the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will lend thee their light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like tapers clear without number.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then, Julia, let me woo thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, thus to come unto me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And when I shall meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy silv'ry feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My soul I'll pour into thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p620"></a>620. TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me wine, and give me meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To create in me a heat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That my pulses high may beat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cold and hunger never yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could a noble verse beget;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But your bowls with sack replete.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me these, my knight, and try<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a minute's space how I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can run mad and prophesy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then, if any piece prove new<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rare, I'll say, my dearest Crew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was full inspired by you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p621"></a>621. GOOD LUCK NOT LASTING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If well the dice run, let's applaud the cast:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The happy fortune will not always last</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p622"></a>622. A KISS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="2.p623"></a>623. GLORY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I make no haste to have my numbers read:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Seldom comes glory till a man be dead</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p624"></a>624. POETS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wantons we are, and though our words be such,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our lives do differ from our lines by much.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p625"></a>625. NO DESPITE TO THE DEAD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Reproach we may the living, not the dead:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis cowardice to bite the buried</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p626"></a>626. TO HIS VERSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What will ye, my poor orphans, do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I must leave the world and you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who'll give ye then a sheltering shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or credit ye when I am dead?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who'll let ye by their fire sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although ye have a stock of wit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Already coin'd to pay for it?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot tell, unless there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some race of old humanity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Left, of the large heart and long hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alive, as noble Westmorland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or gallant Newark, which brave two<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May fost'ring fathers be to you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If not, expect to be no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ill us'd, than babes left fatherless.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Westmorland</i>, <i>Newark</i>, see <a href="#2.n626ii">Notes</a>.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p627"></a>627. HIS CHARGE TO JULIA AT HIS DEATH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dearest of thousands, now the time draws near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That with my lines my life must full-stop here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cut off thy hairs, and let thy tears be shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over my turf when I am buried.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then for effusions, let none wanting be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or other rites that do belong to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As love shall help thee, when thou dost go hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thy everlasting residence.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Effusions</i>, the "due drink-offerings" of the lyric "To his lovely
+mistresses" (<a href="#2.p634">634</a>).</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p628"></a>628. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">In a dream, Love bade me go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the galleys there to row;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the vision I ask'd why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love as briefly did reply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas better there to toil, than prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The turmoils they endure that love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I awoke, and then I knew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What Love said was too-too true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Henceforth therefore I will be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As from love, from trouble free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>None pities him that's in the snare,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And, warned before, would not beware.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p629"></a>629. THE COBBLERS' CATCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come sit we by the fire's side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And roundly drink we here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till that we see our cheeks ale-dy'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And noses tann'd with beer.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p633"></a>633. CONNUBII FLORES, OR THE WELL-WISHES<br />AT WEDDINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem35"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Sacerdotum.</i> From the temple to your home<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May a thousand blessings come!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And a sweet concurring stream<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of all joys to join with them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Juvenum.</i> Happy Day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Make no long stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Here<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">In thy sphere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But give thy place to Night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">As thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">May be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Partaker of this sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And since it was thy care<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To see the younglings wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">'Tis fit that Night the pair<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Should see safe brought to bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Senum.</i> Go to your banquet then, but use delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So as to rise still with an appetite.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love is a thing most nice, and must be fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To such a height, but never surfeited.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What is beyond the mean is ever ill:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>'Tis best to feed Love, but not overfill</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Go then discreetly to the bed of pleasure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And this remember, <i>virtue keeps the measure</i>.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Virginum.</i> Lucky signs we have descri'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">To encourage on the bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And to these we have espi'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Not a kissing Cupid flies<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Here about, but has his eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">To imply your love is wise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Pastorum.</i> Here we present a fleece<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">To make a piece<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Of cloth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Nor, fair, must you be both<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Your finger to apply<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To housewifery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Then, then begin<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">To spin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, sweetling, mark you, what a web will come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into your chests, drawn by your painful thumb.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Matronarum.</i> Set you to your wheel, and wax<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Rich by the ductile wool and flax.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yarn is an income, and the housewives' thread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The larder fills with meat, the bin with bread.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Senum.</i> Let wealth come in by comely thrift<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And not by any sordid shift;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">'Tis haste<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Makes waste:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Extremes have still their fault:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The softest fire makes the sweetest malt:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Who grips too hard the dry and slippery sand</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Holds none at all, or little in his hand.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Virginum.</i> Goddess of pleasure, youth and peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Give them the blessing of increase:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And thou, Lucina, that dost hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The vows of those that children bear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Whenas her April hour draws near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Be thou then propitious there.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Juvenum.</i> Far hence be all speech that may anger move:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Sweet words must nourish soft and gentle love</i>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus Omnium.</i> Live in the love of doves, and having told<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The raven's years, go hence more ripe than old.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Nice</i>, dainty.<br />
+
+<i>Painful</i>, painstaking; for the passage cp. Catull. <i>Nupt. Pel. et
+Thet.</i> 311-314.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p634"></a>634. TO HIS LOVELY MISTRESSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One night i' th' year, my dearest beauties, come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring those due drink-offerings to my tomb.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thence ye see my reverend ghost to rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there to lick th' effused sacrifice:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though paleness be the livery that I wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look ye not wan or colourless for fear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trust me, I will not hurt ye, or once show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The least grim look, or cast a frown on you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor shall the tapers when I'm there burn blue.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">This I may do, perhaps, as I glide by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast on my girls a glance and loving eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or fold mine arms and sigh, because I've lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The world so soon, and in it you the most.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than these, no fears more on your fancies fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though then I smile and speak no words at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Fold mine arms</i>, cp. "crossing his arms in this sad knot" (<i>Tempest</i>).</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p635"></a>635. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A crystal vial Cupid brought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which had a juice in it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which who drank, he said no thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of love he should admit.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I, greedy of the prize, did drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And emptied soon the glass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which burnt me so, that I do think<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fire of hell it was.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me my earthen cups again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The crystal I contemn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, though enchas'd with pearls, contain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A deadly draught in them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And thou, O Cupid! come not to<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My threshold, since I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all I have, or else can do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou still wilt cozen me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p638"></a>638. THE BEGGAR TO MAB, THE FAIRY QUEEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Please your Grace, from out your store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give an alms to one that's poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That your mickle may have more.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Black I'm grown for want of meat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me then an ant to eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the cleft ear of a mouse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over-sour'd in drink of souce;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, sweet lady, reach to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The abdomen of a bee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or commend a cricket's hip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or his huckson, to my scrip.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give for bread a little bit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a pea that 'gins to chit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my full thanks take for it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flour of fuzz-balls, that's too good<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a man in needihood;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the meal of milldust can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well content a craving man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any orts the elves refuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well will serve the beggar's use.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if this may seem too much<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For an alms, then give me such<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Little bits that nestle there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the prisoner's panier.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So a blessing light upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You and mighty Oberon:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That your plenty last till when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I return your alms again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Mickle</i>, much.<br />
+
+<i>Souce</i>, salt-pickle.<br />
+
+<i>Huckson</i>, huckle-bone.<br />
+
+<i>Chit</i>, sprout.<br />
+
+<i>Orts</i>, scraps of food.<br />
+
+<i>Prisoner's panier</i>, the basket which poor prisoners used to hang out of
+the gaol windows for alms in money or kind.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p639"></a>639. AN END DECREED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's be jocund while we may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All things have an ending day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when once the work is done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Fates revolve no flax they've spun</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Revolve</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, bring back.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p640"></a>640. UPON A CHILD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here a pretty baby lies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sung asleep with lullabies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray be silent, and not stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Th' easy earth that covers her.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p641"></a>641. PAINTING SOMETIMES PERMITTED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If Nature do deny<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Colours, let Art supply.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p642"></a>642. FAREWELL FROST, OR WELCOME THE SPRING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Re-cloth'd in fresh and verdant diaper.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thaw'd are the snows, and now the lusty spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gives to each mead a neat enamelling.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The palms put forth their gems, and every tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now swaggers in her leafy gallantry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while the Daulian minstrel sweetly sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With warbling notes, her Terean sufferings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What gentle winds perspire! As if here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never had been the northern plunderer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To strip the trees and fields, to their distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving them to a pitied nakedness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look how when a frantic storm doth tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A stubborn oak, or holm, long growing there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But lull'd to calmness, then succeeds a breeze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So when this war, which tempest-like doth spoil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our salt, our corn, our honey, wine and oil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Falls to a temper, and doth mildly cast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His inconsiderate frenzy off, at last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gentle dove may, when these turmoils cease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring in her bill, once more, the branch of peace.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Gems</i>, buds.<br />
+
+<i>Daulian minstrel</i>, the nightingale Philomela.<br />
+
+<i>Terean sufferings</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, at the hands of Tereus.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p643"></a>643. THE HAG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The hag is astride<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This night for to ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The devil and she together;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Through thick and through thin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now out and then in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though ne'er so foul be the weather.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">A thorn or a burr<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She takes for a spur,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a lash of a bramble she rides now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through brakes and through briars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er ditches and mires,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She follows the spirit that guides now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">No beast for his food<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dare now range the wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But hush'd in his lair he lies lurking;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While mischiefs, by these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On land and on seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At noon of night are a-working.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The storm will arise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And trouble the skies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night, and more for the wonder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The ghost from the tomb<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Affrighted shall come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call'd out by the clap of the thunder.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p644"></a>644. UPON AN OLD MAN: A RESIDENTIARY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tread, sirs, as lightly as ye can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the grave of this old man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twice forty, bating but one year<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thrice three weeks, he lived here.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom gentle fate translated hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a more happy residence.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, reader, let me tell thee this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which from his ghost a promise is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If here ye will some few tears shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll never haunt ye now he's dead.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Residentiary</i>, old inhabitant.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p645"></a>645. UPON TEARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above they are the angels' spiced wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p646"></a>646. PHYSICIANS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Physicians fight not against men; but these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Combat for men by conquering the disease.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p647"></a>647. THE PRIMITI&AElig; TO PARENTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our household-gods our parents be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And manners good require that we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first fruits give to them, who gave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Us hands to get what here we have.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p649"></a>649. UPON LUCY. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sound teeth has Lucy, pure as pearl, and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mellow lips, and luscious therewithal.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p651"></a>651. TO SILVIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am holy while I stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Circum-crost by thy pure hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when that is gone, again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I, as others, am profane.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Circum-crost</i>, marked round with a cross.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p652"></a>652. TO HIS CLOSET-GODS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I go hence, ye Closet-Gods, I fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never again to have ingression here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where I have had whatever thing could be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pleasant and precious to my muse and me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides rare sweets, I had a book which none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could read the intext but myself alone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the cover of this book there went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A curious-comely clean compartlement,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, in the midst, to grace it more, was set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A blushing, pretty, peeping rubelet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now 'tis closed; and being shut and seal'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be it, O be it, never more reveal'd!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep here still, Closet-Gods, 'fore whom I've set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oblations oft of sweetest marmelet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Ingression</i>, entrance.<br />
+
+<i>Intext</i>, contents.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p653"></a>653. A BACCHANALIAN VERSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fill me a mighty bowl<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up to the brim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I may drink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto my Jonson's soul.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Crown it again, again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thrice repeat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That happy heat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To drink to thee, my Ben.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well I can quaff, I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To th' number five<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or nine; but thrive<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In frenzy ne'er like thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>To the number five or nine</i>, see <a href="#2.n653ii">Note</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p654"></a>654. LONG-LOOKED-FOR COMES AT LAST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though long it be, years may repay the debt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>None loseth that which he in time may get</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p655"></a>655. TO YOUTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Drink wine, and live here blitheful, while ye may:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The morrow's life too late is; live to-day</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p656"></a>656. NEVER TOO LATE TO DIE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No man comes late unto that place from whence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never man yet had a regredience.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Regredience</i>, return.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p657"></a>657. A HYMN TO THE MUSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O you the virgins nine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That do our souls incline<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To noble discipline!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nod to this vow of mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, then, and now inspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My viol and my lyre<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your eternal fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make me one entire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Composer in your choir.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I'll your altars strew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With roses sweet and new;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ever live a true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Acknowledger of you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p658"></a>658. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll sing no more, nor will I longer write<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of that sweet lady, or that gallant knight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll sing no more of frosts, snows, dews and showers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more of groves, meads, springs and wreaths of flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll write no more, nor will I tell or sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Cupid and his witty cozening:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll sing no more of death, or shall the grave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more my dirges and my trentalls have.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Trentalls</i>, service for the dead.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p660"></a>660. TO MOMUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who read'st this book that I have writ,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And can'st not mend but carp at it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all the Muses! thou shalt be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anathema to it and me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p661"></a>661. AMBITION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In ways to greatness, think on this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That slippery all ambition is</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p662"></a>662. THE COUNTRY LIFE, TO THE HONOURED M.<br />END. PORTER, GROOM OF THE
+BEDCHAMBER<br />TO HIS MAJESTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet country life, to such unknown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose lives are others', not their own!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But serving courts and cities, be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less happy, less enjoying thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou never plough'st the ocean's foam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To seek and bring rough pepper home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor to the Eastern Ind dost rove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bring from thence the scorched clove;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor, with the loss of thy lov'd rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring'st home the ingot from the West.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, thy ambition's masterpiece<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flies no thought higher than a fleece;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or how to pay thy hinds, and clear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All scores, and so to end the year:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But walk'st about thine own dear bounds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not envying others larger grounds:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For well thou know'st <i>'tis not th' extent</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Of land makes life, but sweet content</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When now the cock (the ploughman's horn)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Calls forth the lily-wristed morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to thy corn-fields thou dost go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which though well soil'd, yet thou dost know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the best compost for the lands<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the wise master's feet and hands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There at the plough thou find'st thy team<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a hind whistling there to them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cheer'st them up by singing how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The kingdom's portion is the plough.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This done, then to th' enamelled meads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou go'st, and as thy foot there treads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou see'st a present God-like power<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Imprinted in each herb and flower;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And smell'st the breath of great-ey'd kine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet as the blossoms of the vine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here thou behold'st thy large sleek neat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the dew-laps up in meat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as thou look'st, the wanton steer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heifer, cow, and ox draw near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make a pleasing pastime there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These seen, thou go'st to view thy flocks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sheep, safe from the wolf and fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And find'st their bellies there as full<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of short sweet grass as backs with wool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leav'st them, as they feed and fill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shepherd piping on a hill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For sports, for pageantry and plays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast thy eves and holidays;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On which the young men and maids meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To exercise their dancing feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tripping the comely country round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With daffodils and daisies crown'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy wakes, thy quintels here thou hast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy May-poles, too, with garlands grac'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy morris dance, thy Whitsun ale,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy shearing feast which never fail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy harvest-home, thy wassail bowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's toss'd up after fox i' th' hole;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy mummeries, thy Twelfth-tide kings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And queens, thy Christmas revellings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy nut-brown mirth, thy russet wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no man pays too dear for it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To these, thou hast thy times to go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And trace the hare i' th' treacherous snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy witty wiles to draw, and get<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lark into the trammel net;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To take the precious pheasant made;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy lime-twigs, snares and pit-falls then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To catch the pilfering birds, not men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O happy life! if that their good<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The husbandmen but understood!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who all the day themselves do please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And younglings, with such sports as these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lying down have nought t' affright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet sleep, that makes more short the night.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="czerop"><i>Cætera desunt</i> &mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Soil'd</i>, manured.<br />
+
+<i>Compost</i>, preparation.<br />
+
+<i>Fox i' th' hole</i>, a hopping game in which boys beat each other with
+gloves.<br />
+
+<i>Cockrood</i>, a run for snaring woodcocks.<br />
+
+<i>Glade</i>, an opening in the wood across which nets were hung to catch
+game. (Willoughby, <i>Ornithologie</i>, i. 3.)</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p663"></a>663. TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I dare not ask a kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I dare not beg a smile,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest having that, or this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I might grow proud the while.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No, no, the utmost share<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of my desire shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only to kiss that air<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That lately kissed thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p664"></a>664. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, M. ARTHUR BARTLY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When after many lusters thou shalt be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wrapt up in sear-cloth with thine ancestry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When of thy ragg'd escutcheons shall be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So little left, as if they ne'er had been;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt thy name have, and thy fame's best trust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here with the generation of my Just.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Luster</i>, a period of five years.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p665"></a>665. WHAT KIND OF MISTRESS HE WOULD HAVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be the mistress of my choice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clean in manners, clear in voice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be she witty more than wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pure enough, though not precise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be she showing in her dress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a civil wilderness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the curious may detect<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Order in a sweet neglect;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be she rolling in her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tempting all the passers-by;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And each ringlet of her hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An enchantment, or a snare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to catch the lookers-on;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But herself held fast by none.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let her Lucrece all day be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thais in the night to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be she such as neither will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Famish me, nor overfill</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p667"></a>667. THE ROSEMARY BRANCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grow for two ends, it matters not at all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be 't for my bridal or my burial.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p669"></a>669. UPON CRAB. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He keeps the fox fur for to face his own.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p670"></a>670. A PARAN&AElig;TICALL, OR ADVISIVE VERSE, TO<br />HIS FRIEND, M. JOHN WICKS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is this a life, to break thy sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To rise as soon as day doth peep?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tire thy patient ox or ass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By noon, and let thy good days pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not knowing this, that Jove decrees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some mirth t' adulce man's miseries?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">No; 'tis a life to have thine oil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without extortion from thy soil;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy faithful fields to yield thee grain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although with some, yet little, pain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have thy mind, and nuptial bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With fears and cares uncumbered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pleasing wife, that by thy side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lies softly panting like a bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is to live, and to endear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those minutes Time has lent us here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, while fates suffer, live thou free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As is that air that circles thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And crown thy temples too, and let<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy servant, not thy own self, sweat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To strut thy barns with sheafs of wheat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time steals away like to a stream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we glide hence away with them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No sound recalls the hours once fled,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Or roses, being withered</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor us, my friend, when we are lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a dew or melted frost.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then live we mirthful while we should,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turn the iron age to gold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's feast, and frolic, sing, and play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus less last than live our day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Whose life with care is overcast,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That man's not said to live, but last;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Nor is't a life, seven years to tell,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>But for to live that half seven well;</i><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And that we'll do, as men who know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some few sands spent, we hence must go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both to be blended in the urn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From whence there's never a return.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Adulce</i>, sweeten.<br />
+
+<i>Strut</i>, swell.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p671"></a>671. ONCE SEEN AND NO MORE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thousands each day pass by, which we,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once past and gone, no more shall see.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p672"></a>672. LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This axiom I have often heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Kings ought to be more lov'd than fear'd</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p673"></a>673. TO M. DENHAM ON HIS PROSPECTIVE POEM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or look'd I back unto the times hence flown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To praise those Muses and dislike our own&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or did I walk those Pæan-gardens through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kick the flowers and scorn their odours too&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I might, and justly, be reputed here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One nicely mad or peevishly severe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But by Apollo! as I worship wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where I have cause to burn perfumes to it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, I confess, 'tis somewhat to do well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In our high art, although we can't excel<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Like thee, or dare the buskins to unloose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thy brave, bold, and sweet Maronian muse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But since I'm call'd, rare Denham, to be gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take from thy Herrick this conclusion:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis dignity in others, if they be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crown'd poets, yet live princes under thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while their wreaths and purple robes do shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less by their own gems than those beams of thine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pæan-gardens</i>, gardens sacred to Apollo.<br />
+
+<i>Nicely</i>, fastidiously.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p674"></a>674. A HYMN TO THE LARES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was, and still my care is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To worship ye, the Lares,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With crowns of greenest parsley<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And garlic chives, not scarcely;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For favours here to warm me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And not by fire to harm me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For gladding so my hearth here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With inoffensive mirth here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That while the wassail bowl here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With North-down ale doth troul here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No syllable doth fall here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mar the mirth at all here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which, O chimney-keepers!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(I dare not call ye sweepers)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So long as I am able<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To keep a country table,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Great be my fare, or small cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll eat and drink up all here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Troul</i>, pass round.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p675"></a>675. DENIAL IN WOMEN NO DISHEARTENING TO MEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Women, although they ne'er so goodly make it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their fashion is, but to say no, to take it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p676"></a>676. ADVERSITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Love is maintain'd by wealth</i>; when all is spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Adversity then breeds the discontent</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p677"></a>677. TO FORTUNE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tumble me down, and I will sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon my ruins, smiling yet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tear me to tatters, yet I'll be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Patient in my necessity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laugh at my scraps of clothes, and shun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me, as a fear'd infection;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, scare-crow-like, I'll walk as one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neglecting thy derision.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p678"></a>678. TO ANTHEA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, Anthea, know thou this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Love at no time idle is</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's be doing, though we play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But at push-pin half the day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chains of sweet bents let us make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Captive one, or both, to take:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which bondage we will lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Souls transfusing thus, and die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Push-pin</i>, a childish game in which one player placed a pin and the
+other pushed it.<br />
+
+<i>Bents</i>, grasses.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p679"></a>679. CRUELTIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the beholding death and cruelties.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p680"></a>680. PERSEVERANCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hast thou begun an act? ne'er then give o'er:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No man despairs to do what's done before</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p681"></a>681. UPON HIS VERSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What offspring other men have got,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The how, where, when, I question not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are the children I have left,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adopted some, none got by theft;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all are touch'd, like lawful plate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no verse illegitimate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Touch'd</i>, tested.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p682"></a>682. DISTANCE BETTERS DIGNITIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Kings must not oft be seen by public eyes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>State at a distance adds to dignities</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p683"></a>683. HEALTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Health is no other, as the learned hold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a just measure both of heat and cold.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p684"></a>684. TO DIANEME. A CEREMONY IN GLOUCESTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll to thee a simnel bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Gainst thou go'st a-mothering:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that when she blesseth thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half that blessing thou'lt give me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Simnel</i>, a cake, originally made of fine flour, eaten at Mid-Lent.<br />
+
+<i>A-mothering</i>, visiting relations in Mid-Lent, but see <a href="#2.n684ii">Note</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p685"></a>685. TO THE KING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give way, give way! now, now my Charles shines here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A public light, in this immensive sphere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some stars were fix'd before, but these are dim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Compar'd, in this my ample orb, to him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draw in your feeble fires, while that he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Appears but in his meaner majesty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where, if such glory flashes from his name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which is his shade, who can abide his flame!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Princes, and such like public lights as these,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Must not be look'd on but at distances:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For, if we gaze on these brave lamps too near,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Our eyes they'll blind, or if not blind, they'll blear.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Immensive</i>, immeasurable.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p686"></a>686. THE FUNERAL RITES OF THE ROSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rose was sick, and smiling died;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, being to be sanctified,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the bed there sighing stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sweet and flowery sisterhood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some hung the head, while some did bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wash her, water from the spring.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some laid her forth, while others wept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all a solemn fast there kept.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The holy sisters, some among,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sacred dirge and trentall sung.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ah! what sweets smelt everywhere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As heaven had spent all perfumes there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last, when prayers for the dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rites were all accomplished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They, weeping, spread a lawny loom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And clos'd her up, as in a tomb.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Trentall</i>, a service for the dead.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p687"></a>687. THE RAINBOW, OR CURIOUS COVENANT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as they thus did entertain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gentle beams from Julia's sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mine eyes levell'd opposite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O thing admir'd! there did appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A curious rainbow smiling there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which was the covenant that she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more would drown mine eyes or me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p688"></a>688. THE LAST STROKE STRIKES SURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though by well warding many blows we've pass'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That stroke most fear'd is which is struck the last</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p689"></a>689. FORTUNE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fortune's a blind profuser of her own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too much she gives to some, enough to none.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p690"></a>690. STOOL-BALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At stool-ball, Lucia, let us play<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For sugar-cakes and wine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or for a tansy let us pay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The loss, or thine, or mine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou, my dear, a winner be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At trundling of the ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wager thou shall have, and me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my misfortunes all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But if, my sweetest, I shall get,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then I desire but this:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That likewise I may pay the bet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And have for all a kiss.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Stool-ball</i>, a game of ball played by girls.<br />
+
+<i>Tansy</i>, a cake made of eggs, cream, and herbs.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p691"></a>691. TO SAPPHO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us now take time and play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love, and live here while we may;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drink rich wine, and make good cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While we have our being here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For once dead and laid i' th' grave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No return from thence we have.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p692"></a>692. ON POET PRAT. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prat he writes satires, but herein's the fault,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In no one satire there's a mite of salt.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p693"></a>693. UPON TUCK. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At post and pair, or slam, Tom Tuck would play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This Christmas, but his want wherewith says nay.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Post and pair, or slam</i>, old games of cards. Ben Jonson calls the
+former a "thrifty and right worshipful game".</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p694"></a>694. BITING OF BEGGARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instead of alms, sets dogs upon the poor.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p695"></a>695. THE MAY-POLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The May-pole is up!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now give me the cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll drink to the garlands around it;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">But first unto those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose hands did compose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The glory of flowers that crown'd it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">A health to my girls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose husbands may earls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or lords be, granting my wishes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And when that ye wed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the bridal bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then multiply all like to fishes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p696"></a>696. MEN MIND NO STATE IN SICKNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That flow of gallants which approach<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kiss thy hand from out the coach;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That fleet of lackeys which do run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before thy swift postillion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those strong-hoof'd mules which we behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rein'd in with purple, pearl, and gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shod with silver, prove to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The drawers of the axletree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy wife, thy children, and the state<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Persian looms and antique plate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All these, and more, shall then afford<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No joy to thee, their sickly lord.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p697"></a>697. ADVERSITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Adversity hurts none, but only such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom whitest fortune dandled has too much.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p698"></a>698. WANT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Need is no vice at all, though here it be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With men a loathed inconveniency.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p699"></a>699. GRIEF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sorrows divided amongst many, less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Discruciate a man in deep distress.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Discruciate</i>, torture.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p700"></a>700. LOVE PALPABLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I press'd my Julia's lips, and in the kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her soul and love were palpable in this.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p701"></a>701. NO ACTION HARD TO AFFECTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nothing hard or harsh can prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto those that truly love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p702"></a>702. MEAN THINGS OVERCOME MIGHTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the weak'st means things mighty are o'erthrown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He's lord of thy life who contemns his own</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p705"></a>705. THE BRACELET OF PEARL: TO SILVIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I brake thy bracelet 'gainst my will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, wretched, I did see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee discomposed then, and still<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Art discontent with me.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One gem was lost, and I will get<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A richer pearl for thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than ever, dearest Silvia, yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was drunk to Antony.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or, for revenge, I'll tell thee what<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou for the breach shall do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First crack the strings, and after that<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cleave thou my heart in two.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p706"></a>706. HOW ROSES CAME RED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis said, as Cupid danc'd among<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gods he down the nectar flung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which on the white rose being shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made it for ever after red.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p707"></a>707. KINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Men are not born kings, but are men renown'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chose first, confirm'd next, and at last are crown'd.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p708"></a>708. FIRST WORK, AND THEN WAGES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Preposterous is that order, when we run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To ask our wages ere our work be done.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Preposterous</i>, lit. hind part before.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p709"></a>709. TEARS AND LAUGHTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p710"></a>710. GLORY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glory no other thing is, Tully says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than a man's frequent fame spoke out with praise.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p711"></a>711. POSSESSIONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those possessions short-liv'd are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the which we come by war.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p713"></a>713. HIS RETURN TO LONDON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the dull confines of the drooping West<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see the day spring from the pregnant East,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ravish'd in spirit I come, nay, more, I fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee, bless'd place of my nativity!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, thus with hallowed foot I touch the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thousand blessings by thy fortune crown'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O fruitful Genius! that bestowest here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An everlasting plenty, year by year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O place! O people! Manners! fram'd to please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All nations, customs, kindreds, languages!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am a free-born Roman; suffer, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I amongst you live a citizen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">London my home is: though by hard fate sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a long and irksome banishment;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet since call'd back; henceforward let me be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O native country, repossess'd by thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, rather than I'll to the West return,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll beg of thee first here to have mine urn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weak I am grown, and must in short time fall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give thou my sacred relics burial.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p714"></a>714. NOT EVERY DAY FIT FOR VERSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis not ev'ry day that I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fitted am to prophesy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No; but when the spirit fills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fantastic pannicles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full of fire, then I write<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the godhead doth indite.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus enrag'd, my lines are hurled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the Sybil's, through the world.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look how next the holy fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either slakes, or doth retire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the fancy cools, till when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That brave spirit comes again.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Fantastic pannicles</i>, brain cells of the imagination.<br />
+
+<i>Sybil's</i>, the oracles of the Cumæan Sybil were written on leaves, which
+the wind blew about her cave.&mdash;Virg. &AElig;n. iv.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p715"></a>715. POVERTY THE GREATEST PACK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To mortal men great loads allotted be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>But of all packs, no pack like poverty</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p716"></a>716. A BUCOLIC, OR DISCOURSE OF NEATHERDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Come, blitheful neatherds, let us lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">A wager who the best shall play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Of thee or I, the roundelay<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That fits the business of the day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Lalage the judge shall be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To give the prize to thee, or me.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. Content, begin, and I will bet<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">A heifer smooth, and black as jet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">In every part alike complete,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And wanton as a kid as yet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Lalage, with cow-like eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Shall be disposeress of the prize.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Against thy heifer, I will here<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Lay to thy stake a lusty steer<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">With gilded horns, and burnish'd clear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Why, then, begin, and let us hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The soft, the sweet, the mellow note<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That gently purls from either's oat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. The stakes are laid: let's now apply<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Each one to make his melody.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1"><i>Lal.</i> The equal umpire shall be I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Who'll hear, and so judge righteously.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Much time is spent in prate; begin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And sooner play, the sooner win.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">[<i>1 Neatherd plays</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. That's sweetly touch'd, I must confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Thou art a man of worthiness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">But hark how I can now express<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">My love unto my neatherdess.&nbsp;&nbsp;[<i>He sings</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A sugar'd note! and sound as sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">As kine when they at milking meet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Now for to win thy heifer fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">I'll strike thee such a nimble air<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>
+<span class="i3">That thou shalt say thyself 'tis rare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And title me without compare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lay by a while your pipes, and rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Since both have here deserved best.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. To get thy steerling, once again<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">I'll play thee such another strain<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That thou shalt swear my pipe does reign<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Over thine oat as sovereign.&nbsp;&nbsp;[<i>He sings</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Lalage shall tell by this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Whose now the prize and wager is.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Give me the prize. 2. The day is mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">1. Not so; my pipe has silenc'd thine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And hadst thou wager'd twenty kine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">They were mine own. <i>Lal.</i> In love combine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And lay ye down your pipes together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">As weary, not o'ercome by either.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>And lay</i> ye <i>down your pipes</i>. The original edition reads <i>And lay</i> we
+<i>down</i> our <i>pipes</i>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p717"></a>717. TRUE SAFETY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis not the walls or purple that defends<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A prince from foes, but 'tis his fort of friends.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p718"></a>718. A PROGNOSTIC.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As many laws and lawyers do express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nought but a kingdom's ill-affectedness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even so, those streets and houses do but show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Store of diseases where physicians flow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p719"></a>719. UPON JULIA'S SWEAT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Would ye oil of blossoms get?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take it from my Julia's sweat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oil of lilies and of spike?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From her moisture take the like.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let her breathe, or let her blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All rich spices thence will flow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Spike</i>, lavender.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p720"></a>720. PROOF TO NO PURPOSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You see this gentle stream that glides,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shov'd on by quick-succeeding tides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Try if this sober stream you can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Follow to th' wilder ocean;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see if there it keeps unspent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that congesting element.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, from that world of waters, then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By pores and caverns back again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Induct that inadult'rate same<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stream to the spring from whence it came.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This with a wonder when ye do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As easy, and else easier too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then may ye recollect the grains<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my particular remains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After a thousand lusters hurl'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By ruffling winds about the world.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p721"></a>721. FAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis still observ'd that fame ne'er sings</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The order, but the sum of things.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p722"></a>722. BY USE COMES EASINESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oft bend the bow, and thou with ease shalt do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What others can't with all their strength put to.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p723"></a>723. TO THE GENIUS OF HIS HOUSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into this house pour down thy influence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That through each room a golden pipe may run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of living water by thy benison.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fulfill the larders, and with strengthening bread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be evermore these bins replenished.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, like a bishop consecrate my ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lucky fairies here may dance their round;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after that, lay down some silver pence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The master's charge and care to recompense.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Charm then the chambers, make the beds for ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than for peevish, pining sicknesses.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fix the foundation fast, and let the roof<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow old with time but yet keep weather-proof.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p724"></a>724. HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i7">Though clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tell how night draws hence, I've none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">A cock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have to sing how day draws on.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">I have<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A maid, my Prew, by good luck sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To save<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That little Fates me gave or lent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">A hen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I keep, which creeking day by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Tells when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She goes her long white egg to lay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">A goose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have, which with a jealous ear<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Lets loose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her tongue to tell that danger's near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">A lamb<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I keep, tame, with my morsels fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Whose dam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An orphan left him, lately dead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">A cat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I keep that plays about my house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Grown fat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With eating many a miching mouse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A Tracy<a name="2.FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> I do keep whereby<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">I please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The more my rural privacy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Which are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But toys to give my heart some ease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Where care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None is, slight things do lightly please.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>My Prew</i>, Prudence Baldwin.<br />
+
+<i>Creeking</i>, clucking.<br />
+
+<i>Miching</i>, skulking.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p725"></a>725. GOOD PRECEPTS OR COUNSEL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In all thy need be thou possess'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still with a well-prepared breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor let the shackles make thee sad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou canst but have what others had.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this for comfort thou must know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Times that are ill won't still be so.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clouds will not ever pour down rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A sullen day will clear again</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First peals of thunder we must hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then lutes and harps shall stroke the ear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p726"></a>726. MONEY MAKES THE MIRTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When all birds else do of their music fail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Money's the still sweet-singing nightingale.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p727"></a>727. UP TAILS ALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Begin with a kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Go on too with this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus, thus, thus let us smother<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Our lips for awhile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But let's not beguile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our hope of one for the other.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">This play, be assur'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Long enough has endur'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since more and more is exacted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For Love he doth call<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For his <i>uptails all</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that's the part to be acted.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Uptails all</i>, the refrain of a song beginning "Fly Merry News": see
+<a href="#2.n727ii">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p729"></a>729. UPON LUCIA DABBLED IN THE DEW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Lucia in the dew did go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And prettily bedabbled so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her clothes held up, she showed withal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her decent legs, clean, long, and small.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I follow'd after to descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part of the nak'd sincerity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still the envious scene between<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Denied the mask I would have seen.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Decent</i>, in the Latin sense, comely; <i>sincerity</i>, purity.<br />
+
+<i>Scene</i>, a curtain or "drop-scene".<br />
+
+<i>Mask</i>, a play.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p730"></a>730. CHARON AND PHILOMEL; A DIALOGUE SUNG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Ph.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;Charon! O gentle Charon! let me woo thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By tears and pity now to come unto me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ch.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;What voice so sweet and charming do I hear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Say what thou art. <i>Ph.</i> I prithee first draw near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ch.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;A sound I hear, but nothing yet can see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Speak, where thou art. <i>Ph.</i> O Charon pity me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am a bird, and though no name I tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My warbling note will say I'm Philomel.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ch.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;What's that to me? I waft nor fish or fowls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor beasts, fond thing, but only human souls.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ph.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;Alas for me! <i>Ch.</i> Shame on thy witching note<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That made me thus hoist sail and bring my boat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I'll return; what mischief brought thee hither?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ph.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;A deal of love and much, much grief together.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ch.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;What's thy request? <i>Ph.</i> That since she's now beneath<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who fed my life, I'll follow her in death.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ch.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;And is that all? I'm gone. <i>Ph.</i> By love I pray thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ch.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;Talk not of love; all pray, but few souls pay me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ph.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll give thee vows and tears. <i>Ch.</i> Can tears pay scores<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For mending sails, for patching boat and oars?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ph.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll beg a penny, or I'll sing so long<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till thou shalt say I've paid thee with a song.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ch.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;Why then begin; and all the while we make<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our slothful passage o'er the Stygian Lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou and I'll sing to make these dull shades merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who else with tears would doubtless drown my ferry.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Fond</i>, foolish.<br />
+
+<i>She's now beneath</i>, her mother Zeuxippe?</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p733"></a>733. A TERNARY OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN<br />OF JELLY SENT TO A LADY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little saint best fits a little shrine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little prop best fits a little vine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my small cruse best fits my little wine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little seed best fits a little soil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little trade best fits a little toil:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my small jar best fits my little oil.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little bin best fits a little bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little garland fits a little head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my small stuff best fits my little shed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little hearth best fits a little fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little chapel fits a little choir:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my small bell best fits my little spire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little stream best fits a little boat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little lead best fits a little float:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my small pipe best fits my little note.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little meat best fits a little belly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As sweetly, lady, give me leave to tell ye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This little pipkin fits this little jelly.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p734"></a>734. UPON THE ROSES IN JULIA'S BOSOM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thrice happy roses, so much grac'd to have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the bosom of my love your grave.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Die when ye will, your sepulchre is known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your grave her bosom is, the lawn the stone.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p735"></a>735. MAIDS' NAYS ARE NOTHING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Maids' nays are nothing, they are shy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to desire what they deny.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p736"></a>736. THE SMELL OF THE SACRIFICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The gods require the thighs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of beeves for sacrifice;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Which roasted, we the steam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must sacrifice to them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who though they do not eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet love the smell of meat.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p737"></a>737. LOVERS: HOW THEY COME AND PART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A gyges' ring they bear about them still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be, and not seen when and where they will.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They fall like dew, but make no noise at all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So silently they one to th' other come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As colours steal into the pear or plum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And air-like, leave no pression to be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where'er they met or parting place has been.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Gyges' ring</i>, which made the wearer invisible.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p738"></a>738. TO WOMEN, TO HIDE THEIR TEETH IF THEY<br />BE ROTTEN OR RUSTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Close keep your lips, if that you mean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be accounted inside clean:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if you cleave them we shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There in your teeth much leprosy.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p739"></a>739. IN PRAISE OF WOMEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Jupiter, should I speak ill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of woman-kind, first die I will;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since that I know, 'mong all the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of creatures, woman is the best.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p740"></a>740. THE APRON OF FLOWERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To gather flowers Sappha went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And homeward she did bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within her lawny continent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The treasure of the spring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She smiling blush'd, and blushing smil'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sweetly blushing thus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She look'd as she'd been got with child<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By young Favonius.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her apron gave, as she did pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An odour more divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More pleasing, too, than ever was<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lap of Proserpine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Continent</i>, anything that holds, here the bosom of her dress.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p741"></a>741. THE CANDOUR OF JULIA'S TEETH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">White as Zenobia's teeth, the which the girls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Rome did wear for their most precious pearls.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Zenobia</i>, Queen of Palmyra, conquered by the Romans, <span class="smcap">a.d.</span> 273.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p742"></a>742. UPON HER WEEPING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She wept upon her cheeks, and weeping so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She seem'd to quench love's fire that there did glow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p743"></a>743. ANOTHER UPON HER WEEPING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She by the river sat, and sitting there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She wept, and made it deeper by a tear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p744"></a>744. DELAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Break off delay, since we but read of one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ever prospered by cunctation.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cunctation</i>, delay: the word is suggested by the name of Fabius
+Cunctator, the conqueror of the Carthaginians, addressed by Virg. (&AElig;n.
+vi. 846) as "Unus qui nobis cunctando restituis rem".</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p745"></a>745. TO SIR JOHN BERKLEY, GOVERNOR OF EXETER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stand forth, brave man, since fate has made thee here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Hector over aged Exeter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who for a long, sad time has weeping stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a poor lady lost in widowhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But fears not now to see her safety sold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As other towns and cities were, for gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By those ignoble births which shame the stem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That gave progermination unto them:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose restless ghosts shall hear their children sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Our sires betrayed their country and their king".<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True, if this city seven times rounded was<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With rock, and seven times circumflank'd with brass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet if thou wert not, Berkley, loyal proof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The senators, down tumbling with the roof,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Would into prais'd, but pitied, ruins fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving no show where stood the capitol.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou art just and itchless, and dost please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy Genius with two strengthening buttresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faith and affection, which will never slip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To weaken this thy great dictatorship.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Progermination</i>, budding out.<br />
+
+<i>Itchless</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, with no itch for bribes.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p746"></a>746. TO ELECTRA. LOVE LOOKS FOR LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love love begets, then never be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unsoft to him who's smooth to thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tigers and bears, I've heard some say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For proffer'd love will love repay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None are so harsh, but if they find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softness in others, will be kind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Affection will affection move,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then you must like because I love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p747"></a>747. REGRESSION SPOILS RESOLUTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hast thou attempted greatness? then go on:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back-turning slackens resolution.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p748"></a>748. CONTENTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Discreet and prudent we that discord call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That either profits, or not hurts at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p749"></a>749. CONSULTATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Consult ere thou begin'st; that done, go on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With all wise speed for execution.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Consult</i>, take counsel. The word and the epigram are suggested by
+Sallust's "Nam et, prius quam incipias, consulto, et ubi consulueris,
+mature facto opus est," Cat. i.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p750"></a>750. LOVE DISLIKES NOTHING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whatsoever thing I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rich or poor although it be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis a mistress unto me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be my girl or fair or brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does she smile or does she frown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I write a sweetheart down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be she rough or smooth of skin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I touch I then begin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to let affection in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be she bald, or does she wear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Locks incurl'd of other hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I shall find enchantment there.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be she whole, or be she rent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So my fancy be content,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's to me most excellent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be she fat, or be she lean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be she sluttish, be she clean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm a man for ev'ry scene.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p751"></a>751. OUR OWN SINS UNSEEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Other men's sins we ever bear in mind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>None sees the fardell of his faults behind</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Fardell</i>, bundle.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p752"></a>752. NO PAINS, NO GAINS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If little labour, little are our gains:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man's fortunes are according to his pains.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p754"></a>754. VIRTUE BEST UNITED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By so much, virtue is the less,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By how much, near to singleness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p755"></a>755. THE EYE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A wanton and lascivious eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betrays the heart's adultery.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p756"></a>756. TO PRINCE CHARLES UPON HIS COMING TO<br />EXETER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What fate decreed, time now has made us see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A renovation of the west by thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That preternatural fever, which did threat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death to our country, now hath lost his heat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, calms succeeding, we perceive no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Th' unequal pulse to beat, as heretofore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Something there yet remains for thee to do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then reach those ends that thou wast destin'd to.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Go on with Sylla's fortune; let thy fate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make thee like him, this, that way fortunate:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apollo's image side with thee to bless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy war (discreetly made) with white success.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meantime thy prophets watch by watch shall pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While young Charles fights, and fighting wins the day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, our smooth-paced poems all shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sung in the high doxology of thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then maids shall strew thee, and thy curls from them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Receive with songs a flowery diadem.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Sylla's fortune</i>, in allusion to Sylla's surname of <i>Felix</i>.<br />
+
+<i>Doxology</i>, glorifying.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p757"></a>757. A SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Burn, or drown me, choose ye whether,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I may but die together;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus to slay me by degrees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the height of cruelties.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What needs twenty stabs, when one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strikes me dead as any stone?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O show mercy then, and be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kind at once to murder me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p758"></a>758. PRINCES AND FAVOURITES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Princes and fav'rites are most dear, while they<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By giving and receiving hold the play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the relation then of both grows poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When these can ask, and kings can give no more.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p759"></a>759. EXAMPLES; OR, LIKE PRINCE, LIKE PEOPLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Examples lead us, and we likely see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such as the prince is, will his people be.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p760"></a>760. POTENTATES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love and the Graces evermore do wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the man that is a potentate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p761"></a>761. THE WAKE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, Anthea, let us two<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go to feast, as others do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tarts and custards, creams and cakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are the junkets still at wakes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto which the tribes resort,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the business is the sport.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Morris-dancers thou shall see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marian, too, in pageantry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a mimic to devise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many grinning properties.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Players there will be, and those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Base in action as in clothes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet with strutting they will please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The incurious villages.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near the dying of the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There will be a cudgel-play,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Where a coxcomb will be broke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere a good word can be spoke:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the anger ends all here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drenched in ale, or drown'd in beer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happy rustics! best content<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the cheapest merriment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And possess no other fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to want the wake next year.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Marian</i>, Maid Marian of the Robin Hood ballads.<br />
+
+<i>Action</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, dramatic action.<br />
+
+<i>Incurious</i>, careless, easily pleased.<br />
+
+<i>Coxcomb</i>, to cause blood to flow from the opponent's head was the test
+of victory.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p762"></a>762. THE PETER-PENNY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Fresh strewings allow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To my sepulchre now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make my lodging the sweeter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A staff or a wand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Put then in my hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a penny to pay S. Peter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Who has not a cross<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Must sit with the loss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no whit further must venture;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since the porter he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will paid have his fee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else not one there must enter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Who at a dead lift<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can't send for a gift<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pig to the priest for a roaster,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall hear his clerk say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By yea and by nay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No penny, no paternoster</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>S. Peter</i>, as the gate-ward of heaven.<br />
+
+<i>Cross</i>, a coin.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p763"></a>763. TO DOCTOR ALABASTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nor art thou less esteem'd that I have plac'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amongst mine honour'd, thee almost the last:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In great processions many lead the way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To him who is the triumph of the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As these have done to thee who art the one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One only glory of a million:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In whom the spirit of the gods does dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Firing thy soul, by which thou dost foretell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When this or that vast dynasty must fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down to a fillet more imperial;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When this or that horn shall be broke, and when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Others shall spring up in their place again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When times and seasons and all years must lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drowned in the sea of wild eternity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the black doomsday books, as yet unseal'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall by the mighty angel be reveal'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when the trumpet which thou late hast found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall call to judgment. Tell us when the sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of this or that great April day shall be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And next the Gospel we will credit thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meantime like earth-worms we will crawl below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wonder at those things that thou dost know.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot">For an account of Alabaster see <a href="#2.n763ii">Notes</a>: the allusions here are to his
+apocalyptic writings.<br />
+
+<i>Horn</i>, used as a symbol of prosperity.<br />
+
+<i>The trumpet which thou late hast found</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, Alabaster's
+"Spiraculum Tubarum seu Fons Spiritualium Expositionum," published 1633.<br />
+
+<i>April day</i>, day of weeping, or perhaps rather of "opening" or
+revelation.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p764"></a>764. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MRS. M. S.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here lies a virgin, and as sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As e'er was wrapt in winding sheet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her name if next you would have known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The marble speaks it, Mary Stone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who dying in her blooming years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This stone for name's sake melts to tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If, fragrant virgins, you'll but keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fast, while jets and marbles weep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And praying, strew some roses on her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'll do my niece abundant honour.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p765"></a>765. FELICITY KNOWS NO FENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of both our fortunes good and bad we find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prosperity more searching of the mind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Felicity flies o'er the wall and fence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While misery keeps in with patience.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p766"></a>766. DEATH ENDS ALL WOE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Time is the bound of things; where'er we go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Fate gives a meeting, Death's the end of woe</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p767"></a>767. A CONJURATION TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By those soft tods of wool<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which the air is full;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">By all those tinctures there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That paint the hemisphere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By dews and drizzling rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That swell the golden grain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all those sweets that be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I' th' flowery nunnery;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By silent nights, and the<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three forms of Hecate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all aspects that bless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sober sorceress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While juice she strains, and pith<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make her philters with;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By time that hastens on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Things to perfection;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And by yourself, the best<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conjurement of the rest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O my Electra! be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In love with none, but me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tods of wool</i>, literally, tod of wool=twenty-eight pounds, here used of
+the fleecy clouds.<br />
+
+<i>Tinctures</i>, colours.<br />
+
+<i>Three forms of Hecate</i>, the <i>Diva triformis</i> of Hor. Od. iii. 22. Luna
+in heaven, Diana on earth, Persephone in the world below.<br />
+
+<i>Aspects</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, of the planets.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p768"></a>768. COURAGE COOLED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I cannot love as I have lov'd before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'm grown old and, with mine age, grown poor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Love must be fed by wealth</i>: this blood of mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must needs wax cold, if wanting bread and wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p769"></a>769. THE SPELL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Holy water come and bring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast in salt, for seasoning:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set the brush for sprinkling:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sacred spittle bring ye hither;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meal and it now mix together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a little oil to either.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give the tapers here their light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ring the saints'-bell, to affright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far from hence the evil sprite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p770"></a>770. HIS WISH TO PRIVACY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem10"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me a cell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no foot hath<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A path:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There will I spend<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And end<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wearied years<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In tears.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p771"></a>771. A GOOD HUSBAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A Master of a house, as I have read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must be the first man up, and last in bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the sun rising he must walk his grounds;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See this, view that, and all the other bounds:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut every gate; mend every hedge that's torn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either with old, or plant therein new thorn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tread o'er his glebe, but with such care, that where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sets his foot, he leaves rich compost there.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p772"></a>772. A HYMN TO BACCHUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I sing thy praise, Iacchus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who with thy thyrse dost thwack us:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet thou so dost back us<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With boldness, that we fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No Brutus ent'ring here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor Cato the severe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though the lictors threat us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We know they dare not beat us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So long as thou dost heat us.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we thy orgies sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each cobbler is a king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor dreads he any thing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though he do not rave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet he'll the courage have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To call my Lord Mayor knave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides, too, in a brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although he has no riches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But walks with dangling breeches<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And skirts that want their stitches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shows his naked flitches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet he'll be thought or seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So good as George-a-Green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And calls his blouze, his queen;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And speaks in language keen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Bacchus! let us be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From cares and troubles free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou shalt hear how we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will chant new hymns to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Orgies</i>, hymns to Bacchus.<br />
+
+<i>Brave</i>, boast.<br />
+
+<i>George-a-Green</i>, the legendary pinner of Wakefield, renowned for the
+use of the quarterstaff.<br />
+
+<i>Blouze</i>, a fat wench.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p773"></a>773. UPON PUSS AND HER 'PRENTICE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Puss and her 'prentice both at drawgloves play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, they kiss, and so draw out the day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At night they draw to supper; then well fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They draw their clothes off both, so draw to bed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Drawgloves</i>, the game of talking on the fingers.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p774"></a>774. BLAME THE REWARD OF PRINCES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Among disasters that dissension brings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This not the least is, which belongs to kings:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If wars go well, each for a part lays claim;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ill, then kings, not soldiers, bear the blame.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p775"></a>775. CLEMENCY IN KINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Kings must not only cherish up the good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But must be niggards of the meanest blood.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p776"></a>776. ANGER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wrongs, if neglected, vanish in short time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But heard with anger, we confess the crime.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p777"></a>777. A PSALM OR HYMN TO THE GRACES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glory be to the Graces!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That do in public places<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drive thence whate'er encumbers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The list'ning to my numbers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Honour be to the Graces!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who do with sweet embraces,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show they are well contented<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With what I have invented.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Worship be to the Graces!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who do from sour faces,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lungs that would infect me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For evermore protect me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p778"></a>778. A HYMN TO THE MUSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Honour to you who sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near to the well of wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drink your fill of it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glory and worship be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To you, sweet maids, thrice three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who still inspire me,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And teach me how to sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the lyric string<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My measures ravishing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then while I sing your praise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My priesthood crown with bays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Green, to the end of days.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p779"></a>779. UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whenas in silks my Julia goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The liquefaction of her clothes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Next, when I cast mine eyes and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That brave vibration each way free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O how that glittering taketh me!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p780"></a>780. MODERATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In things a moderation keep:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Kings ought to shear, not skin their sheep</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p781"></a>781. TO ANTHEA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's call for Hymen, if agreed thou art;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Delays in love but crucify the heart</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's thorny tapers yet neglected lie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speak thou the word, they'll kindle by-and-bye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The nimble hours woo us on to wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Genius waits to have us both to bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold, for us the naked Graces stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With maunds of roses for to strew the way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides, the most religious prophet stands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ready to join, as well our hearts as hands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Juno yet smiles; but if she chance to chide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ill luck 'twill bode to th' bridegroom and the bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, Anthea, dost thou fondly dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The loss of that we call a maidenhead?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, I'll instruct thee. Know, the vestal fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is not by marriage quench'd, but flames the higher.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Maunds</i>, baskets.<br />
+
+<i>Fondly</i>, foolishly.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p782"></a>782. UPON PREW, HIS MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In this little urn is laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prudence Baldwin, once my maid:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From whose happy spark here let<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring the purple violet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p783"></a>783. THE INVITATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To sup with thee thou did'st me home invite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mad'st a promise that mine appetite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should meet and tire on such lautitious meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The like not Heliogabalus did eat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And richer wine would'st give to me, thy guest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than Roman Sylla pour'd out at his feast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I came, 'tis true, and looked for fowl of price,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bastard ph&#339;nix, bird of paradise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for no less than aromatic wine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of maiden's-blush, commix'd with jessamine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clean was the hearth, the mantel larded jet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which wanting Lar, and smoke, hung weeping wet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last, i' th' noon of winter, did appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A ragg'd-soust-neat's-foot with sick vinegar:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in a burnished flagonet stood by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beer small as comfort, dead as charity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which amaz'd, and pondering on the food,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How cold it was, and how it chill'd my blood;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I curs'd the master, and I damn'd the souce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And swore I'd got the ague of the house.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, when to eat thou dost me next desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll bring a fever, since thou keep'st no fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tire</i>, feed on.<br />
+
+<i>Lautitious</i>, sumptuous.<br />
+
+<i>Maiden's-blush</i>, the pink-rose.<br />
+
+<i>Larded jet</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, blacked.<br />
+
+<i>Soust</i>, pickled.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p784"></a>784. CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Come, bring with a noise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My merry, merry boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Christmas log to the firing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While my good dame, she<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bids ye all be free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drink to your hearts' desiring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">With the last year's brand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Light the new block, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For good success in his spending<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On your psaltries play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sweet luck may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come while the log is a-teending.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Drink now the strong beer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cut the white loaf here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while the meat is a-shredding<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the rare mince-pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the plums stand by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fill the paste that's a-kneading.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Psaltries</i>, a kind of guitar.<br />
+
+<i>Teending</i>, kindling.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p785"></a>785. CHRISTMAS-EVE, ANOTHER CEREMONY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come guard this night the Christmas-pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the thief, though ne'er so sly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his flesh-hooks, don't come nigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To catch it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From him, who all alone sits there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having his eyes still in his ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a deal of nightly fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To watch it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p786"></a>786. ANOTHER TO THE MAIDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wash your hands, or else the fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will not teend to your desire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unwash'd hands, ye maidens, know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead the fire, though ye blow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Teend</i>, kindle.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p787"></a>787. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wassail the trees, that they may bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You many a plum and many a pear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For more or less fruits they will bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As you do give them wassailing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p788"></a>788. POWER AND PEACE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis never, or but seldom known,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Power and peace to keep one throne.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p789"></a>789. TO HIS DEAR VALENTINE, MISTRESS<br />MARGARET FALCONBRIDGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gem in this eternal coronet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas rich before, but since your name is down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It sparkles now like Ariadne's crown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blaze by this sphere for ever: or this do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me and it shine evermore by you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p790"></a>790. TO OENONE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet Oenone, do but say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love thou dost, though love says nay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speak me fair; for lovers be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gently kill'd by flattery.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p791"></a>791. VERSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who will not honour noble numbers, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Verses out-live the bravest deeds of men?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p792"></a>792. HAPPINESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That happiness does still the longest thrive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where joys and griefs have turns alternative.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p793"></a>793. THINGS OF CHOICE LONG A-COMING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We pray 'gainst war, yet we enjoy no peace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Desire deferr'd is that it may increase</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p794"></a>794. POETRY PERPETUATES THE POET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here I myself might likewise die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And utterly forgotten lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that eternal poetry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Repullulation gives me here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the thirtieth thousand year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all now dead shall reappear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Repullulation</i>, rejuvenescence.<br />
+
+<i>Thirtieth thousand year</i>, an allusion to the doctrine of the Platonic
+year.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p797"></a>797. KISSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me the food that satisfies a guest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kisses are but dry banquets to a feast.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p798"></a>798. ORPHEUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Orpheus he went, as poets tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fetch Eurydice from hell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And had her; but it was upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This short but strict condition:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Backward he should not look while he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Led her through hell's obscurity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ah! it happened, as he made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His passage through that dreadful shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Revolve he did his loving eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For gentle fear or jealousy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And looking back, that look did sever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him and Eurydice for ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p803"></a>803. TO SAPPHO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sappho, I will choose to go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the northern winds do blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Endless ice and endless snow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather than I once would see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a winter's face in thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To benumb my hopes and me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p804"></a>804. TO HIS FAITHFUL FRIEND, M. JOHN CROFTS,<br />CUP-BEARER TO THE KING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For all thy many courtesies to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing I have, my Crofts, to send to thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the requital, save this only one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half of my just remuneration.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For since I've travell'd all this realm throughout<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To seek and find some few immortals out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To circumspangle this my spacious sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As lamps for everlasting shining here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And having fix'd thee in mine orb a star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amongst the rest, both bright and singular,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The present age will tell the world thou art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If not to th' whole, yet satisfi'd in part.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As for the rest, being too great a sum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here to be paid, I'll pay't i' th' world to come.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p805"></a>805. THE BRIDE-CAKE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This day, my Julia, thou must make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Knead but the dough, and it will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To paste of almonds turn'd by thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or kiss it thou but once or twice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p806"></a>806. TO BE MERRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Let's now take our time<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While w'are in our prime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And old, old age is afar off:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the evil, evil days<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will come on apace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before we can be aware of.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p807"></a>807. BURIAL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man may want land to live in; but for all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature finds out some place for burial.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p808"></a>808. LENITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis the Chirurgeon's praise, and height of art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not to cut off, but cure the vicious part.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p809"></a>809. PENITENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who after his transgression doth repent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is half, or altogether innocent.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p810"></a>810. GRIEF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Consider sorrows, how they are aright:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Grief, if't be great, 'tis short; if long, 'tis light</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p811"></a>811. THE MAIDEN-BLUSH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So look the mornings when the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paints them with fresh vermilion:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So cherries blush, and Kathern pears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And apricots in youthful years:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So corals look more lovely red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rubies lately polished:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So purest diaper doth shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stain'd by the beams of claret wine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Julia looks when she doth dress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her either cheek with bashfulness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Kathern pears</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, Catharine pears.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p812"></a>812. THE MEAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Imparity doth ever discord bring;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The mean the music makes in everything.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p813"></a>813. HASTE HURTFUL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Haste is unhappy; what we rashly do</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Is both unlucky, aye, and foolish, too.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Where war with rashness is attempted, there</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The soldiers leave the field with equal fear.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p814"></a>814. PURGATORY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Readers, we entreat ye pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the soul of Lucia;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That in little time she be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From her purgatory free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the interim she desires<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That your tears may cool her fires.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p815"></a>815. THE CLOUD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seest thou that cloud that rides in state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part ruby-like, part candidate?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is no other than the bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Venus sleeps half-smothered.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Candidate</i>, robed in white.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p817"></a>817. THE AMBER BEAD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I saw a fly within a bead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of amber cleanly buried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The urn was little, but the room<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More rich than Cleopatra's tomb.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p818"></a>818. TO MY DEAREST SISTER, M. MERCY HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whene'er I go, or whatsoe'er befalls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me in mine age, or foreign funerals,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This blessing I will leave thee, ere I go:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prosper thy basket and therein thy dough.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feed on the paste of filberts, or else knead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bake the flour of amber for thy bread.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Balm may thy trees drop, and thy springs run oil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And everlasting harvest crown thy soil!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These I but wish for; but thyself shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blessing fall in mellow times on thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p819"></a>819. THE TRANSFIGURATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Immortal clothing I put on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So soon as, Julia, I am gone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mine eternal mansion.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou, thou art here, to human sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloth'd all with incorrupted light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet how more admir'dly bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wilt thou appear, when thou art set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thy refulgent thronelet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That shin'st thus in thy counterfeit!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p820"></a>820. SUFFER THAT THOU CANST NOT SHIFT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Does fortune rend thee? Bear with thy hard fate:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Virtuous instructions ne'er are delicate</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, does she frown? still countermand her threats:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Virtue best loves those children that she beats</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p821"></a>821. TO THE PASSENGER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I lie unburied, sir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These my relics pray inter:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis religion's part to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stones or turfs to cover me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One word more I had to say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it skills not; go your way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that wants a burial room<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For a stone, has Heaven his tomb</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Religion's</i>, orig. ed. <i>religious</i>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p823"></a>823. TO THE KING, UPON HIS TAKING OF LEICESTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This day is yours, great Charles! and in this war<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your fate, and ours, alike victorious are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her white stole now Victory does rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ensphered with palm on your triumphant crest</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fortune is now your captive; other Kings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Hold but her hands; you hold both hands and wings</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p824"></a>824. TO JULIA, IN HER DAWN, OR DAYBREAK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the next kindling of the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My Julia, thou shalt see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere Ave-Mary thou canst say<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll come and visit thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet ere thou counsel'st with thy glass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Appear thou to mine eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As smooth, and nak'd, as she that was<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The prime of paradise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If blush thou must, then blush thou through<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A lawn, that thou mayst look<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As purest pearls, or pebbles do<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When peeping through a brook.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As lilies shrin'd in crystal, so<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do thou to me appear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or damask roses when they grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To sweet acquaintance there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p825"></a>825. COUNSEL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twas Cæsar's saying: <i>Kings no less conquerors are</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>By their wise counsel, than they be by war.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p826"></a>826. BAD PRINCES PILL THE PEOPLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like those infernal deities which eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The best of all the sacrificed meat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leave their servants but the smoke and sweat:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">So many kings, and primates too there are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who claim the fat and fleshy for their share<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leave their subjects but the starved ware.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p827"></a>827. MOST WORDS, LESS WORKS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In desp'rate cases all, or most, are known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Commanders, few for execution.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p828"></a>828. TO DIANEME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could but see thee yesterday<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stung by a fretful bee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I the javelin suck'd away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And heal'd the wound in thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A thousand thorns and briars and stings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have in my poor breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet ne'er can see that salve which brings<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My passions any rest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As love shall help me, I admire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How thou canst sit, and smile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see me bleed, and not desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To staunch the blood the while.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou, compos'd of gentle mould,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Art so unkind to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What dismal stories will be told<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of those that cruel be?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Admire</i>, wonder.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p830"></a>830. HIS LOSS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All has been plundered from me but my wit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fortune herself can lay no claim to it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p831"></a>831. DRAW AND DRINK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Milk still your fountains and your springs: for why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The more th'are drawn, the less they will grow dry.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p833"></a>833. TO OENONE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou say'st Love's dart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hath pricked thy heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou dost languish too:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If one poor prick<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can make thee sick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, what would many do?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p836"></a>836. TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shall I go to Love and tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art all turned icicle?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall I say her altars be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Disadorn'd and scorn'd by thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O beware! in time submit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love has yet no wrathful fit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If her patience turns to ire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love is then consuming fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p837"></a>837. TO MISTRESS AMY POTTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ay me! I love; give him your hand to kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who both your wooer and your poet is.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature has precompos'd us both to love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your part's to grant; my scene must be to move.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear, can you like, and liking love your poet?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you say "Aye," blush-guiltiness will show it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mine eyes must woo you, though I sigh the while:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>True love is tongueless as a crocodile</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you may find in love these different parts&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Wooers have tongues of ice, but burning hearts</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p838"></a>838. UPON A MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here she lies, in bed of spice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair as Eve in Paradise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For her beauty it was such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poets could not praise too much.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Virgins, come, and in a ring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her supremest requiem sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then depart, but see ye tread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lightly, lightly, o'er the dead.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Supremest</i>, last.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p839"></a>839. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love is a circle, and an endless sphere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From good to good, revolving here and there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p840"></a>840. BEAUTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Beauty's no other but a lovely grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of lively colours flowing from the face.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p841"></a>841. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some salve to every sore we may apply;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only for my wound there's no remedy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet if my Julia kiss me, there will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sovereign balm found out to cure me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p844"></a>844. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Make haste away, and let one be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A friendly patron unto thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Torn for the use of pastery:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or see thy injur'd leaves serve well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make loose gowns for mackerel:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or see the grocers in a trice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make hoods of thee to serve out spice.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p845"></a>845. READINESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The readiness of doing doth express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No other but the doer's willingness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p846"></a>846. WRITING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When words we want, Love teacheth to indite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p847"></a>847. SOCIETY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two things do make society to stand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first commerce is, and the next command.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p848"></a>848. UPON A MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gone she is a long, long way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But she has decreed a day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back to come, and make no stay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So we keep, till her return,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, her ashes, or her urn.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p849"></a>849. SATISFACTION FOR SUFFERINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For all our works a recompense is sure:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t' endure</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p850"></a>850. THE DELAYING BRIDE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why so slowly do you move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the centre of your love?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On your niceness though we wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the hours say 'tis late:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Coyness takes us, to a measure;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>But o'eracted deads the pleasure.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go to bed, and care not when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cheerful day shall spring again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One brave captain did command,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By his word, the sun to stand:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">One short charm, if you but say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will enforce the moon to stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till you warn her hence, away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T' have your blushes seen by day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Niceness</i>, delicacy.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p851"></a>851. TO M. HENRY LAWES, THE EXCELLENT<br />COMPOSER OF HIS LYRICS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From thee some raptures of the rare Gotiere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then if thy voice commingle with the string,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hear in thee rare Laniere to sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or curious Wilson: tell me, canst thou be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less than Apollo, that usurp'st such three?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three, unto whom the whole world give applause;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet their three praises praise but one; that's Lawes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Gotiere</i>, Wilson, see above, <a href="#1.p111">111</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Laniere</i>, Nicholas Laniere (1590?-1670?), musician and painter,
+appointed Master of the King's Music in 1626.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p852"></a>852. AGE UNFIT FOR LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Maidens tell me I am old;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me in my glass behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether smooth or not I be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or if hair remains to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, or be't or be't not so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This for certainty I know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ill it fits old men to play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When that Death bids come away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p853"></a>853. THE BEDMAN, OR GRAVEMAKER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou hast made many houses for the dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When my lot calls me to be buried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love or pity, prithee let there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I' th' churchyard made one tenement for me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p854"></a>854. TO ANTHEA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Anthea, I am going hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With some small stock of innocence:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet those blessed gates I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Withstanding entrance unto me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To pray for me do thou begin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The porter then will let me in.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p855"></a>855. NEED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who begs to die for fear of human need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wisheth his body, not his soul, good speed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p856"></a>856. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am zealless; prithee pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my welfare, Julia,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I think the gods require<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Male perfumes, but female fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Male perfumes</i>, perfumes of the best kind.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p857"></a>857. ON JULIA'S LIPS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet are my Julia's lips and clean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if o'erwashed in Hippocrene.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p858"></a>858. TWILIGHT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Twilight no other thing is, poets say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than the last part of night and first of day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p859"></a>859. TO HIS FRIEND, MR. J. JINCKS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love, love me now, because I place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee here among my righteous race:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bastard slips may droop and die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wanting both root and earth; but thy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Immortal self shall boldly trust<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To live for ever with my Just.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>With my Just</i>, cp. <a href="#2.p664">664</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p860"></a>860. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If that my fate has now fulfill'd my year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so soon stopt my longer living here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What was't, ye gods, a dying man to save,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But while he met with his paternal grave!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though while we living 'bout the world do roam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We love to rest in peaceful urns at home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where we may snug, and close together lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the dead bones of our dear ancestry.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p861"></a>861. KINGS AND TYRANTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p862"></a>862. CROSSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our crosses are no other than the rods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And our diseases, vultures of the gods:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each grief we feel, that likewise is a kite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sent forth by them, our flesh to eat, or bite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p863"></a>863. UPON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love brought me to a silent grove<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And show'd me there a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where some had hang'd themselves for love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And gave a twist to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The halter was of silk and gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That he reach'd forth unto me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No otherwise than if he would<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By dainty things undo me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He bade me then that necklace use;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And told me, too, he maketh<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A glorious end by such a noose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His death for love that taketh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twas but a dream; but had I been<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There really alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My desp'rate fears in love had seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mine execution.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p864"></a>864. NO DIFFERENCE I' TH' DARK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Night makes no difference 'twixt the priest and clerk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joan as my lady is as good i' th' dark.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p865"></a>865. THE BODY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The body is the soul's poor house or home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose ribs the laths are, and whose flesh the loam.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p866"></a>866. TO SAPPHO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou say'st thou lov'st me, Sappho; I say no;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But would to Love I could believe 'twas so!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pardon my fears, sweet Sappho; I desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thou be righteous found, and I the liar.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p867"></a>867. OUT OF TIME, OUT OF TUNE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We blame, nay, we despise her pains<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That wets her garden when it rains:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when the drought has dried the knot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then let her use the wat'ring-pot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We pray for showers, at our need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To drench, but not to drown our seed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Knot</i>, quaintly shaped flower-bed.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p868"></a>868. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take mine advice, and go not near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those faces, sour as vinegar.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For these, and nobler numbers can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er please the supercilious man.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p869"></a>869. TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, SIR THOMAS HEALE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stand by the magic of my powerful rhymes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Gainst all the indignation of the times.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Age shall not wrong thee; or one jot abate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thy both great and everlasting fate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While others perish, here's thy life decreed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because begot of my immortal seed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p870"></a>870. THE SACRIFICE, BY WAY OF DISCOURSE BETWIXT<br />HIMSELF AND JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Herr.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come and let's in solemn wise<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Both address to sacrifice:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Old religion first commands<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That we wash our hearts, and hands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Is the beast exempt from stain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Altar clean, no fire profane?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Are the garlands, is the nard<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Ready here?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Jul.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All well prepar'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">With the wine that must be shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">'Twixt the horns, upon the head<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Of the holy beast we bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">For our trespass-offering.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Herr.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All is well; now next to these<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Put we on pure surplices;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And with chaplets crown'd, we'll roast<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">With perfumes the holocaust:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And, while we the gods invoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Read acceptance by the smoke.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p871"></a>871. TO APOLLO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou mighty lord and master of the lyre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unshorn Apollo, come and re-inspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My fingers so, the lyric-strings to move,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I may play and sing a hymn to Love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p872"></a>872. ON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love is a kind of war: hence those who fear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No cowards must his royal ensigns bear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p873"></a>873. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where love begins, there dead thy first desire:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A spark neglected makes a mighty fire</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p874"></a>874. A HYMN TO CUPID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou, thou that bear'st the sway,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With whom the sea-nymphs play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Venus, every way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I embrace thy knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make short pray'rs to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In love then prosper me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This day I go to woo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instruct me how to do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This work thou put'st me to.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From shame my face keep free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From scorn I beg of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love, to deliver me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So shall I sing thy praise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to thee altars raise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the end of days.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p875"></a>875. TO ELECTRA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let not thy tombstone e'er be laid by me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor let my hearse be wept upon by thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But let that instant when thou diest be known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The minute of mine expiration.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One knell be rung for both; and let one grave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hold us two an endless honour have.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p876"></a>876. HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My soul would one day go and seek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For roses, and in Julia's cheek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A richesse of those sweets she found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in another Rosamond.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But gathering roses as she was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not knowing what would come to pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It chanc'd a ringlet of her hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caught my poor soul, as in a snare:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which ever since has been in thrall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet freedom she enjoys withal.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Richesse</i>, wealth.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p877"></a>877. FACTIONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The factions of the great ones call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To side with them, the commons all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p881"></a>881. UPON JULIA'S HAIR BUNDLED UP IN A<br />GOLDEN NET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell me, what needs those rich deceits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These golden toils, and trammel nets,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To take thine hairs when they are known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Already tame, and all thine own?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis I am wild, and more than hairs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deserve these meshes and those snares.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set free thy tresses, let them flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As airs do breathe or winds do blow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let such curious net-works be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less set for them than spread for me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p883"></a>883. THE SHOWER OF BLOSSOMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love in a shower of blossoms came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down, and half drown'd me with the same:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blooms that fell were white and red;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with such sweets commingl&egrave;d,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As whether&mdash;this I cannot tell&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My sight was pleas'd more, or my smell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But true it was, as I roll'd there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without a thought of hurt or fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love turn'd himself into a bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with his javelin wounded me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From which mishap this use I make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Where most sweets are, there lies a snake:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Kisses and favours are sweet things;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>But those have thorns and these have stings.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p885"></a>885. A DEFENCE FOR WOMEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Naught are all women: I say no,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since for one bad, one good I know:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Clytemnestra most unkind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loving Alcestis there we find:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For one Medea that was bad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A good Penelope was had:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For wanton Lais, then we have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chaste Lucrece, a wife as grave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus through womankind we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A good and bad. Sirs, credit me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p887"></a>887. SLAVERY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis liberty to serve one lord; but he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who many serves, serves base servility.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p888"></a>888. CHARMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring the holy crust of bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay it underneath the head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis a certain charm to keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hags away, while children sleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p889"></a>889. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let the superstitious wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near the child's heart lay a knife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Point be up, and haft be down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(While she gossips in the town);<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, 'mongst other mystic charms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keeps the sleeping child from harms.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p890"></a>890. ANOTHER TO BRING IN THE WITCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To house the hag, you must do this:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Commix with meal a little piss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of him bewitch'd; then forthwith make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little wafer or a cake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this rawly bak'd will bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The old hag in. No surer thing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p891"></a>891. ANOTHER CHARM FOR STABLES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hang up hooks and shears to scare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hence the hag that rides the mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they be all over wet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the mire and the sweat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This observ'd, the manes shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of your horses all knot-free.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p892"></a>892. CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMAS EVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Down with the rosemary and bays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Down with the mistletoe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Instead of holly, now up-raise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The greener box, for show.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The holly hitherto did sway;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let box now domineer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until the dancing Easter day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or Easter's eve appear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Then youthful box which now hath grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Your houses to renew;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Grown old, surrender must his place<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Unto the crisped yew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">When yew is out, then birch comes in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And many flowers beside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both of a fresh and fragrant kin<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To honour Whitsuntide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Green rushes, then, and sweetest bents,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With cooler oaken boughs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come in for comely ornaments<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To re-adorn the house.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus times do shift; each thing his turn does hold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>New things succeed, as former things grow old</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Bents</i>, grasses.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p893"></a>893. THE CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMAS DAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Kindle the Christmas brand, and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till sunset let it burn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which quench'd, then lay it up again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till Christmas next return.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part must be kept wherewith to teend<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Christmas log next year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where 'tis safely kept, the fiend<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can do no mischief there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p894"></a>894. UPON CANDLEMAS DAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">End now the white loaf and the pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let all sports with Christmas die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Teend</i>, kindle.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p897"></a>897. TO BIANCA, TO BLESS HIM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Would I woo, and would I win?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would I well my work begin?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would I evermore be crowned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the end that I propound?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would I frustrate or prevent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All aspects malevolent?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thwart all wizards, and with these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead all black contingencies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Place my words and all works else<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In most happy parallels?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All will prosper, if so be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I be kiss'd or bless'd by thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p898"></a>898. JULIA'S CHURCHING, OR PURIFICATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Put on thy holy filletings, and so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To th' temple with the sober midwife go.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Attended thus, in a most solemn wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By those who serve the child-bed mysteries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Burn first thine incense; next, whenas thou see'st<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The candid stole thrown o'er the pious priest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With reverend curtsies come, and to him bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy free (and not decurted) offering.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All rites well ended, with fair auspice come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(As to the breaking of a bride-cake) home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where ceremonious Hymen shall for thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Provide a second epithalamy.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>She who keeps chastely to her husband's side</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Is not for one, but every night his bride;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And stealing still with love and fear to bed,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Brings him not one, but many a maidenhead.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Candid</i>, white.<br />
+
+<i>Decurted</i>, curtailed.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p899"></a>899. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Before the press scarce one could see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little-peeping-part of thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But since thou'rt printed, thou dost call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To show thy nakedness to all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My care for thee is now the less,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having resign'd thy shamefac'dness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go with thy faults and fates; yet stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And take this sentence, then away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom one belov'd will not suffice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She'll run to all adulteries.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p900"></a>900. TEARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tears most prevail; with tears, too, thou may'st move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rocks to relent, and coyest maids to love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p901"></a>901. TO HIS FRIEND TO AVOID CONTENTION OF WORDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Words beget anger; anger brings forth blows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blows make of dearest friends immortal foes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which prevention, sociate, let there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betwixt us two no more logomachy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far better 'twere for either to be mute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than for to murder friendship by dispute.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Logomachy</i>, contention of words.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p902"></a>902. TRUTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Truth is best found out by the time and eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Falsehood wins credit by uncertainties</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p904"></a>904. THE EYES BEFORE THE EARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We credit most our sight; one eye doth please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our trust far more than ten ear-witnesses.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p905"></a>905. WANT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, that, and every base impression.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p906"></a>906. TO A FRIEND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look in my book, and herein see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life endless signed to thee and me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We o'er the tombs and fates shall fly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While other generations die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p907"></a>907. UPON M. WILLIAM LAWES, THE RARE MUSICIAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Should I not put on blacks, when each one here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comes with his cypress and devotes a tear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should I not grieve, my Lawes, when every lute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Viol, and voice is by thy loss struck mute?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy loss, brave man! whose numbers have been hurl'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no less prais'd than spread throughout the world.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Some have thee call'd Amphion; some of us<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nam'd thee Terpander, or sweet Orpheus:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some this, some that, but all in this agree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Music had both her birth and death with thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Blacks</i>, mourning garments.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p908"></a>908. A SONG UPON SILVIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From me my Silvia ran away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And running therewithal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A primrose bank did cross her way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And gave my love a fall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But trust me now, I dare not say<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What I by chance did see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But such the drap'ry did betray<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That fully ravished me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p909"></a>909. THE HONEYCOMB.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou hast found an honeycomb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eat thou not all, but taste on some:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if thou eat'st it to excess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sweetness turns to loathsomeness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Taste it to temper, then 'twill be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marrow and manna unto thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p910"></a>910. UPON BEN JONSON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here lies Jonson with the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the poets: but the best.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reader, would'st thou more have known?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ask his story, not this stone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That will speak what this can't tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of his glory. So farewell.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p911"></a>911. AN ODE FOR HIM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">Ah Ben!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Say how, or when<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shall we thy guests<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Meet at those lyric feasts<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Made at the Sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The Dog, the Triple Tun?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Where we such clusters had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">As made us nobly wild, not mad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And yet each verse of thine<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i7">My Ben!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or come again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or send to us<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thy wit's great overplus;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">But teach us yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Wisely to husband it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Lest we that talent spend:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And having once brought to an end<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That precious stock; the store<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of such a wit the world should have no more.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>The Sun</i>, <i>etc.</i>, famous taverns.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p912"></a>912. UPON A VIRGIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spend, harmless shade, thy nightly hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Selecting here both herbs and flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which make garlands here and there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dress thy silent sepulchre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor do thou fear the want of these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>In everlasting properties</i>,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Since we fresh strewings will bring hither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far faster than the first can wither.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p913"></a>913. BLAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In battles what disasters fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The king he bears the blame of all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p914"></a>914. A REQUEST TO THE GRACES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ponder my words, if so that any be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Known guilty here of incivility:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let what is graceless, discompos'd, and rude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sweetness, smoothness, softness, be endu'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Teach it to blush, to curtsy, lisp, and show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Demure, but yet full of temptation, too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Numbers ne'er tickle, or but lightly please,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Unless they have some wanton carriages.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This if ye do, each piece will here be good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And graceful made by your neat sisterhood.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p915"></a>915. UPON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I lately fri'd, but now behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I freeze as fast, and shake for cold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in good faith I'd thought it strange<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T' have found in me this sudden change;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that I understood by dreams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These only were but Love's extremes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who fires with hope the lover's heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And starves with cold the self-same part.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p916"></a>916. MULTITUDE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We trust not to the multitude in war,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to the stout, and those that skilful are.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p917"></a>917. FEAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man must do well out of a good intent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not for the servile fear of punishment.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p918"></a>918. TO M. KELLAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What! can my Kellam drink his sack<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In goblets to the brim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see his Robin Herrick lack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet send no bowls to him?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For love or pity to his muse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That she may flow in verse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Contemn to recommend a cruse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But send to her a tierce.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p919"></a>919. HAPPINESS TO HOSPITALITY; OR, A HEARTY<br />WISH TO GOOD HOUSEKEEPING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First, may the hand of bounty bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the daily offering<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of full provision such a store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till that the cook cries: Bring no more.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon your hogsheads never fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A drought of wine, ale, beer, at all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, like full clouds, may they from thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Diffuse their mighty influence.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, let the lord and lady here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enjoy a Christ'ning year by year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this good blessing back them still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T' have boys, and girls too, as they will.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then from the porch may many a bride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the holy temple ride:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thence return, short prayers said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wife most richly married.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Last, may the bride and bridegroom be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Untouch'd by cold sterility;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in their springing blood so play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that in lusters few they may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By laughing too, and lying down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">People a city or a town.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Wish</i>, om. orig. ed.<br />
+
+<i>Lusters</i>, quinquenniums.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p920"></a>920. CUNCTATION IN CORRECTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lictors bundled up their rods; beside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knit them with knots with much ado unti'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That if, unknitting, men would yet repent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They might escape the lash of punishment.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p921"></a>921. PRESENT GOVERNMENT GRIEVOUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Men are suspicious, prone to discontent:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Subjects still loathe the present government.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p922"></a>922. REST REFRESHES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lay by the good a while; a resting field<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will, after ease, a richer harvest yield;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trees this year bear: next, they their wealth withhold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Continual reaping makes a land wax old</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p923"></a>923. REVENGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Man's disposition is for to requite</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>An injury, before a benefit:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Thanksgiving is a burden and a pain;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Revenge is pleasing to us, as our gain.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p924"></a>924. THE FIRST MARS OR MAKES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In all our high designments 'twill appear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The first event breeds confidence or fear</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p925"></a>925. BEGINNING DIFFICULT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Hard are the two first stairs unto a crown:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Which got, the third bids him a king come down.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p926"></a>926. FAITH FOUR-SQUARE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Faith is a thing that's four-square; let it fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This way or that, it not declines at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p927"></a>927. THE PRESENT TIME BEST PLEASETH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Praise they that will times past; I joy to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Myself now live: <i>this age best pleaseth me</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p928"></a>928. CLOTHES ARE CONSPIRATORS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though from without no foes at all we fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shall be wounded by the clothes we wear.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p929"></a>929. CRUELTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis but a dog-like madness in bad kings,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For to delight in wounds and murderings:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>As some plants prosper best by cuts and blows,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>So kings by killing do increase their foes.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p930"></a>930. FAIR AFTER FOUL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Tears quickly dry, griefs will in time decay:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A clear will come after a cloudy day.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p931"></a>931. HUNGER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ask me what hunger is, and I'll reply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis but a fierce desire of hot and dry.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p932"></a>932. BAD WAGES FOR GOOD SERVICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In this misfortune kings do most excel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear the worst from men when they do well.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p933"></a>933. THE END.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Conquer we shall, but we must first contend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p934"></a>934. THE BONDMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bind me but to thee with thine hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And quickly I shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made by that fetter or that snare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A bondman unto thee.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Or if thou tak'st that bond away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then bore me through the ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And by the law I ought to stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For ever with thee here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p935"></a>935. CHOOSE FOR THE BEST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give house-room to the best; <i>'tis never known</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Virtue and pleasure both to dwell in one</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p936"></a>936. TO SILVIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pardon my trespass, Silvia; I confess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My kiss out-went the bounds of shamefastness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None is discreet at all times; no, <i>not Jove</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Himself, at one time, can be wise and love</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p937"></a>937. FAIR SHOWS DECEIVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Smooth was the sea, and seem'd to call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two pretty girls to play withal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who paddling there, the sea soon frown'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on a sudden both were drown'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What credit can we give to seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who, kissing, kill such saints as these?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p938"></a>938. HIS WISH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fat be my hind; unlearned be my wife;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peaceful my night; my day devoid of strife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To these a comely offspring I desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing about my everlasting fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Hind</i>, country servant.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p939"></a>939. UPON JULIA WASHING HERSELF IN THE RIVER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How fierce was I, when I did see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Julia wash herself in thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So lilies thorough crystal look:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So purest pebbles in the brook:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in the river Julia did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half with a lawn of water hid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into thy streams myself I threw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And struggling there, I kiss'd thee too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And more had done, it is confess'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had not thy waves forbade the rest.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p940"></a>940. A MEAN IN OUR MEANS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though frankincense the deities require,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>We must not give all to the hallowed fire</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As for ourselves to leave some frankincense.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p941"></a>941. UPON CLUNN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A roll of parchment Clunn about him bears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Charg'd with the arms of all his ancestors:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And seems half ravish'd, when he looks upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That bar, this bend; that fess, this cheveron;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This manch, that moon; this martlet, and that mound;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This counterchange of pearl and diamond.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What joy can Clunn have in that coat, or this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas his own still out at elbows is?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p942"></a>942. UPON CUPID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love, like a beggar, came to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hose and doublet torn:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His shirt bedangling from his knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hat and shoes outworn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He ask'd an alms; I gave him bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And meat too, for his need:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which, when he had fully fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He wished me all good speed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away he went, but as he turn'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(In faith I know not how)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He touch'd me so, as that I burn['d],<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And am tormented now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love's silent flames and fires obscure<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then crept into my heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though I saw no bow, I'm sure<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His finger was the dart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p946"></a>946. AN HYMN TO LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">I will confess<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With cheerfulness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love is a thing so likes me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That let her lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On me all day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll kiss the hand that strikes me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">I will not, I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Now blubb'ring, cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It, ah! too late repents me,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">That I did fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To love at all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since love so much contents me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">No, no, I'll be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In fetters free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While others they sit wringing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Their hands for pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I'll entertain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wounds of love with singing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">With flowers and wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And cakes divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To strike me I will tempt thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which done; no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I'll come before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee and thine altars empty.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p947"></a>947. TO HIS HONOURED AND MOST INGENIOUS<br />FRIEND, MR. CHARLES COTTON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For brave comportment, wit without offence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Words fully flowing, yet of influence:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art that man of men, the man alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worthy the public admiration:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who with thine own eyes read'st what we do write,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And giv'st our numbers euphony and weight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell'st when a verse springs high, how understood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be, or not, born of the royal blood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What state above, what symmetry below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lines have, or should have, thou the best can'st show.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For which, my Charles, it is my pride to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not so much known, as to be lov'd of thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long may I live so, and my wreath of bays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be less another's laurel than thy praise.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p948"></a>948. WOMEN USELESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What need we marry women, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without their use we may have men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And such as will in short time be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For murder fit, or mutiny?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Cadmus once a new way found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By throwing teeth into the ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From which poor seed, and rudely sown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprung up a war-like nation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So let us iron, silver, gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brass, lead, or tin throw into th' mould;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we shall see in little space<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rise up of men a fighting race.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If this can be, say then, what need<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have we of women or their seed?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p949"></a>949. LOVE IS A SYRUP.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love is a syrup; and whoe'er we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sick and surcharg'd with this satiety,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall by this pleasing trespass quickly prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>There's loathsomeness e'en in the sweets of love</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p950"></a>950. LEAVEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love is a leaven; and a loving kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The leaven of a loving sweetheart is.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p951"></a>951. REPLETION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Physicians say repletion springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More from the sweet than sour things.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p952"></a>952. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And weep for me, lost in an endless night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who writ for many. Benedicite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p953"></a>953. NO MAN WITHOUT MONEY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No man such rare parts hath that he can swim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If favour or occasion help not him.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p954"></a>954. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lost to the world; lost to myself; alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here now I rest under this marble stone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In depth of silence, heard and seen of none.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p955"></a>955. TO M. LEONARD WILLAN, HIS PECULIAR<br />FRIEND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I will be short, and having quickly hurl'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This line about, live thou throughout the world;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who art a man for all scenes; unto whom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What's hard to others, nothing's troublesome.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can'st write the comic, tragic strain, and fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From these to pen the pleasing pastoral:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Who fli'st at all heights: prose and verse run'st through;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Find'st here a fault, and mend'st the trespass too:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which I might extol thee, but speak less,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because thyself art coming to the press:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then should I in praising thee be slow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Posterity will pay thee what I owe.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p956"></a>956. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, M. JOHN HALL,<br />STUDENT OF GRAY'S INN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell me, young man, or did the Muses bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee less to taste than to drink up their spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That none hereafter should be thought, or be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A poet, or a poet-like but thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What was thy birth, thy star that makes thee known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At twice ten years, a prime and public one?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell us thy nation, kindred, or the whence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou had'st and hast thy mighty influence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That makes thee lov'd, and of the men desir'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no less prais'd than of the maids admired.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put on thy laurel then; and in that trim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be thou Apollo or the type of him:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or let the unshorn god lend thee his lyre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And next to him be master of the choir.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p957"></a>957. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Offer thy gift; but first the law commands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee, Julia, first, to sanctify thy hands:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do that, my Julia, which the rites require,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then boldly give thine incense to the fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p958"></a>958. TO THE MOST COMELY AND PROPER<br />M. ELIZABETH FINCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Handsome you are, and proper you will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Despite of all your infortunity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live long and lovely, but yet grow no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that your own prefixed comeliness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spend on that stock: and when your life must fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leave others beauty to set up withal.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Proper</i>, well-made.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p960"></a>960. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If hap it must, that I must see thee lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Absyrtus-like, all torn confusedly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With solemn tears, and with much grief of heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll recollect thee, weeping, part by part;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And having wash'd thee, close thee in a chest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With spice; that done, I'll leave thee to thy rest.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Absyrtus-like</i>, the brother of Medea, cut in pieces by her that his
+father might be delayed by gathering his limbs.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p961"></a>961. TO THE KING, UPON HIS WELCOME TO HAMPTON<br />COURT. SET AND SUNG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome, great Cæsar, welcome now you are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As dearest peace after destructive war:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome as slumbers, or as beds of ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After our long and peevish sicknesses.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O pomp of glory! Welcome now, and come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To repossess once more your long'd-for home.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A thousand altars smoke: a thousand thighs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of beeves here ready stand for sacrifice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enter and prosper; while our eyes do wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For an ascendent throughly auspicate:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under which sign we may the former stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay of our safety's new foundation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, O Cæsar! live and be to us<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our fate, our fortune, and our genius;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To whose free knees we may our temples tie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to a still protecting deity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That should you stir, we and our altars too<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May, great Augustus, go along with you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i> Long live the King! and to accomplish this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&nbsp;&nbsp;We'll from our own add far more years to his.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Ascendent</i>, the most influential position of a planet in astrology.<br />
+
+<i>Auspicate</i>, propitious.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p962"></a>962. ULTIMUS HEROUM: OR, TO THE MOST LEARNED,<br />AND TO THE RIGHT
+HONOURABLE, HENRY,<br />MARQUIS OF DORCHESTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And as time past when Cato the severe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enter'd the circumspacious theatre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In reverence of his person everyone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stood as he had been turn'd from flesh to stone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en so my numbers will astonished be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If but looked on; struck dead, if scann'd by thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p963"></a>963. TO HIS MUSE; ANOTHER TO THE SAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell that brave man, fain thou would'st have access<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To kiss his hands, but that for fearfulness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else because th'art like a modest bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ready to blush to death, should he but chide.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p966"></a>966. TO HIS LEARNED FRIEND, M. JO. HARMAR,<br />PHYSICIAN TO THE COLLEGE OF<br />WESTMINSTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When first I find those numbers thou dost write,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be most soft, terse, sweet, and perpolite:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, when I see thee tow'ring in the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In an expansion no less large than high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, in that compass, sailing here and there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with circumgyration everywhere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Following with love and active heat thy game,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then at last to truss the epigram;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must confess, distinction none I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between Domitian's Martial then, and thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But this I know, should Jupiter again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Descend from heaven to reconverse with men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Roman language full, and superfine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If Jove would speak, he would accept of thine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Perpolite</i>, well polished.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p967"></a>967. UPON HIS SPANIEL TRACY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For shape and service, spaniel like to thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This shall my love do, give thy sad death one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tear, that deserves of me a million.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p968"></a>968. THE DELUGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Drowning, drowning, I espy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Coming from my Julia's eye:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis some solace in our smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have friends to bear a part:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have none; but must be sure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Th' inundation to endure.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall not times hereafter tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This for no mean miracle?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the waters by their fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Threaten'd ruin unto all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet the deluge here was known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a world to drown but one.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p971"></a>971. STRENGTH TO SUPPORT SOVEREIGNTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let kings and rulers learn this line from me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Where power is weak, unsafe is majesty</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p973"></a>973. CRUTCHES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three zodiacs filled more, I shall stoop;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let crutches then provided be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To shore up my debility.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, while thou laugh'st, I'll sighing cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"A ruin, underpropp'd, am I".<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don will I then my beadsman's gown,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And when so feeble I am grown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my weak shoulders cannot bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The burden of a grasshopper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet with the bench of aged sires,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I and they keep termly fires,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my weak voice I'll sing, or say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some odes I made of Lucia:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then will I heave my wither'd hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Jove the mighty, for to stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy faithful friend, and to pour down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon thee many a benison.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Zodiacs</i>, used as symbols of the astronomical year.<br />
+
+<i>Beadsman's</i>, almshouseman's.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p974"></a>974. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Holy waters hither bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the sacred sprinkling:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baptise me and thee, and so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us to the altar go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, ere we our rites commence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wash our hands in innocence.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I'll be the Rex Sacrorum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou the Queen of Peace and Quorum.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Quorum</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, quorum of justices of the peace, sportively added for
+the rhyme's sake.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p975"></a>975. UPON CASE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Case is a lawyer, that ne'er pleads alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when he hears the like confusion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when the disagreeing Commons throw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About their House, their clamorous Aye or No:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Case, as loud as any serjeant there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cries out: My lord, my lord, the case is clear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when all's hush'd, Case, than a fish more mute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bestirs his hand, but starves in hand the suit.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p976"></a>976. TO PERENNA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I a dirge will pen to thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou a trentall make for me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the monks and friars together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here may sing the rest of either:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, I'm sure, the nuns will have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Candlemas to grace the grave.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Trentall</i>, services for the dead.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p977"></a>977. TO HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, M. SUSANNA HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The person crowns the place; your lot doth fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Last, yet to be with these a principal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Howe'er it fortuned; know for truth, I meant<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You a fore-leader in this testament.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p978"></a>978. UPON THE LADY CREW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This stone can tell the story of my life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What was my birth, to whom I was a wife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In teeming years, how soon my sun was set.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where now I rest, these may be known by jet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For other things, my many children be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The best and truest chronicles of me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p979"></a>979. ON TOMASIN PARSONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grow up in beauty, as thou dost begin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be of all admired, Tomasin.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p980"></a>980. CEREMONY UPON CANDLEMAS EVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down with the rosemary, and so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down with the bays and mistletoe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down with the holly, ivy, all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherewith ye dressed the Christmas Hall:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That so the superstitious find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No one least branch there left behind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For look, how many leaves there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neglected, there (maids, trust to me)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So many goblins you shall see.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p981"></a>981. SUSPICION MAKES SECURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He that will live of all cares dispossess'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must shun the bad, aye, and suspect the best.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p983"></a>983. TO HIS KINSMAN, M. THO. HERRICK, WHO<br />DESIRED TO BE IN HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome to this my college, and though late<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou'st got a place here (standing candidate)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It matters not, since thou art chosen one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here of my great and good foundation.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p984"></a>984. A BUCOLIC BETWIXT TWO: LACON AND THYRSIS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lacon.</i> For a kiss or two, confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">What doth cause this pensiveness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Thou most lovely neat-herdess?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Why so lonely on the hill?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Why thy pipe by thee so still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That erewhile was heard so shrill?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Tell me, do thy kine now fail<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To full fill the milking-pail?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Say, what is't that thou dost ail?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Thyr.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;None of these; but out, alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">A mischance is come to pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And I'll tell thee what it was:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">See, mine eyes are weeping-ripe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lacon.</i> Tell, and I'll lay down my pipe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Thyr.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I have lost my lovely steer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That to me was far more dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Than these kine which I milk here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Broad of forehead, large of eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Party-colour'd like a pie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Smooth in each limb as a die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Clear of hoof, and clear of horn:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Sharply pointed as a thorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">With a neck by yoke unworn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">From the which hung down by strings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Balls of cowslips, daisy rings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Interplac'd with ribbonings:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>
+<span class="i3">Faultless every way for shape;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Not a straw could him escape;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Ever gamesome as an ape,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">But yet harmless as a sheep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Pardon, Lacon, if I weep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3"><i>Tears will spring where woes are deep</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Now, ay me! ay me! Last night<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Came a mad dog and did bite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Aye, and kill'd my dear delight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lacon.</i> Alack, for grief!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Thyr.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But I'll be brief.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Hence I must, for time doth call<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Me, and my sad playmates all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To his ev'ning funeral.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Live long, Lacon, so adieu!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lacon.</i> Mournful maid, farewell to you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3"><i>Earth afford ye flowers to strew</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pie</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, a magpie.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p985"></a>985. UPON SAPPHO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look upon Sappho's lip, and you will swear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is a love-like leaven rising there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p988"></a>988. A BACCHANALIAN VERSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem10"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Drink up<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But not spill wine;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">For if you<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis an ill sign;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">That we<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Foresee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You are cloy'd here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If so, no<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ho,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But avoid here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p989"></a>989. CARE A GOOD KEEPER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Care keeps the conquest; 'tis no less renown</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To keep a city than to win a town.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p990"></a>990. RULES FOR OUR REACH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Men must have bounds how far to walk; for we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are made far worse by lawless liberty.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p991"></a>991. TO BIANCA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, Bianca! now I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is noon and past with me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a while it will strike one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, Bianca, I am gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some effusions let me have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Offer'd on my holy grave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, Bianca, let me rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my face towards the East.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p992"></a>992. TO THE HANDSOME MISTRESS GRACE POTTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As is your name, so is your comely face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touch'd everywhere with such diffused grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that in all that admirable round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is not one least solecism found;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as that part, so every portion else<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keeps line for line with beauty's parallels.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p993"></a>993. ANACREONTIC.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem10"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I must<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not trust<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here to any;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bereav'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deceiv'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By so many:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As one<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Undone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By my losses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Comply<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my crosses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet still<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not be grieving,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comes relieving.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But this<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In our mourning;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Times bad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are a-turning:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whom we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See dejected,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Next day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See erected.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p994"></a>994. MORE MODEST, MORE MANLY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That are most modest ere they come to war.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p995"></a>995. NOT TO COVET MUCH WHERE LITTLE IS<br />THE CHARGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why should we covet much, whenas we know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">W'ave more to bear our charge than way to go?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p996"></a>996. ANACREONTIC VERSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brisk methinks I am, and fine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I drink my cap'ring wine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to love I do incline,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I drink my wanton wine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I wish all maidens mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I drink my sprightly wine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well I sup and well I dine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I drink my frolic wine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I languish, lower, and pine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I want my fragrant wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p998"></a>998. PATIENCE IN PRINCES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Kings must not use the axe for each offence:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Princes cure some faults by their patience.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p999"></a>999. FEAR GETS FORCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The coward then takes arms and does the deed.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1000"></a>1000. PARCEL-GILT POETRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's strive to be the best; the gods, we know it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pillars and men, hate an indifferent poet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1001"></a>1001. UPON LOVE, BY WAY OF QUESTION AND<br />ANSWER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Ans.</i> Like and dislike ye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Ans.</i> Stroke ye to strike ye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Ans.</i> Love will befool ye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ans. Heat ye to cool ye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Ans.</i> Love gifts will send ye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Ans.</i> Stock ye to spend ye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Ans.</i> Love will fulfil ye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bring ye love: <i>Quest.</i> What will love do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Ans.</i> Kiss ye to kill ye.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1002"></a>1002. TO THE LORD HOPTON, ON HIS FIGHT IN<br />CORNWALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go on, brave Hopton, to effectuate that<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which we, and times to come, shall wonder at.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lift up thy sword; next, suffer it to fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And by that one blow set an end to all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1003"></a>1003. HIS GRANGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How well contented in this private grange<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spend I my life, that's subject unto change:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under whose roof with moss-work wrought, there I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss my brown wife and black posterity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Grange</i>, a farmstead.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1004"></a>1004. LEPROSY IN HOUSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When to a house I come, and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Genius wasteful, more than free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The servants thumbless, yet to eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With lawless tooth the flour of wheat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sons to suck the milk of kine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than the teats of discipline:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The daughters wild and loose in dress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their cheeks unstained with shamefac'dness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The husband drunk, the wife to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bawd to incivility;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must confess, I there descry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A house spread through with leprosy.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Thumbless</i>, lazy: cp. painful thumb, <i><a href="#2.p633">supra</a></i>.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1005"></a>1005. GOOD MANNERS AT MEAT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This rule of manners I will teach my guests:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To come with their own bellies unto feasts;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not to eat equal portions, but to rise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Farced with the food that may themselves suffice.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p><i>Farced</i>, stuffed.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1006"></a>1006. ANTHEA'S RETRACTATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Anthea laugh'd, and fearing lest excess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She with a dainty blush rebuk'd her face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And call'd each line back to his rule and space.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1007"></a>1007. COMFORTS IN CROSSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be not dismayed though crosses cast thee down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy fall is but the rising to a crown.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1008"></a>1008. SEEK AND FIND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1009"></a>1009. REST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On with thy work, though thou be'st hardly press'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Labour is held up by the hope of rest</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1010"></a>1010. LEPROSY IN CLOTHES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When flowing garments I behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Inspir'd with purple, pearl and gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I think no other, but I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In them a glorious leprosy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That does infect and make the rent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More mortal in the vestiment.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>As flowery vestures do descry</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The wearer's rich immodesty:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>So plain and simple clothes do show</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Where virtue walks, not those that flow.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1012"></a>1012. GREAT MALADIES, LONG MEDICINES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>To an old sore a long cure must go on:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Great faults require great satisfaction.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1013"></a>1013. HIS ANSWER TO A FRIEND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You ask me what I do, and how I live?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, noble friend, this answer I must give:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drooping, I draw on to the vaults of death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er which you'll walk, when I am laid beneath.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1014"></a>1014. THE BEGGAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shall I a daily beggar be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love's sake asking alms of thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still shall I crave, and never get<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A hope of my desired bit?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, cruel maids! I'll go my way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereas, perchance, my fortunes may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Find out a threshold or a door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That may far sooner speed the poor:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where thrice we knock, and none will hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cold comfort still I'm sure lives there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1015"></a>1015. BASTARDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our bastard children are but like to plate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made by the coiners&mdash;illegitimate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1016"></a>1016. HIS CHANGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My many cares and much distress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has made me like a wilderness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, discompos'd, I'm like a rude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all confused multitude:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of my comely manners worn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as in means, in mind all torn.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1017"></a>1017. THE VISION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Methought I saw, as I did dream in bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A crawling vine about Anacreon's head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flushed was his face; his hairs with oil did shine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as he spake, his mouth ran o'er with wine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tippled he was, and tippling lisped withal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lisping reeled, and reeling like to fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A young enchantress close by him did stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tapping his plump thighs with a myrtle wand:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">She smil'd; he kiss'd; and kissing, cull'd her too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And being cup-shot, more he could not do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which, methought, in pretty anger she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snatched off his crown, and gave the wreath to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since when, methinks, my brains about do swim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I am wild and wanton like to him.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cull'd</i>, embraced.<br />
+
+<i>Cup-shot</i>, drunk.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1018"></a>1018. A VOW TO VENUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Happily I had a sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my dearest dear last night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make her this day smile on me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll roses give to thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1019"></a>1019. ON HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bound, almost, now of my book I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet no end of these therein, or me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we begin new life, while thousands quite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1020"></a>1020. A SONNET OF PERILLA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then did I live when I did see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perilla smile on none but me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, ah! by stars malignant crossed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The life I got I quickly lost;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet a way there doth remain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For me embalm'd to live again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that's to love me; in which state<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll live as one regenerate.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1021"></a>1021. BAD MAY BE BETTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man may at first transgress, but next do well:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Vice doth in some but lodge a while, not dwell</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1022"></a>1022. POSTING TO PRINTING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let others to the printing press run fast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since after death comes glory, I'll not haste.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1023"></a>1023. RAPINE BRINGS RUIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What's got by justice is established sure:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No kingdoms got by rapine long endure</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1024"></a>1024. COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS<br />LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What needs complaints,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she a place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has with the race<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of saints?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In endless mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She thinks not on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What's said or done<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In earth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sees no tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or any tone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thy deep groan<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She hears:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor does she mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or think on't now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ever thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wast kind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But chang'd above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She likes not there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As she did here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forbear, therefore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lull asleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy woes, and weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No more.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1026"></a>1026. SAINT DISTAFF'S DAY, OR THE MORROW AFTER<br />TWELFTH DAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Partly work and partly play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye must on S. Distaff's day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the plough soon free your team,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then come home and fodder them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the maids a-spinning go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Burn the flax and fire the tow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scorch their plackets, but beware<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ye singe no maidenhair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring in pails of water, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let the maids bewash the men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give S. Distaff all the right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then bid Christmas sport good-night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And next morrow everyone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To his own vocation.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Plackets</i>, petticoats.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1027"></a>1027. SUFFERANCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the hope of ease to come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's endure one martyrdom.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1028"></a>1028. HIS TEARS TO THAMESIS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I send, I send here my supremest kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee, my silver-footed Thamesis.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more shall I reiterate thy Strand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereon so many stately structures stand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor in the summer's sweeter evenings go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bathe in thee, as thousand others do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more shall I along thy crystal glide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In barge with boughs and rushes beautifi'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With soft-smooth virgins for our chaste disport,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Richmond, Kingston, and to Hampton Court.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never again shall I with finny oar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put from, or draw unto the faithful shore:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And landing here, or safely landing there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make way to my beloved Westminster,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or to the golden Cheapside, where the earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Julia Herrick gave to me my birth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May all clean nymphs and curious water-dames<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With swan-like state float up and down thy streams:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No drought upon thy wanton waters fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make them lean and languishing at all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No ruffling winds come hither to disease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy pure and silver-wristed Naiades.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep up your state, ye streams; and as ye spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never make sick your banks by surfeiting.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow young with tides, and though I see ye never,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Receive this vow, so fare ye well for ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Reiterate</i>, retread.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1029"></a>1029. PARDONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those ends in war the best contentment bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Whose peace is made up with a pardoning</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1030"></a>1030. PEACE NOT PERMANENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Great cities seldom rest; if there be none</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1031"></a>1031. TRUTH AND ERROR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>'Twixt truth and error there's this difference known;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Error is fruitful, truth is only one.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1032"></a>1032. THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Things are uncertain, and the more we get,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The more on icy pavements we are set.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1033"></a>1033. STUDIES TO BE SUPPORTED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Studies themselves will languish and decay,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>When either price or praise is ta'en away.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1034"></a>1034. WIT PUNISHED, PROSPERS MOST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dread not the shackles: on with thine intent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Good wits get more fame by their punishment</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1035"></a>1035. TWELFTH NIGHT: OR, KING AND QUEEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Now, now the mirth comes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the cake full of plums,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where bean's the king of the sport here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beside we must know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The pea also<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must revel, as queen, in the court here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Begin then to choose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This night as ye use,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who shall for the present delight here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be a king by the lot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And who shall not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be Twelfth-day queen for the night here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Which known, let us make<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy-sops with the cake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let not a man then be seen here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who unurg'd will not drink<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the base from the brink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A health to the king and the queen here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Next crown the bowl full<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With gentle lamb's wool:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Add sugar, nutmeg, and ginger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With store of ale too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus ye must do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make the wassail a swinger.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Give then to the king<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And queen wassailing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though with ale ye be whet here,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet part ye from hence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As free from offence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when ye innocent met here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1036"></a>1036. HIS DESIRE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me a man that is not dull<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all the world with rifts is full;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But unamaz'd dares clearly sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas the roof's a-tottering:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, though it falls, continues still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tickling the cittern with his quill.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cittern</i>, a kind of lute; <i>quill</i>, the plectrum for striking it.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1037"></a>1037. CAUTION IN COUNSEL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Know when to speak; for many times it brings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Danger to give the best advice to kings.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1038"></a>1038. MODERATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let moderation on thy passions wait;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who loves too much, too much the lov'd will hate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1039"></a>1039. ADVICE THE BEST ACTOR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Still take advice; though counsels, when they fly</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>At random, sometimes hit most happily.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1040"></a>1040. CONFORMITY IS COMELY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Conformity gives comeliness to things:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And equal shares exclude all murmurings.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1041"></a>1041. LAWS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who violates the customs, hurts the health,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not of one man, but all the commonwealth.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1042"></a>1042. THE MEAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis much among the filthy to be clean;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Our heat of youth can hardly keep the mean</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1043"></a>1043. LIKE LOVES HIS LIKE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like will to like, each creature loves his kind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1044"></a>1044. HIS HOPE OR SHEET ANCHOR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Among these tempests great and manifold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My ship has here one only anchor-hold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is my hope, which if that slip, I'm one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wildered in this vast wat'ry region.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1045"></a>1045. COMFORT IN CALAMITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis no discomfort in the world to fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the great crack not crushes one, but all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1046"></a>1046. TWILIGHT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The twilight is no other thing, we say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than night now gone, and yet not sprung the day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1047"></a>1047. FALSE MOURNING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He who wears blacks, and mourns not for the dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does but deride the party buried.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Blacks</i>, mourning garments.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1048"></a>1048. THE WILL MAKES THE WORK; OR, CONSENT<br />MAKES THE CURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is half way cured if the party will.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1049"></a>1049. DIET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If wholesome diet can recure a man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What need of physic or physician?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1050"></a>1050. SMART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stripes, justly given, yerk us with their fall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But causeless whipping smarts the most of all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1051"></a>1051. THE TINKER'S SONG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Along, come along,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's meet in a throng<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here of tinkers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And quaff up a bowl<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As big as a cowl<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To beer drinkers.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The pole of the hop<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Place in the aleshop<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bethwack us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ever we think<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So much as to drink<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto Bacchus.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who frolic will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For little cost, he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Must not vary<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From beer-broth at all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So much as to call<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For Canary.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1052"></a>1052. HIS COMFORT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The only comfort of my life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is, that I never yet had wife;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor will hereafter; since I know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who weds, o'er-buys his weal with woe<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1053"></a>1053. SINCERITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wash clean the vessel, lest ye sour<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever liquor in ye pour.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1054"></a>1054. TO ANTHEA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The primrose sick, and sickly everything;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while my dear Anthea does but droop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tulips, lilies, daffodils do stoop:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when again she's got her healthful hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each bending then will rise a proper flower.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1055"></a>1055. NOR BUYING OR SELLING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, if you love me, tell me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For as I will not sell ye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So not one cross to buy thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll give, if thou deny me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cross</i>, a coin.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1056"></a>1056. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, M. JO. WICKS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since shed or cottage I have none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sing the more, that thou hast one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To whose glad threshold, and free door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I may a poet come, though poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And eat with thee a savoury bit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paying but common thanks for it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet should I chance, my Wicks, to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An over-leaven look in thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sour the bread, and turn the beer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To an exalted vinegar:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or should'st thou prize me as a dish<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thrice-boiled worts, or third-day's fish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd rather hungry go and come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to thy house be burdensome;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, in my depth of grief, I'd be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One that should drop his beads for thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Worts</i>, cabbages.<br />
+
+<i>Drop his beads</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, pray.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1057"></a>1057. THE MORE MIGHTY, THE MORE MERCIFUL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Who may do most, does least: the bravest will</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Show mercy there, where they have power to kill.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1058"></a>1058. AFTER AUTUMN, WINTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Die ere long, I'm sure, I shall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After leaves, the tree must fall.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1059"></a>1059. A GOOD DEATH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For truth I may this sentence tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>No man dies ill, that liveth well</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1060"></a>1060. RECOMPENSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who plants an olive, but to eat the oil?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Reward, we know, is the chief end of toil</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1061"></a>1061. ON FORTUNE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is my comfort when she's most unkind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She can but spoil me of my means, not mind.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1062"></a>1062. TO SIR GEORGE PARRY, DOCTOR OF THE<br />CIVIL LAW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have my laurel chaplet on my head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If, 'mongst these many numbers to be read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But one by you be hugg'd and cherished.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Peruse my measures thoroughly, and where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your judgment finds a guilty poem, there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be you a judge; but not a judge severe.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mean pass by, or over, none contemn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The good applaud; the peccant less condemn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since absolution you can give to them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stand forth, brave man, here to the public sight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in my book now claim a twofold right:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first as doctor, and the last as knight.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1063"></a>1063. CHARMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This I'll tell ye by the way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maidens, when ye leavens lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cross your dough, and your dispatch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will be better for your batch.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1064"></a>1064. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the morning when ye rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wash your hands and cleanse your eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next be sure ye have a care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To disperse the water far;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For as far as that doth light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So far keeps the evil sprite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1065"></a>1065. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If ye fear to be affrighted<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When ye are by chance benighted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In your pocket for a trust<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Carry nothing but a crust:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that holy piece of bread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Charms the danger and the dread.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1067"></a>1067. GENTLENESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>That prince must govern with a gentle hand</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Who will have love comply with his command.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1068"></a>1068. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND<br />MISTRESS ELIZA WHEELER, UNDER<br />THE
+NAME OF AMARYLLIS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Her.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My dearest love, since thou wilt go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And leave me here behind thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">For love or pity let me know<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The place where I may find thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Ama.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In country meadows pearl'd with dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And set about with lilies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">There, filling maunds with cowslips, you<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May find your Amaryllis.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Her.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What have the meads to do with thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or with thy youthful hours?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Live thou at Court, where thou mayst be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The queen of men, not flowers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i3">Let country wenches make 'em fine<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With posies, since 'tis fitter<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">For thee with richest gems to shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And like the stars to glitter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Ama.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You set too high a rate upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A shepherdess so homely.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Her.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Believe it, dearest, there's not one<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I' th' Court that's half so comely.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i3">I prithee stay. <i>Ama.</i> I must away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let's kiss first, then we'll sever.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ambo.</i> And though we bid adieu to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">We shall not part for ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Maunds</i>, baskets.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1069"></a>1069. TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Help me, Julia, for to pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Matins sing, or matins say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, I know, the fiend will fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far away, if thou be'st by.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring the holy water hither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us wash and pray together;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When our beads are thus united,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the foe will fly affrighted.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Beads</i>, prayers.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1070"></a>1070. TO ROSES IN JULIA'S BOSOM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Roses, you can never die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since the place wherein ye lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heat and moisture mix'd are so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to make ye ever grow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1071"></a>1071. TO THE HONOURED MASTER ENDYMION<br />PORTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When to thy porch I come and ravish'd see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The state of poets there attending thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those bards and I, all in a chorus sing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We are thy prophets, Porter, thou our king.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1072"></a>1072. SPEAK IN SEASON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When times are troubled, then forbear; but speak<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a clear day out of a cloud does break.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1073"></a>1073. OBEDIENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The power of princes rests in the consent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of only those who are obedient:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which if away, proud sceptres then will lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Low, and of thrones the ancient majesty.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1074"></a>1074. ANOTHER OF THE SAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>No man so well a kingdom rules as he</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Who hath himself obeyed the sovereignty.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1075"></a>1075. OF LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. Instruct me now what love will do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. 'Twill make a tongueless man to woo.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">1. Inform me next, what love will do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. 'Twill strangely make a one of two.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">1. Teach me besides, what love will do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. 'Twill quickly mar, and make ye too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">1. Tell me now last, what love will do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. 'Twill hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1076"></a>1076. UPON TRAP.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trap of a player turn'd a priest now is:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold a sudden metamorphosis.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If tithe-pigs fail, then will he shift the scene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from a priest turn player once again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1080"></a>1080. THE SCHOOL OR PEARL OF PUTNEY, THE<br />MISTRESS OF ALL SINGULAR
+MANNERS,<br />MISTRESS PORTMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whether I was myself, or else did see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of myself that glorious hierarchy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or whether those, in orders rare, or these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made up one state of sixty Venuses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or whether fairies, syrens, nymphs they were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or muses on their mountain sitting there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or some enchanted place, I do not know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or Sharon, where eternal roses grow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This I am sure: I ravished stood, as one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Confus'd in utter admiration.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methought I saw them stir, and gently move,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look as all were capable of love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in their motion smelt much like to flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Inspir'd by th' sunbeams after dews and showers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There did I see the reverend rectress stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who with her eye's gleam, or a glance of hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those spirits raised; and with like precepts then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As with a magic, laid them all again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A happy realm! When no compulsive law,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Or fear of it, but love keeps all in awe.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Live you, great mistress of your arts, and be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A nursing mother so to majesty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As those your ladies may in time be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For grace and carriage, everyone a queen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One birth their parents gave them; but their new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And better being, they receive from you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Man's former birth is graceless; but the state</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Of life comes in, when he's regenerate.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1081"></a>1081. TO PERENNA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll whet my lips, and sharpen love on thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1082"></a>1082. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let me not live if I not love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since I as yet did never prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where pleasures met, at last do find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All pleasures meet in womankind.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1083"></a>1083. ON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That love 'twixt men does ever longest last<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where war and peace the dice by turns do cast.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1084"></a>1084. ANOTHER ON LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1086"></a>1086. UPON CHUB.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Aha, my boys! here's meat for Christmas pies!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon after he for beer so scores his wheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That at the tide he has not bread to eat.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1087"></a>1087. PLEASURES PERNICIOUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is sober virtue seen to move her sphere.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1088"></a>1088. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long I have lasted in this world, 'tis true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet those years that I have lived, but few.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Who by his grey hairs doth his lusters tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lives not those years, but he that lives them well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One man has reach'd his sixty years, but he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all those threescore, has not liv'd half three.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>He lives, who lives to virtue; men who cast</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Luster</i>, five years.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1089"></a>1089. TO M. LAURENCE SWETNAHAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fault, 'tis hid if it be voic'd by thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy mouth will make the sourest numbers please:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How will it drop pure honey speaking these!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1090"></a>1090. HIS COVENANT; OR, PROTESTATION TO<br />JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why dost thou wound and break my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if we should for ever part?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hast thou not heard an oath from me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After a day, or two, or three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would come back and live with thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take, if thou dost distrust that vow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This second protestation now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon thy cheek that spangled tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which sits as dew of roses there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tear shall scarce be dried before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll kiss the threshold of thy door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then weep not, sweet; but thus much know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm half return'd before I go.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1091"></a>1091. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I will no longer kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I can no longer stay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The way of all flesh is<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I must go this day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since longer I can't live,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My frolic youths, adieu;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My lamp to you I'll give,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all my troubles too.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1092"></a>1092. TO THE MOST ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN,<br />M. MICHAEL OULSWORTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nor think that thou in this my book art worst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because not plac'd here with the midst, or first.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since fame that sides with these, or goes before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those, that must live with thee for evermore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That fame, and fame's rear'd pillar, thou shalt see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the next sheet, brave man, to follow thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fix on that column then, and never fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Held up by Fame's eternal pedestal.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>In the next sheet.</i> See <a href="#2.p1129">1129</a>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1093"></a>1093. TO HIS GIRLS, WHO WOULD HAVE HIM<br />SPORTFUL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! I can't, for tell me, how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can I be gamesome, aged now?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides, ye see me daily grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, winter-like, to frost and snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I, ere long, my girls, shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye quake for cold to look on me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1094"></a>1094. TRUTH AND FALSEHOOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Truth by her own simplicity is known,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Falsehood by varnish and vermilion.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1095"></a>1095. HIS LAST REQUEST TO JULIA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have been wanton and too bold, I fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To chafe o'ermuch the virgin's cheek or ear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beg for my pardon, Julia: <i>he doth win</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Grace with the gods who's sorry for his sin</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That done, my Julia, dearest Julia, come</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And go with me to choose my burial room:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>My fates are ended; when thy Herrick dies,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1096"></a>1096. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One ear tingles; some there be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That are snarling now at me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be they those that Homer bit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will give them thanks for it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1097"></a>1097. UPON KINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Kings must be dauntless; subjects will contemn</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Those who want hearts and wear a diadem.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1098"></a>1098. TO HIS GIRLS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wanton wenches, do not bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my hairs black colouring:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my locks, girls, let 'em be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grey or white, all's one to me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1100"></a>1100. TO HIS BROTHER, NICHOLAS HERRICK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What others have with cheapness seen and ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In varnish'd maps, by th' help of compasses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or read in volumes and those books with all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their large narrations incanonical,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast beheld those seas and countries far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell'st to us what once they were, and are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that with bold truth thou can'st now relate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This kingdom's fortune, and that empire's fate:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can'st talk to us of Sharon, where a spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of roses have an endless flourishing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Sion, Sinai, Nebo, and with them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make known to us the new Jerusalem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Mount of Olives, Calvary, and where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is, and hast seen, thy Saviour's sepulchre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that the man that will but lay his ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As inapostate to the thing he hears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall by his hearing quickly come to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The truth of travels less in books than thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Large</i>, exaggerated.<br />
+
+<i>Incanonical</i>, untrustworthy.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1101"></a>1101. THE VOICE AND VIOL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To th' lute or viol, then 'tis ravishing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1102"></a>1102. WAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If kings and kingdoms once distracted be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sword of war must try the sovereignty<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1103"></a>1103. A KING AND NO KING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>That prince who may do nothing but what's just,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Rules but by leave, and takes his crown on trust.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1104"></a>1104. PLOTS NOT STILL PROSPEROUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All are not ill plots that do sometimes fail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor those false vows which ofttimes don't prevail.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1105"></a>1105. FLATTERY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is't that wastes a prince? example shows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis flattery spends a king, more than his foes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1109"></a>1109. EXCESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Excess is sluttish: keep the mean; for why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Virtue's clean conclave is sobriety.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Conclave</i>, guard.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1111"></a>1111. THE SOUL IS THE SALT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The body's salt the soul is; which when gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flesh soon sucks in putrefaction.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1117"></a>1117. ABSTINENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Against diseases here the strongest fence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the defensive virtue, abstinence.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1118"></a>1118. NO DANGER TO MEN DESPERATE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When fear admits no hope of safety, then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Necessity makes dastards valiant men.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1119"></a>1119. SAUCE FOR SORROWS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Although our suffering meet with no relief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>An equal mind is the best sauce for grief</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1120"></a>1120. TO CUPID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have a leaden, thou a shaft of gold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou kill'st with heat, and I strike dead with cold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's try of us who shall the first expire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or thou by frost, or I by quenchless fire:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Extremes are fatal where they once do strike,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And bring to th' heart destruction both alike</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1121"></a>1121. DISTRUST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whatever men for loyalty pretend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis wisdom's part to doubt a faithful friend</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1123"></a>1123. THE MOUNT OF THE MUSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After thy labour take thine ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here with the sweet Pierides.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if so be that men will not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give thee the laurel crown for lot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be yet assur'd, thou shall have one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not subject to corruption.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1124"></a>1124. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll write no more of love; but now repent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all those times that I in it have spent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll write no more of life; but wish 'twas ended,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that my dust was to the earth commended.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1125"></a>1125. TO HIS BOOK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go thou forth, my book, though late:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet be timely fortunate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It may chance good luck may send<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee a kinsman, or a friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That may harbour thee, when I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my fates neglected lie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou know'st not where to dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See, the fire's by: farewell.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1126"></a>1126. THE END OF HIS WORK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Part of the work remains; one part is past:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here my ship rides, having anchor cast.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1127"></a>1127. TO CROWN IT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The haven reach'd to which I first was bound.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1128"></a>1128. ON HIMSELF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The work is done: young men and maidens, set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon my curls the myrtle coronet<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Washed with sweet ointments: thus at last I come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To suffer in the Muses' martyrdom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with this comfort, if my blood be shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Muses will wear blacks when I am dead.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Blacks</i>, mourning garments.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.p1129"></a>1129. THE PILLAR OF FAME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fame's pillar here,&nbsp;&nbsp;at last, we set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Outduring&nbsp;&nbsp;marble,&nbsp;&nbsp;brass,&nbsp;&nbsp;or&nbsp;&nbsp;jet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Charm'd&nbsp;&nbsp;and&nbsp;&nbsp;enchanted&nbsp;&nbsp;so<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">As&nbsp;&nbsp;to&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;withstand&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the&nbsp;&nbsp;blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O f&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o v e r t h r o w;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;shall&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O r&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o u t r a g e s<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;storms&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;o'erbear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;we&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;uprear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tho'&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;kingdoms&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">This&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;pillar&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;never&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Decline&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;or&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;waste&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;at&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But&nbsp;&nbsp;stand&nbsp;&nbsp;for&nbsp;&nbsp;ever&nbsp;&nbsp;by&nbsp;&nbsp;his&nbsp;&nbsp;own<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Firm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;well-fix'd&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;foundation.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 10%;" />
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><a name="2.p1130"></a><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Jocund his muse was, but his life was chaste</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 360px;">
+<img src="images/170.png" width="360" height="600" alt="" title="HIS NOBLE NUMBERS: OR, HIS PIOUS PIECES Wherein (amongst other things)
+
+he sings the Birth of his Christ;
+and sighes for his Saviours suffering
+on the Crosse.
+
+HESIOD.
+
+&#7996;&#948;&#956;&#949;&#957; &#968;&#949;&#8059;&#948;&#949;&#945; &#960;&#959;&#955;&#955;&#8048; &#955;&#8051;&#947;&#949;&#953;&#957; &#7952;&#964;&#8059;&#956;&#959;&#953;&#963;&#953;&#957; &#8001;&#956;&#959;&#8150;&#945;.
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+
+LONDON
+Printed for John Williams, and Francis Eglesfield.
+1647." />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>
+HIS NOBLE NUMBERS:<br /><br />
+<small>OR,</small><br /><br />
+HIS PIOUS PIECES.</h2>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n1"></a>1. HIS CONFESSION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look how our foul days do exceed our fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as our bad, more than our good works are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en so those lines, pen'd by my wanton wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Treble the number of these good I've writ.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Things precious are least numerous: men are prone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To do ten bad for one good action.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n2"></a>2. HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For those my unbaptised rhymes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Writ in my wild unhallowed times;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For every sentence, clause, and word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's not inlaid with Thee, my Lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forgive me, God, and blot each line<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of my book that is not Thine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if, 'mongst all, thou find'st here one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worthy Thy benediction;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That one of all the rest shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The glory of my work and me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n3"></a>3. TO FIND GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A way to measure out the wind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Distinguish all those floods that are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mix'd in that watery theatre;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And taste thou them as saltless there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in their channel first they were.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me the people that do keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the kingdoms of the deep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or fetch me back that cloud again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beshiver'd into seeds of rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me the motes, dust, sands, and spears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of corn, when summer shakes his ears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show me that world of stars, and whence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They noiseless spill their influence:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This if thou canst, then show me Him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That rides the glorious cherubim.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Keep</i>, abide.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n4"></a>4. WHAT GOD IS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is above the sphere of our esteem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And is the best known, not defining Him.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n5"></a>5. UPON GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is not only said to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An Ens, but Supraentity.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n6"></a>6. MERCY AND LOVE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God hath two wings which He doth ever move;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The one is mercy, and the next is love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the first the sinners ever trust;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with the last He still directs the just.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n7"></a>7. GOD'S ANGER WITHOUT AFFECTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God when He's angry here with anyone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wrath is free from perturbation;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when we think His looks are sour and grim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The alteration is in us, not Him.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n8"></a>8. GOD NOT TO BE COMPREHENDED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him, as He is, is labour without end.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n9"></a>9. GOD'S PART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prayers and praises are those spotless two<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lambs, by the law, which God requires as due.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n10"></a>10. AFFLICTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God ne'er afflicts us more than our desert,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though He may seem to overact His part:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes He strikes us more than flesh can bear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet still less than grace can suffer here.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n11"></a>11. THREE FATAL SISTERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three fatal sisters wait upon each sin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First, fear and shame without, then guilt within.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n12"></a>12. SILENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suffer thy legs, but not thy tongue to walk:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God, the Most Wise, is sparing of His talk.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n13"></a>13. MIRTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">True mirth resides not in the smiling skin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sweetest solace is to act no sin.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n14"></a>14. LOADING AND UNLOADING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God loads and unloads, thus His work begins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To load with blessings and unload from sins.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n15"></a>15. GOD'S MERCY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's boundless mercy is, to sinful man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to the ever-wealthy ocean:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which though it sends forth thousand streams, 'tis ne'er<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Known, or else seen, to be the emptier;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though it takes all in, 'tis yet no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full, and fill'd full, than when full fill'd before.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n16"></a>16. PRAYERS MUST HAVE POISE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, He rejects all prayers that are slight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And want their poise: words ought to have their weight.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n17"></a>17. TO GOD: AN ANTHEM SUNG IN THE CHAPEL AT<br />WHITEHALL BEFORE THE KING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Verse.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My God, I'm wounded by my sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And sore without, and sick within.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ver. Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I come to Thee, in hope to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Salve for my body and my mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Verse.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In Gilead though no balm be found<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">To ease this smart or cure this wound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ver. Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet, Lord, I know there is with Thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">All saving health, and help for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Verse.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then reach Thou forth that hand of Thine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">That pours in oil, as well as wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Ver. Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And let it work, for I'll endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">The utmost smart, so Thou wilt cure.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n18"></a>18. UPON GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is all fore-part; for, we never see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any part backward in the Deity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n19"></a>19. CALLING AND CORRECTING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is not only merciful to call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men to repent, but when He strikes withal.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n20"></a>20. NO ESCAPING THE SCOURGING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God scourgeth some severely, some He spares;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all in smart have less or greater shares.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n21"></a>21. THE ROD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's rod doth watch while men do sleep, and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rod doth sleep, while vigilant are men.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n22"></a>22. GOD HAS A TWOFOLD PART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, when for sin He makes His children smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His own He acts not, but another's part;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when by stripes He saves them, then 'tis known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He comes to play the part that is His own.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n23"></a>23. GOD IS ONE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, as He is most holy known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So He is said to be most one.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n24"></a>24. PERSECUTIONS PROFITABLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Afflictions they most profitable are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the beholder and the sufferer:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bettering them both, but by a double strain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first by patience, and the last by pain.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n25"></a>25. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do with me, God, as Thou didst deal with John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who writ that heavenly Revelation.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me, like him, first cracks of thunder hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then let the harps enchantments stroke mine ear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here give me thorns, there, in Thy kingdom, set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon my head the golden coronet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There give me day; but here my dreadful night:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My sackcloth here; but there my stole of white.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Stroke</i>, text <i>strike</i>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n26"></a>26. WHIPS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God has His whips here to a twofold end:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bad to punish, and the good t' amend.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n27"></a>27. GOD'S PROVIDENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If all transgressions here should have their pay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What need there then be of a reckoning day?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If God should punish no sin here of men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His providence who would not question then?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n28"></a>28. TEMPTATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those saints which God loves best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The devil tempts not least.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n29"></a>29. HIS EJACULATION TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My God! look on me with Thine eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of pity, not of scrutiny;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if Thou dost, Thou then shalt see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing but loathsome sores in me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O then, for mercy's sake, behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These my eruptions manifold,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And heal me with Thy look or touch;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if Thou wilt not deign so much,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because I'm odious in Thy sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speak but the word, and cure me quite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n30"></a>30. GOD'S GIFTS NOT SOON GRANTED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God hears us when we pray, but yet defers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His gifts, to exercise petitioners;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though a while He makes requesters stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With princely hand He'll recompense delay.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n31"></a>31. PERSECUTIONS PURIFY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God strikes His Church, but 'tis to this intent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make, not mar her, by this punishment;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So where He gives the bitter pills, be sure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis not to poison, but to make thee pure.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n32"></a>32. PARDON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God pardons those who do through frailty sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But never those that persevere therein.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n33"></a>33. AN ODE OF THE BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In numbers, and but these few,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sing Thy birth, O <span class="smcap">Jesu</span>!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou pretty baby, born here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sup'rabundant scorn here;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Who for Thy princely port here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hadst for Thy place<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of birth a base<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out-stable for Thy court here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Instead of neat enclosures<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of interwoven osiers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instead of fragrant posies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of daffodils and roses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy cradle, Kingly Stranger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As Gospel tells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Was nothing else<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But here a homely manger.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But we with silks, not crewels,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sundry precious jewels,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lily-work will dress Thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as we dispossess Thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of clouts, we'll make a chamber,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet babe, for Thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of ivory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And plaister'd round with amber.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Jews they did disdain Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we will entertain Thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With glories to await here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon Thy princely state here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And more for love than pity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From year to year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">We'll make Thee, here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A freeborn of our city.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Crewels</i>, worsteds.<br />
+
+<i>Clouts</i>, rags.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n34"></a>34. LIP-LABOUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the old Scripture I have often read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The calf without meal ne'er was offered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To figure to us nothing more than this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without the heart lip-labour nothing is.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n35"></a>35. THE HEART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n36"></a>36. EARRINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why wore th' Egyptians jewels in the ear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for to teach us, all the grace is there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we obey, by acting what we hear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n37"></a>37. SIN SEEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When once the sin has fully acted been,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then is the horror of the trespass seen.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n38"></a>38. UPON TIME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Time was upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wing, to fly away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I call'd on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him but awhile to stay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But he'd be gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For ought that I could say.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">He held out then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A writing, as he went;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ask'd me, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">False man would be content<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To pay again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What God and Nature lent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">An hour-glass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which were sands but few,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he did pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He show'd, and told me, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mine end near was;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so away he flew.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n39"></a>39. HIS PETITION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If war or want shall make me grow so poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As for to beg my bread from door to door;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord! let me never act that beggar's part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hath Thee in his mouth, not in his heart:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He who asks alms in that so sacred Name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without due reverence, plays the cheater's game.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n40"></a>40. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou hast promis'd, Lord, to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With me in my misery;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suffer me to be so bold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to speak, Lord, say and hold.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n41"></a>41. HIS LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the hour of my distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When temptations me oppress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when I my sins confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I lie within my bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sick in heart and sick in head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with doubts discomforted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the house doth sigh and weep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the world is drown'd in sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the artless doctor sees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No one hope, but of his fees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his skill runs on the lees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When his potion and his pill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has, or none, or little skill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meet for nothing, but to kill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the passing bell doth toll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the furies in a shoal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come to fright a parting soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the tapers now burn blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the comforters are few,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And that number more than true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the priest his last hath prayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I nod to what is said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Cause my speech is now decayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When, God knows, I'm toss'd about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either with despair, or doubt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet before the glass be out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the tempter me pursu'th<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the sins of all my youth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And half damns me with untruth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the flames and hellish cries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all terrors me surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the judgment is reveal'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that open'd which was seal'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to Thee I have appeal'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sweet Spirit, comfort me!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n42"></a>42. THANKSGIVING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thanksgiving for a former, doth invite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God to bestow a second benefit.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n43"></a>43. COCK-CROW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bellman of night, if I about shall go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to deny my Master, do thou crow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou stop'dst St. Peter in the midst of sin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stay me, by crowing, ere I do begin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better it is, premonish'd for to shun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sin, than fall to weeping when 'tis done.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n44"></a>44. ALL THINGS RUN WELL FOR THE RIGHTEOUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Adverse and prosperous fortunes both work on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, for the righteous man's salvation;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be he oppos'd, or be he not withstood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All serve to th' augmentation of his good.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n45"></a>45. PAIN ENDS IN PLEASURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Afflictions bring us joy in times to come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When sins, by stripes, to us grow wearisome.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n46"></a>46. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll come, I'll creep, though Thou dost threat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Humbly unto Thy mercy-seat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I am there, this then I'll do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give Thee a dart, and dagger too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, when I have my faults confessed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naked I'll show a sighing breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which if that can't Thy pity woo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then let Thy justice do the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And strike it through.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n47"></a>47. A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS HOUSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord, Thou hast given me a cell<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Wherein to dwell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little house, whose humble roof<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Is weather-proof;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the spars of which I lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Both soft and dry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Thou my chamber for to ward<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Hast set a guard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Me, while I sleep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Low is my porch, as is my fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Both void of state;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet the threshold of my door<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Is worn by th' poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who thither come, and freely get<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Good words or meat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like as my parlour, so my hall<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And kitchen's small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little buttery, and therein<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">A little bin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which keeps my little loaf of bread<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Unclipt, unflead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Make me a fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close by whose living coal I sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And glow like it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord, I confess, too, when I dine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">The pulse is Thine,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And all those other bits, that be<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">There placed by Thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The worts, the purslain, and the mess<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Of water-cress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And my content<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes those, and my beloved beet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">To be more sweet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering hearth<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">With guiltless mirth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Spiced to the brink.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">That soils my land;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And giv'st me for my bushel sown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Twice ten for one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Her egg each day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides my healthful ewes to bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Me twins each year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while the conduits of my kine<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Run cream for wine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All these, and better Thou dost send<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Me, to this end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I should render, for my part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">A thankful heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, fired with incense, I resign,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">As wholly Thine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the acceptance, that must be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">My Christ, by Thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Unflead</i>, lit. unflay'd.<br />
+
+<i>Purslain</i>, an herb.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n48"></a>48. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Make, make me Thine, my gracious God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or with Thy staff, or with Thy rod;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be the blow, too, what it will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord, I will kiss it, though it kill:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beat me, bruise me, rack me, rend me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, in torments, I'll commend Thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Examine me with fire, and prove me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the full, yet I will love Thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor shall Thou give so deep a wound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I as patient will be found.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n49"></a>49. ANOTHER TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Lord, do not beat me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since I do sob and cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And swoon away to die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere Thou dost threat me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lord, do not scourge me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I by lies and oaths<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have soil'd myself or clothes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But rather purge me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n50"></a>50. NONE TRULY HAPPY HERE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Happy's that man to whom God gives<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A stock of goods, whereby he lives<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near to the wishes of his heart:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No man is blest through every part.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n51"></a>51. TO HIS EVER-LOVING GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Can I not come to Thee, my God, for these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So very many meeting hindrances,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That slack my pace, but yet not make me stay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who slowly goes, rids, in the end, his way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clear Thou my paths, or shorten Thou my miles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remove the bars, or lift me o'er the stiles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since rough the way is, help me when I call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And take me up; or else prevent the fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I ken my home, and it affords some ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see far off the smoking villages.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fain would I rest, yet covet not to die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For fear of future biting penury:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, no, my God, Thou know'st my wishes be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To leave this life, not loving it, but Thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Rids way</i>, gets over the ground.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n52"></a>52. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou bid'st me come; I cannot come; for why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou dwell'st aloft, and I want wings to fly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mount my soul, she must have pinions given;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For 'tis no easy way from earth to heaven.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n53"></a>53. TO DEATH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou bid'st me come away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll no longer stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than for to shed some tears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For faults of former years,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And to repent some crimes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Done in the present times:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And next, to take a bit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of bread, and wine with it:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To don my robes of love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fit for the place above;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To gird my loins about<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With charity throughout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so to travel hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With feet of innocence:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These done, I'll only cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God mercy, and so die.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n54"></a>54. NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God will have all, or none; serve Him, or fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down before Baal, Bel, or Belial:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either be hot or cold: God doth despise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Abhor, and spew out all neutralities.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n55"></a>55. WELCOME WHAT COMES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whatever comes, let's be content withal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among God's blessings there is no one small.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n56"></a>56. TO HIS ANGRY GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Through all the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou dost me fright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hold'st mine eyes from sleeping;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">And day by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My cup can say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wine is mix'd with weeping.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Thou dost my bread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With ashes knead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each evening and each morrow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mine eye and ear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do see and hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The coming in of sorrow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Thy scourge of steel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ah me! I feel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon me beating ever:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While my sick heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With dismal smart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is disacquainted never.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Long, long, I'm sure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This can't endure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in short time 'twill please Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My gentle God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To burn the rod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or strike so as to ease me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n57"></a>57. PATIENCE: OR, COMFORTS IN CROSSES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Abundant plagues I late have had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet none of these have made me sad:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For why? My Saviour with the sense<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of suff'ring gives me patience.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n58"></a>58. ETERNITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O years! and age! farewell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Behold, I go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where I do know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Infinity to dwell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And these mine eyes shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All times, how they<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are lost i' th' sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of vast eternity.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where never moon shall sway<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The stars; but she<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And night shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drown'd in one endless day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n59"></a>59. TO HIS SAVIOUR, A CHILD: A PRESENT<br />BY A CHILD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go, pretty child, and bear this flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thy little Saviour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell Him, by that bud now blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is the Rose of Sharon known.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thou hast said so, stick it there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon His bib or stomacher;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell Him, for good handsel too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thou hast brought a whistle new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of a clean strait oaten reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To charm His cries at time of need.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell Him, for coral, thou hast none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if thou hadst, He should have one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But poor thou art, and known to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even as moneyless as He.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From those mellifluous lips of His;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then never take a second on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spoil the first impression.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Handsel</i>, earnest money.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n60"></a>60. THE NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let others look for pearl and gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tissues, or tabbies manifold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One only lock of that sweet hay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereon the blessed baby lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or one poor swaddling-clout, shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The richest New-Year's gift to me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tabbies</i>, shot silks.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n61"></a>61. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If anything delight me for to print<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My book, 'tis this: that Thou, my God, art in't.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n62"></a>62. GOD AND THE KING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How am I bound to Two! God, who doth give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mind; the king, the means whereby I live.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n63"></a>63. GOD'S MIRTH: MAN'S MOURNING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where God is merry, there write down thy fears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What He with laughter speaks, hear thou with tears.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n64"></a>64. HONOURS ARE HINDRANCES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me honours! what are these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the pleasing hindrances?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stiles, and stops, and stays that come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the way 'twixt me and home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clear the walk, and then shall I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my heaven less run than fly.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n65"></a>65. THE PARASCEVE, OR PREPARATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To a love-feast we both invited are:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The figur'd damask, or pure diaper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the golden altar now is spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With bread, and wine, and vessels furnished;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sacred towel and the holy ewer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are ready by, to make the guests all pure:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's go, my Alma; yet, ere we receive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fit, fit it is we have our parasceve.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who to that sweet bread unprepar'd doth come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better be starv'd, than but to taste one crumb.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Parasceve</i>, preparation.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n66"></a>66. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God gives not only corn for need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But likewise sup'rabundant seed;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Bread for our service, bread for show,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meat for our meals, and fragments too:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He gives not poorly, taking some<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between the finger and the thumb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for our glut and for our store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fine flour press'd down, and running o'er.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n67"></a>67. A WILL TO BE WORKING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Although we cannot turn the fervent fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sin, we must strive 'gainst the stream of it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And howsoe'er we have the conquest miss'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis for our glory that we did resist.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n68"></a>68. CHRIST'S PART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ, He requires still, wheresoe'er He comes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To feed or lodge, to have the best of rooms:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give Him the choice; grant Him the nobler part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the house: the best of all's the heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n69"></a>69. RICHES AND POVERTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God could have made all rich, or all men poor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But why He did not, let me tell wherefore:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had all been rich, where then had patience been?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had all been poor, who had His bounty seen?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n70"></a>70. SOBRIETY IN SEARCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To seek of God more than we well can find,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Argues a strong distemper of the mind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n71"></a>71. ALMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give, if thou canst, an alms; if not, afford,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instead of that, a sweet and gentle word:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>God crowns our goodness wheresoe'er He sees,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>On our part, wanting all abilities</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n72"></a>72. TO HIS CONSCIENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Can I not sin, but thou wilt be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My private protonotary?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can I not woo thee to pass by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A short and sweet iniquity?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll cast a mist and cloud upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My delicate transgression<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So utter dark as that no eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall see the hugg'd impiety;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gifts blind the wise, and bribes do please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wind all other witnesses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wilt not thou with gold be ti'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lay thy pen and ink aside?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That in the mirk and tongueless night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wanton I may, and thou not write?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It will not be. And, therefore, now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For times to come I'll make this vow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From aberrations to live free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I'll not fear the Judge or thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Protonotary</i>, once the title of the chief clerk in the Courts of Common
+Pleas and King's Bench.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n73"></a>73. TO HIS SAVIOUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord, I confess, that Thou alone art able<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To purify this my Augean stable:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be the seas water, and the land all soap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet if Thy blood not wash me, there's no hope.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n74"></a>74. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is all sufferance here; here He doth show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No arrow nockt, only a stringless bow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His arrows fly, and all His stones are hurl'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against the wicked in another world.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Nockt</i>, placed ready for shooting.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n75"></a>75. HIS DREAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oil from Thy jar into my cruse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pouring still Thy wealthy store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vessel full did then run o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methought I did Thy bounty chide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see the waste; but 'twas replied<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By Thee, dear God, God gives man seed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ofttimes for waste, as for his need.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I could say that house is bare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That has not bread and some to spare.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n76"></a>76. GOD'S BOUNTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's bounty, that ebbs less and less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As men do wane in thankfulness.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n77"></a>77. TO HIS SWEET SAVIOUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And time seems then not for to fly, but creep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slowly her chariot drives, as if that she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had broke her wheel, or crack'd her axletree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just so it is with me, who, list'ning, pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The winds to blow the tedious night away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I might see the cheerful, peeping day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sick is my heart! O Saviour! do Thou please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make my bed soft in my sicknesses:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lighten my candle, so that I beneath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep not for ever in the vaults of death;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me Thy voice betimes i' th' morning hear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call, and I'll come; say Thou the when, and where.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draw me but first, and after Thee I'll run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make no one stop till my race be done.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n78"></a>78. HIS CREED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I do believe that die I must,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be return'd from out my dust:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do believe that when I rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ I shall see, with these same eyes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do believe that I must come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With others, to the dreadful doom:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do believe the bad must go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From thence, to everlasting woe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do believe the good, and I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall live with Him eternally:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do believe I shall inherit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heaven, by Christ's mercies, not my merit.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I do believe the One in Three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Three in perfect unity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lastly, that <span class="smcap">Jesus</span> is a deed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of gift from God: and here's my creed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n79"></a>79. TEMPTATIONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Temptations hurt not, though they have access:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Satan o'ercomes none, but by willingness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n80"></a>80. THE LAMP.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When a man's faith is frozen up, as dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then is the lamp and oil extinguished.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n81"></a>81. SORROWS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crosses we must have; or, hereafter woe.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n82"></a>82. PENITENCY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A man's transgressions God does then remit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When man He makes a penitent for it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n83"></a>83. THE DIRGE OF JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER: SUNG<br />BY THE VIRGINS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O thou, the wonder of all days!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O paragon, and pearl of praise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O virgin-martyr, ever blest<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Above the rest<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the maiden train! We come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus, thus, and thus we compass round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy harmless and unhaunted ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as we sing thy dirge, we will<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">The daffodil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And other flowers lay upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The altar of our love, thy stone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou wonder of all maids, liest here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of daughters all the dearest dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The eye of virgins; nay, the queen<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Of this smooth green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all sweet meads; from whence we get<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The primrose and the violet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Too soon, too dear did Jephthah buy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By thy sad loss, our liberty:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His was the bond and cov'nant, yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Thou paid'st the debt:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lamented maid! he won the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for the conquest thou didst pay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy father brought with him along<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The olive branch and victor's song:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He slew the Ammonites, we know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">But to thy woe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the purchase of our peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cure was worse than the disease.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For which obedient zeal of thine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We offer here, before thy shrine,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Our sighs for storax, tears for wine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">And to make fine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fresh thy hearse-cloth, we will, here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four times bestrew thee ev'ry year.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Receive, for this thy praise, our tears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Receive this offering of our hairs:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Receive these crystal vials fill'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">With tears distill'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From teeming eyes; to these we bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each maid, her silver filleting,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To gild thy tomb; besides, these cauls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These laces, ribbons, and these falls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These veils, wherewith we use to hide<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">The bashful bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we conduct her to her groom:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all we lay upon thy tomb.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No more, no more, since thou art dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall we e'er bring coy brides to bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more, at yearly festivals<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">We cowslip balls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or chains of columbines shall make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this or that occasion's sake.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No, no; our maiden pleasures be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wrapp'd in the winding-sheet with thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis we are dead, though not i' th' grave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Or, if we have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One seed of life left, 'tis to keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A Lent for thee, to fast and weep.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep in thy peace, thy bed of spice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And make this place all paradise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May sweets grow here: and smoke from hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Fat frankincense:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let balm and cassia send their scent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From out thy maiden-monument.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">May no wolf howl, or screech-owl stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wing about thy sepulchre!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No boisterous winds, or storms, come hither<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To starve or wither<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy soft sweet earth! but, like a spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love keep it ever flourishing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">May all shy maids, at wonted hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come forth to strew thy tomb with flow'rs:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May virgins, when they come to mourn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Male-incense burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon thine altar! then return,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leave thee sleeping in thy urn.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cauls</i>, nets for the hair.<br />
+
+<i>Falls</i>, trimmings hanging loosely.<br />
+
+<i>Male-incense</i>, incense in globular drops.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n84"></a>84. TO GOD: ON HIS SICKNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What though my harp and viol be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both hung upon the willow tree?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though my bed be now my grave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for my house I darkness have?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though my healthful days are fled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I lie number'd with the dead?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet I have hope, by Thy great power,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spring; though now a wither'd flower.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n85"></a>85. SINS LOATHED, AND YET LOVED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Shame checks our first attempts</i>; but then 'tis prov'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Sins first dislik'd are after that belov'd</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n86"></a>86. SIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sin leads the way, but as it goes, it feels<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The following plague still treading on his heels.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n87"></a>87. UPON GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, when He takes my goods and chattels hence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gives me a portion, giving patience:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is in God is God; if so it be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He patience gives, He gives Himself to me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n88"></a>88. FAITH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What here we hope for, we shall once inherit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By faith we all walk here, not by the Spirit.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n89"></a>89. HUMILITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Humble we must be, if to heaven we go:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High is the roof there; but the gate is low:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whene'er thou speak'st, look with a lowly eye:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grace is increased by humility.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n90"></a>90. TEARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our present tears here, not our present laughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are but the handsels of our joys hereafter.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Handsels</i>, earnest money, foretaste.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n91"></a>91. SIN AND STRIFE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After true sorrow for our sins, our strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must last with Satan to the end of life.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n92"></a>92. AN ODE, OR PSALM TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Dear God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If Thy smart rod<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here did not make me sorry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I should not be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With Thine or Thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Thy eternal glory.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">But since<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou didst convince<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My sins by gently striking;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Add still to those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">First stripes new blows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">According to Thy liking.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Fear me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or scourging tear me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thus from vices driven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I may from hell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fly up to dwell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Thee and Thine in heaven.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n93"></a>93. GRACES FOR CHILDREN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What God gives, and what we take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis a gift for Christ, His sake:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be the meal of beans and peas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God be thanked for those and these:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have we flesh, or have we fish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All are fragments from His dish.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He His Church save, and the king;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And our peace here, like a spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make it ever flourishing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n94"></a>94. GOD TO BE FIRST SERVED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Honour thy parents; but good manners call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee to adore thy God the first of all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n95"></a>95. ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here a little child I stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heaving up my either hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cold as paddocks though they be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here I lift them up to Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a benison to fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On our meat and on us all. Amen.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Paddocks</i>, frogs.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n96"></a>96. A CHRISTMAS CAROL SUNG TO THE KING IN<br />THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What sweeter music can we bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Than a carol for to sing<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span>
+<span class="i3">The birth of this our heavenly King?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Awake the voice! awake the string!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Heart, ear, and eye, and everything<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Awake! the while the active finger<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Runs division with the singer.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="czerop"><i>FROM THE FLOURISH THEY CAME TO THE SONG.</i></p>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Dark and dull night, fly hence away<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And give the honour to this day<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That sees December turn'd to May.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. If we may ask the reason, say<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The why and wherefore all things here<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Seem like the spring-time of the year.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">3. Why does the chilling winter's morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Smile like a field beset with corn?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Or smell like to a mead new shorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Thus, on the sudden?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i11">4. Come and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The cause, why things thus fragrant be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">'Tis He is born, whose quick'ning birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Gives life and lustre, public mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To heaven and the under-earth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We see Him come, and know Him ours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Who, with His sunshine and His showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Turns all the patient ground to flowers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. The darling of the world is come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And fit it is we find a room<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
+<span class="i3">To welcome Him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">2. The nobler part<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Of all the house here is the heart,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which we will give Him; and bequeath<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">This holly and this ivy wreath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To do Him honour; who's our King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And Lord of all this revelling.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="czerop"><i>The musical part was composed by M. Henry Lawes.</i></p>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Division</i>, a rapid passage of music sung in one breath or a single
+syllable.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n97"></a>97. THE NEW-YEAR'S GIFT: OR, CIRCUMCISION'S<br />SONG. SUNG TO THE KING IN
+THE<br />PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Prepare for songs; He's come, He's come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And be it sin here to be dumb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And not with lutes to fill the room.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. Cast holy water all about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And have a care no fire goes out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">But 'cense the porch and place throughout.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">3. The altars all on fire be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The storax fries; and ye may see<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">How heart and hand do all agree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make things sweet. <i>Chor.</i> Yet all less sweet than He.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">4. Bring Him along, most pious priest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And tell us then, whenas thou seest<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">His gently-gliding, dove-like eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And hear'st His whimpering and His cries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">How can'st thou this Babe circumcise?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">5. Ye must not be more pitiful than wise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">For, now unless ye see Him bleed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Which makes the bapti'm, 'tis decreed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The birth is fruitless. <i>Chor.</i> Then the work God speed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Touch gently, gently touch; and here<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Spring tulips up through all the year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And from His sacred blood, here shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May roses grow to crown His own dear head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Back, back again; each thing is done<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">With zeal alike, as 'twas begun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Now singing, homeward let us carry<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The Babe unto His mother Mary;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And when we have the Child commended<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To her warm bosom, then our rites are ended.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><i>Composed by M. Henry Lawes.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n98"></a>98. ANOTHER NEW-YEAR'S GIFT: OR, SONG FOR<br />THE CIRCUMCISION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Hence, hence profane, and none appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">With anything unhallowed here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">No jot of leaven must be found<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Conceal'd in this most holy ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. What is corrupt, or sour'd with sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Leave that without, then enter in;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But let no Christmas mirth begin<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Before ye purge and circumcise<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Your hearts, and hands, lips, ears, and eyes.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">3. Then, like a perfum'd altar, see<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">That all things sweet and clean may be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">For here's a Babe that, like a bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Will blush to death if ought be spi'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Ill-scenting, or unpurifi'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The room is 'cens'd: help, help t' invoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Heaven to come down, the while we choke<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">The temple with a cloud of smoke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">4. Come then, and gently touch the birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Of Him, who's Lord of Heaven and Earth:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">5. And softly handle Him; y'ad need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Because the pretty Babe does bleed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Poor pitied Child! who from Thy stall<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Bring'st, in Thy blood, a balm that shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Be the best New-Year's gift to all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Let's bless the Babe: and, as we sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">His praise, so let us bless the King.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Long may He live till He hath told<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">His New-Years trebled to His old:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And when that's done, to re-aspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A new-born Ph&#339;nix from His own chaste fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n99"></a>99. GOD'S PARDON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For once in hell, none knows remission there.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n100"></a>100. SIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And was committed, not remitted there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n101"></a>101. EVIL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Evil no nature hath; the loss of good<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is that which gives to sin a livelihood.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n102"></a>102. THE STAR-SONG: A CAROL TO THE KING<br />SUNG AT WHITEHALL.</h3>
+
+<p class="czerop"><i>The Flourish of Music; then followed the Song.</i></p>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">1. Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Where is the Babe but lately sprung?<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Lies he the lily-banks among?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">2. Or say, if this new Birth of ours<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">All doubts, and manifest the where.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">3. Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Him in the morning's blushing cheek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Or search the beds of spices through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To find him out.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6"><i>Star.</i> No, this ye need not do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">But only come and see Him rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">A Princely Babe in's mother's breast.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's seen, He's seen! why then a round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Let's kiss the sweet and holy ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And all rejoice that we have found<br /></span>
+<span class="i3"><i>A King before conception crown'd</i>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">4. Come then, come then, and let us bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Unto our pretty Twelfth-tide King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Each one his several offering;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when night comes, we'll give Him wassailing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And that His treble honours may be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">We'll choose Him King, and make His mother Queen.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n103"></a>103. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With golden censers, and with incense, here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before Thy virgin-altar I appear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To pay Thee that I owe, since what I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In, or without, all, all belongs to Thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where shall I now begin to make, for one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Least loan of Thine, half restitution?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! I cannot pay a jot; therefore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll kiss the tally, and confess the score.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ten thousand talents lent me, Thou dost write;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis true, my God, but I can't pay one mite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tally</i>, the record of his score or debt.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n104"></a>104. TO HIS DEAR GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">I'll hope no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For things that will not come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if they do, they prove but cumbersome.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Wealth brings much woe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, since it fortunes so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis better to be poor<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Than so t' abound<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As to be drown'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or overwhelm'd with store.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Pale care, avaunt!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll learn to be content<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With that small stock Thy bounty gave or lent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">What may conduce<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To my most healthful use,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Almighty God, me grant;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But that, or this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That hurtful is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deny Thy suppliant.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n105"></a>105. TO GOD: HIS GOOD WILL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gold I have none, but I present my need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Thou, that crown'st the will, where wants the deed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where rams are wanting, or large bullocks' thighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There a poor lamb's a plenteous sacrifice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take then his vows, who, if he had it, would<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devote to Thee both incense, myrrh and gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon an altar rear'd by him, and crown'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both with the ruby, pearl, and diamond.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n106"></a>106. ON HEAVEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Permit mine eyes to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part, or the whole of Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O happy place!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where all have grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And garlands shar'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For their reward;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where each chaste soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In long white stole,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And palms in hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do ravish'd stand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So in a ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The praises sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Three in One<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That fill the Throne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While harps and viols then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To voices say, Amen.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n107"></a>107. THE SUM AND THE SATISFACTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Last night I drew up mine account,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And found my debits to amount<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To such a height, as for to tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How I should pay 's impossible.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, this I'll do: my mighty score<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy mercy-seat I'll lay before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But therewithal I'll bring the band<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, in full force, did daring stand<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Till my Redeemer, on the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made void for millions, as for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, if thou bidst me pay, or go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the prison, I'll say, no;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ having paid, I nothing owe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, this is sure, the debt is dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By law, the bond once cancelled.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Score</i>, debt or reckoning.<br />
+
+<i>Band</i>, bond.<br />
+
+<i>Daring</i>, frightening.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n108"></a>108. GOOD MEN AFFLICTED MOST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God makes not good men wantons, but doth bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them to the field, and, there, to skirmishing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With trials those, with terrors these He proves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hazards those most whom the most He loves;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Sceva, darts; for Cocles, dangers; thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He finds a fire for mighty Mutius;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death for stout Cato; and besides all these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A poison, too, He has for Socrates;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Torments for high Attilius; and, with want,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brings in Fabricius for a combatant:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bastard-slips, and such as He dislikes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He never brings them once to th' push of pikes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n109"></a>109. GOOD CHRISTIANS</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Play their offensive and defensive parts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they be hid o'er with a wood of darts.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n110"></a>110. THE WILL THE CAUSE OF WOE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When man is punish'd, he is plagued still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not for the fault of nature, but of will.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n111"></a>111. TO HEAVEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Open thy gates<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To him, who weeping waits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And might come in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that held back by sin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let mercy be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So kind to set me free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will straight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come in, or force the gate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n112"></a>112. THE RECOMPENSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All I have lost that could be rapt from me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fare it well: yet, Herrick, if so be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy dearest Saviour renders thee but one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smile, that one smile's full restitution.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n113"></a>113. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pardon me, God, once more I Thee entreat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I have placed Thee in so mean a seat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where round about Thou seest but all things vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Uncircumcis'd, unseason'd and profane.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But as Heaven's public and immortal eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looks on the filth, but is not soil'd thereby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So Thou, my God, may'st on this impure look,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But take no tincture from my sinful book:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let but one beam of glory on it shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that will make me and my work divine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n114"></a>114. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord, I am like to mistletoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which has no root, and cannot grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or prosper but by that same tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It clings about; so I by Thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What need I then to fear at all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So long as I about Thee crawl?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if that tree should fall and die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tumble shall heav'n, and down will I.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n115"></a>115. HIS WISH TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I would to God that mine old age might have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before my last, but here a living grave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some one poor almshouse; there to lie, or stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ghostlike, as in my meaner sepulchre;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little piggin and a pipkin by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hold things fitting my necessity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which rightly used, both in their time and place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might me excite to fore and after-grace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy Cross, my Christ, fix'd 'fore mine eyes should be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not to adore that, but to worship Thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, here the remnant of my days I'd spend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reading Thy Bible, and my Book; so end.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Piggin</i>, a small wooden vessel.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n116"></a>116. SATAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When we 'gainst Satan stoutly fight, the more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He tears and tugs us than he did before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neglecting once to cast a frown on those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom ease makes his without the help of blows.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n117"></a>117. HELL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hell is no other but a soundless pit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no one beam of comfort peeps in it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n118"></a>118. THE WAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I a ship see on the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cuff'd with those wat'ry savages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And therewithal behold it hath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all that way no beaten path,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, with a wonder, I confess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art our way i' th' wilderness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And while we blunder in the dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art our candle there, or spark.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n119"></a>119. GREAT GRIEF, GREAT GLORY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The more our crowns of glory there increase.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n120"></a>120. HELL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hell is the place where whipping-cheer abounds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no one jailer there to wash the wounds.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n121"></a>121. THE BELLMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Along the dark and silent night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my lantern and my light,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And the tinkling of my bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus I walk, and this I tell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death and dreadfulness call on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the gen'ral session,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To whose dismal bar we there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All accounts must come to clear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scores of sins w'ave made here many,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wip'd out few, God knows, if any.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rise, ye debtors, then, and fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make payment while I call.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ponder this, when I am gone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the clock 'tis almost one.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n122"></a>122. THE GOODNESS OF HIS GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When winds and seas do rage<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And threaten to undo me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou dost, their wrath assuage<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If I but call unto Thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A mighty storm last night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did seek my soul to swallow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But by the peep of light<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A gentle calm did follow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What need I then despair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though ills stand round about me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since mischiefs neither dare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bark or bite without Thee?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n123"></a>123. THE WIDOWS' TEARS: OR, DIRGE OF DORCAS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come pity us, all ye who see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our harps hung on the willow tree:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come pity us, ye passers-by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who see or hear poor widows cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come pity us; and bring your ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And eyes to pity widows' tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when you are come hither<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Then we will keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">A fast, and weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Our eyes out altogether.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For Tabitha, who dead lies here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clean washed, and laid out for the bier,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O modest matrons, weep and wail!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For now the corn and wine must fail:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The basket and the bin of bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherewith so many souls were fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stand empty here for ever:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And ah! the poor<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At thy worn door<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shall be relieved never.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Woe worth the time, woe worth the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That 'reaved us of thee, Tabitha!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we have lost with thee the meal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bits, the morsels, and the deal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of gentle paste and yielding dough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thou on widows did'st bestow.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All's gone, and death hath taken<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Away from us<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Our maundy; thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thy widows stand forsaken.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, Dorcas, Dorcas! now adieu<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We bid the cruse and pannier too:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ay, and the flesh, for and the fish<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doled to us in that lordly dish.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We take our leaves now of the loom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From whence the housewives' cloth did come:<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The web affords now nothing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Thou being dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The worsted thread<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Is cut, that made us clothing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Farewell the flax and reaming wool<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which thy house was plentiful;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Farewell the coats, the garments, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sheets, the rugs, made by thy hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Farewell thy fire and thy light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ne'er went out by day or night:<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No, or thy zeal so speedy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That found a way<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">By peep of day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To feed and cloth the needy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, ah, alas! the almond bough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And olive branch is withered now.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The wine press now is ta'en from us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The saffron and the calamus.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spice and spikenard hence is gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The storax and the cinnamon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The carol of our gladness<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Has taken wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And our late spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of mirth is turned to sadness.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How wise wast thou in all thy ways!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How worthy of respect and praise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How matron-like didst thou go dressed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How soberly above the rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of those that prank it with their plumes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And jet it with their choice perfumes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy vestures were not flowing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Nor did the street<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Accuse thy feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of mincing in their going.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And though thou here li'st dead, we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A deal of beauty yet in thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How sweetly shows thy smiling face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy lips with all-diffused grace!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy hands, though cold, yet spotless white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And comely as the chrysolite!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy belly like a hill is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or as a neat<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Clean heap of wheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">All set about with lilies.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep with thy beauties here, while we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will show these garments made by thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These were the coats, in these are read<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The monuments of Dorcas dead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These were thy acts, and thou shall have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These hung as honours o'er thy grave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And after us, distressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Should fame be dumb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Thy very tomb<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Would cry out, Thou art blessed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Deal</i>, portion.<br />
+
+<i>Maundy</i>, the alms given on Thursday in Holy Week.<br />
+
+<i>Reaming</i>, drawing out into threads.<br />
+
+<i>Calamus</i>, a fragrant plant, the sweet flag.<br />
+
+<i>Chrysolite</i>, the topaz.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n124"></a>124. TO GOD IN TIME OF PLUNDERING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rapine has yet took nought from me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if it please my God I be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought at the last to th' utmost bit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God make me thankful still for it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have been grateful for my store:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me say grace when there's no more.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n125"></a>125. TO HIS SAVIOUR. THE NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That little pretty bleeding part<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of foreskin send to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll return a bleeding heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For New-Year's gift to Thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rich is the gem that Thou did'st send,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mine's faulty too and small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet this gift Thou wilt commend<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because I send Thee all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n126"></a>126. DOOMSDAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let not that day God's friends and servants scare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bench is then their place, and not the bar.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n127"></a>127. THE POOR'S PORTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sup'rabundance of my store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is the portion of the poor:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wheat, barley, rye, or oats; what is't<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But He takes toll of? all the grist.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two raiments have I: Christ then makes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This law; that He and I part stakes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or have I two loaves, then I use<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The poor to cut, and I to choose.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n128"></a>128. THE WHITE ISLAND: OR, PLACE OF THE BLEST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In this world, the isle of dreams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While we sit by sorrow's streams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tears and terrors are our themes<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Reciting:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when once from hence we fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More and more approaching nigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto young Eternity<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Uniting:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In that whiter island, where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Things are evermore sincere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Candour here, and lustre there<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Delighting:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There no monstrous fancies shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of hell an horror call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To create, or cause at all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Affrighting.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There in calm and cooling sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We our eyes shall never steep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But eternal watch shall keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Attending<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pleasures, such as shall pursue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me immortalised, and you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fresh joys, as never to<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Have ending.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n129"></a>129. TO CHRIST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I crawl, I creep; my Christ, I come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Thee for curing balsamum:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast, nay more, Thou art the tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Affording salve of sovereignty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My mouth I'll lay unto Thy wound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bleeding, that no blood touch the ground:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, rather than one drop shall fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To waste, my <span class="smcap">Jesu</span>, I'll take all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n130"></a>130. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God! to my little meal and oil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Add but a bit of flesh to boil:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Thou my pipkinet shalt see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give a wave-off'ring unto Thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n131"></a>131. FREE WELCOME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God He refuseth no man, but makes way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all that now come or hereafter may.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n132"></a>132. GOD'S GRACE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's grace deserves here to be daily fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, thus increased, it might be perfected.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n133"></a>133. COMING TO CHRIST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To him who longs unto his Christ to go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Celerity even itself is slow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n134"></a>134. CORRECTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God had but one Son free from sin; but none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all His sons free from correction.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n135"></a>135. GOD'S BOUNTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, as He's potent, so He's likewise known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give us more than hope can fix upon.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n136"></a>136. KNOWLEDGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Science in God is known to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A substance, not a quality.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n137"></a>137. SALUTATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ, I have read, did to His chaplains say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sending them forth, Salute no man by th' way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not that He taught His ministers to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unsmooth or sour to all civility,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to instruct them to avoid all snares<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of tardidation in the Lord's affairs.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Manners are good; but till His errand ends,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Salute we must nor strangers, kin, or friends.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tardidation</i>, sloth.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n138"></a>138. LASCIVIOUSNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lasciviousness is known to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sister to saturity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n139"></a>139. TEARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God from our eyes all tears hereafter wipes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gives His children kisses then, not stripes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n140"></a>140. GOD'S BLESSING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless God gives the benedicite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n141"></a>141. GOD, AND LORD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is His name of nature; but that word<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Implies His power when He's called the Lord.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n142"></a>142. THE JUDGMENT-DAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God hides from man the reck'ning day, that he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May fear it ever for uncertainty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That being ignorant of that one, he may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Expect the coming of it every day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n143"></a>143. ANGELS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Angels are called gods; yet of them, none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are gods but by participation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As just men are entitled gods, yet none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are gods of them but by adoption.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n144"></a>144. LONG LIFE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The longer thread of life we spin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The more occasion still to sin.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n145"></a>145. TEARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The tears of saints more sweet by far<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than all the songs of sinners are.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n146"></a>146. MANNA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That manna, which God on His people cast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fitted itself to ev'ry feeder's taste.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n147"></a>147. REVERENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">True rev'rence is, as Cassiodore doth prove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fear of God commix'd with cleanly love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Cassiodore</i>, Marcus Aurelius Cassiodorus, theologian and statesman
+497-575?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n148"></a>148. MERCY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mercy, the wise Athenians held to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not an affection, but a deity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n149"></a>149. WAGES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After this life, the wages shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not shared alike be unto all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n150"></a>150. TEMPTATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God tempteth no one, as St. Austin saith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For any ill, but for the proof of faith;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto temptation God exposeth some,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But none of purpose to be overcome.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n151"></a>151. GOD'S HANDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's hands are round and smooth, that gifts may fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Freely from them and hold none back at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n152"></a>152. LABOUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Labour we must, and labour hard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I' th' forum here, or vineyard.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n153"></a>153. MORA SPONSI, THE STAY OF THE BRIDEGROOM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The time the bridegroom stays from hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is but the time of penitence.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n154"></a>154. ROARING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Roaring is nothing but a weeping part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forced from the mighty dolour of the heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n155"></a>155. THE EUCHARIST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>He that is hurt seeks help</i>: sin is the wound;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The salve for this i' th' Eucharist is found.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n156"></a>156. SIN SEVERELY PUNISHED.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God in His own day will be then severe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To punish great sins, who small faults whipt here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n157"></a>157. MONTES SCRIPTURARUM: THE MOUNTS OF THE<br />SCRIPTURES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mountains of the Scriptures are, some say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moses, and Jesus, called Joshua:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The prophets, mountains of the Old are meant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Th' apostles, mounts of the New Testament.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n158"></a>158. PRAYER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A prayer that is said alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Starves, having no companion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Great things ask for when thou dost pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And those great are which ne'er decay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray not for silver, rust eats this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ask not for gold, which metal is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor yet for houses, which are here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But earth: <i>such vows ne'er reach God's ear</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n159"></a>159. CHRIST'S SADNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ was not sad, i' th' garden, for His own<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passion, but for His sheep's dispersion.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n160"></a>160. GOD HEARS US.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, who's in heaven, will hear from thence;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If not to th' sound, yet to the sense.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n161"></a>161. GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, as the learned Damascene doth write,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sea of substance is, indefinite.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>The learned Damascene</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, St. John of Damascus.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n162"></a>162. CLOUDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He that ascended in a cloud, shall come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In clouds descending to the public doom.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n163"></a>163. COMFORTS IN CONTENTIONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The same who crowns the conqueror, will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A coadjutor in the agony.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n164"></a>164. HEAVEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Heaven is most fair; but fairer He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That made that fairest canopy.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n165"></a>165. GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In God there's nothing, but 'tis known to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even God Himself, in perfect entity.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n166"></a>166. HIS POWER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God can do all things, save but what are known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to imply a contradiction.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n167"></a>167. CHRIST'S WORDS ON THE CROSS: MY GOD, MY<br />GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ, when He hung the dreadful cross upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had, as it were, a dereliction<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this regard, in those great terrors He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had no one beam from God's sweet majesty.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Dereliction</i>, abandonment.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n168"></a>168. JEHOVAH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jehovah, as Bo&euml;tius saith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No number of the plural hath.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n169"></a>169. CONFUSION OF FACE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God then confounds man's face when He not bears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vows of those who are petitioners.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n170"></a>170. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The shame of man's face is no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than prayers repell'd, says Cassiodore.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n171"></a>171. BEGGARS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jacob God's beggar was; and so we wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though ne'er so rich, all beggars at His gate.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n172"></a>172. GOOD AND BAD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bad among the good are here mix'd ever;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The good without the bad are here plac'd never.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n173"></a>173. SIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Sin no existence; nature none it hath,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Or good at all</i>, as learned Aquinas saith.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n174"></a>174. MARTHA, MARTHA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The repetition of the name made known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No other than Christ's full affection.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n175"></a>175. YOUTH AND AGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God on our youth bestows but little ease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But on our age most sweet indulgences.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n176"></a>176. GOD'S POWER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is so potent, as His power can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draw out of bad a sovereign good to man.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n177"></a>177. PARADISE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Paradise is, as from the learn'd I gather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A choir of bless'd souls circling in the Father</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n178"></a>178. OBSERVATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Jews, when they built houses, I have read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One part thereof left still unfinished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make them thereby mindful of their own<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">City's most sad and dire destruction.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n179"></a>179. THE ASS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God did forbid the Israelites to bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An ass unto Him for an offering,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only, by this dull creature, to express<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His detestation to all slothfulness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n180"></a>180. OBSERVATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Virgin Mother stood at distance, there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From her Son's cross, not shedding once a tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because the law forbad to sit and cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For those who did as malefactors die.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So she, to keep her mighty woes in awe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tortured her love not to transgress the law.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Observe we may, how Mary Joses then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And th' other Mary, Mary Magdalen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat by the grave; and sadly sitting there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shed for their Master many a bitter tear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'twas not till their dearest Lord was dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then to weep they both were licensed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n181"></a>181. TAPERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those tapers which we set upon the grave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In fun'ral pomp, but this importance have:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That souls departed are not put out quite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But as they walked here in their vestures white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So live in heaven in everlasting light.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n182"></a>182. CHRIST'S BIRTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One birth our Saviour had; the like none yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was, or will be a second like to it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n183"></a>183. THE VIRGIN MARY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To work a wonder, God would have her shown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At once a bud and yet a rose full-blown.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n184"></a>184. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As sunbeams pierce the glass, and streaming in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No crack or schism leave i' th' subtle skin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the Divine Hand worked and brake no thread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, in a mother, kept a maidenhead.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n185"></a>185. GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, in the holy tongue, they call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The place that filleth all in all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n186"></a>186. ANOTHER OF GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's said to leave this place, and for to come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nearer to that place than to other some,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of local motion, in no least respect,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But only by impression of effect.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n187"></a>187. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is Jehovah call'd: which name of His<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Implies or Essence, or the He that Is.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n188"></a>188. GOD'S PRESENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's evident, and may be said to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Present with just men, to the verity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with the wicked if He doth comply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis, as St. Bernard saith, but seemingly.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n189"></a>189. GOD'S DWELLING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's said to dwell there, wheresoever He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Puts down some prints of His high Majesty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when to man He comes, and there doth place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His Holy Spirit, or doth plant His Grace.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n190"></a>190. THE VIRGIN MARY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Virgin Mary was, as I have read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The House of God, by Christ inhabited;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the which He entered, but, the door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once shut, was never to be open'd more.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n191"></a>191. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's undivided, One in Persons Three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Three in inconfused unity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Original of Essence there is none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twixt God the Father, Holy Ghost, and Son:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though the Father be the first of Three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis but by order, not by entity.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n192"></a>192. UPON WOMAN AND MARY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So long, it seem'd, as Mary's faith was small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ did her woman, not her Mary call;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no more woman, being strong in faith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Mary call'd then, as St. Ambrose saith.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n193"></a>193. NORTH AND SOUTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Jews their beds and offices of ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Placed north and south for these clean purposes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That man's uncomely froth might not molest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God's ways and walks, which lie still east and west.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n194"></a>194. SABBATHS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sabbaths are threefold, as St. Austin says:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first of time, or Sabbath here of days;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The second is a conscience trespass-free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last the Sabbath of Eternity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n195"></a>195. THE FAST, OR LENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Noah the first was, as tradition says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That did ordain the fast of forty days.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n196"></a>196. SIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is no evil that we do commit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But hath th' extraction of some good from it:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when we sin, God, the great Chemist, thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draws out th' elixir of true penitence.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n197"></a>197. GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is more here than in another place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not by His essence, but commerce of grace.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n198"></a>198. THIS, AND THE NEXT WORLD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God hath this world for many made, 'tis true:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But He hath made the World to Come for few.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n199"></a>199. EASE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God gives to none so absolute an ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As not to know or feel some grievances.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n200"></a>200. BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Paul, he began ill, but he ended well;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Judas began well, but he foully fell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In godliness not the beginnings so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Much as the ends are to be look'd unto.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n201"></a>201. TEMPORAL GOODS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These temporal goods God, the most wise, commends<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To th' good and bad in common for two ends:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First, that these goods none here may o'er-esteem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because the wicked do partake of them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, that these ills none cowardly may shun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Being, oft here, the just man's portion.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n202"></a>202. HELL FIRE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fire of hell this strange condition hath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To burn, not shine, as learned Basil saith.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n203"></a>203. ABEL'S BLOOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Speak, did the blood of Abel cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To God for vengeance? Yes, say I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ev'n as the sprinkled blood called on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God for an expiation.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n204"></a>204. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blood of Abel was a thing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of such a rev'rend reckoning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As that the old world thought it fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Especially to swear by it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n205"></a>205. A POSITION IN THE HEBREW DIVINITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One man repentant is of more esteem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With God, than one that never sinned 'gainst Him.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n206"></a>206. PENITENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The doctors, in the Talmud, say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That in this world one only day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In true repentance spent will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More worth than heaven's eternity.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n207"></a>207. GOD'S PRESENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's present everywhere, but most of all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Present by union hypostatical:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God, He is there, where's nothing else, schools say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nothing else is there where He's away.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Hypostatical</i>, personal.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n208"></a>208. THE RESURRECTION POSSIBLE AND PROBABLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For each one body that i' th' earth is sown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's an uprising but of one for one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for each grain that in the ground is thrown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Threescore or fourscore spring up thence for one:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that the wonder is not half so great<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of ours as is the rising of the wheat.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n209"></a>209. CHRIST'S SUFFERING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Justly our dearest Saviour may abhor us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hath more suffered by us far, than for us.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n210"></a>210. SINNERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sinners confounded are a twofold way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either as when, the learned schoolmen say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men's sins destroyed are when they repent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or when, for sins, men suffer punishment.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n211"></a>211. TEMPTATIONS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No man is tempted so but may o'ercome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If that he has a will to masterdom.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n212"></a>212. PITY AND PUNISHMENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God doth embrace the good with love; and gains<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The good by mercy, as the bad by pains.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n213"></a>213. GOD'S PRICE AND MAN'S PRICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God bought man here with His heart's blood expense;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And man sold God here for base thirty pence.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n214"></a>214. CHRIST'S ACTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ never did so great a work but there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His human nature did in part appear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or ne'er so mean a piece but men might see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therein some beams of His Divinity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that in all He did there did combine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His human nature and His part divine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n215"></a>215. PREDESTINATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Predestination is the cause alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of many standing, but of fall to none.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n216"></a>216. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Art thou not destin'd? then with haste go on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make thy fair predestination:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou can'st change thy life, God then will please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To change, or call back, His past sentences.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n217"></a>217. SIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sin never slew a soul unless there went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along with it some tempting blandishment.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n218"></a>218. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sin is an act so free, that if we shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say 'tis not free, 'tis then no sin at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n219"></a>219. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cause of God's predestination:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from God's prescience of man's sin doth flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our destination to eternal woe.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n220"></a>220. PRESCIENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's prescience makes none sinful; but th' offence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of man's the chief cause of God's prescience.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n221"></a>221. CHRIST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To all our wounds here, whatsoe'er they be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ is the one sufficient remedy.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n222"></a>222. CHRIST'S INCARNATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ took our nature on Him, not that He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Bove all things loved it for the purity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, but He dress'd Him with our human trim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because our flesh stood most in need of Him.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n223"></a>223. HEAVEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Heaven is not given for our good works here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet it is given to the labourer.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n224"></a>224. GOD'S KEYS</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God has four keys, which He reserves alone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first of rain; the key of hell next known;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the third key He opes and shuts the womb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with the fourth key he unlocks the tomb.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n225"></a>225. SIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's no constraint to do amiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereas but one enforcement is.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n226"></a>226. ALMS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give unto all, lest he, whom thou deni'st,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May chance to be no other man but Christ.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n227"></a>227. HELL FIRE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One only fire has hell; but yet it shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not after one sort there excruciate all:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But look, how each transgressor onward went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Boldly in sin, shall feel more punishment.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n228"></a>228. TO KEEP A TRUE LENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is this a fast, to keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The larder lean?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And clean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From fat of veals and sheep?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is it to quit the dish<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of flesh, yet still<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">To fill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The platter high with fish?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is it to fast an hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or ragg'd to go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Or show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A downcast look and sour?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No; 'tis a fast to dole<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thy sheaf of wheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the hungry soul.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is to fast from strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From old debate<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And hate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To circumcise thy life.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To show a heart grief-rent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To starve thy sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Not bin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that's to keep thy Lent.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n229"></a>229. NO TIME IN ETERNITY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By hours we all live here; in Heaven is known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No spring of time, or time's succession.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n230"></a>230. HIS MEDITATION UPON DEATH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be those few hours, which I have yet to spend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blest with the meditation of my end:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though they be few in number, I'm content:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If otherwise, I stand indifferent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor makes it matter Nestor's years to tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If man lives long and if he live not well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A multitude of days still heaped on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seldom brings order, but confusion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might I make choice, long life should be withstood;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor would I care how short it were, if good:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which to effect, let ev'ry passing-bell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Possess my thoughts, "Next comes my doleful knell":<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when the night persuades me to my bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll think I'm going to be buried.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So shall the blankets which come over me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Present those turfs which once must cover me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with as firm behaviour I will meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sheet I sleep in as my winding-sheet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When sleep shall bathe his body in mine eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will believe that then my body dies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if I chance to wake and rise thereon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll have in mind my resurrection,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which must produce me to that General Doom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To which the peasant, so the prince, must come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear the Judge give sentence on the throne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without the least hope of affection.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tears, at that day, shall make but weak defence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When hell and horror fright the conscience.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me, though late, yet at the last, begin<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To shun the least temptation to a sin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though to be tempted be no sin, until<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man to th' alluring object gives his will.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such let my life assure me, when my breath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goes thieving from me, I am safe in death;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which is the height of comfort: when I fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I rise triumphant in my funeral.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Affection</i>, partiality.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n231"></a>231. CLOTHES FOR CONTINUANCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those garments lasting evermore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are works of mercy to the poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which neither tettar, time, or moth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall fray that silk or fret this cloth.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tettar</i>, scab.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n232"></a>232. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come to me, God; but do not come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To me as to the General Doom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In power; or come Thou in that state<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Thou Thy laws did'st promulgate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas the mountain quaked for dread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sullen clouds bound up his head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No; lay Thy stately terrors by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To talk with me familiarly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if Thy thunder-claps I hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I shall less swoon than die for fear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speak Thou of love and I'll reply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By way of Epithalamy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or sing of mercy and I'll suit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To it my viol and my lute;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus let Thy lips but love distil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then come, my God, and hap what will.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Mountain</i>, orig. ed. <i>mountains</i>.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n233"></a>233. THE SOUL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When once the soul has lost her way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O then how restless does she stray!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And having not her God for light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How does she err in endless night!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n234"></a>234. THE JUDGMENT-DAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In doing justice God shall then be known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who showing mercy here, few prized, or none.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n235"></a>235. SUFFERINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We merit all we suffer, and by far<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More stripes than God lays on the sufferer.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n236"></a>236. PAIN AND PLEASURE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God suffers not His saints and servants dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have continual pain or pleasure here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But look how night succeeds the day, so He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n237"></a>237. GOD'S PRESENCE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is all-present to whate'er we do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as all-present, so all-filling too.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n238"></a>238. ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That there's a God we all do know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what God is we cannot show.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n239"></a>239. THE POOR MAN'S PART.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell me, rich man, for what intent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou load'st with gold thy vestiment?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas the poor cry out: To us<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Belongs all gold superfluous.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n240"></a>240. THE RIGHT HAND.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God has a right hand, but is quite bereft<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of that which we do nominate the left.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n241"></a>241. THE STAFF AND ROD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two instruments belong unto our God:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The one a staff is and the next a rod;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That if the twig should chance too much to smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The staff might come to play the friendly part.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n242"></a>242. GOD SPARING IN SCOURGING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God still rewards us more than our desert;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when He strikes, He quarter-acts His part.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n243"></a>243. CONFESSION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Confession twofold is, as Austin says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first of sin is, and the next of praise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ill it goes with thee, thy faults confess:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If well, then chant God's praise with cheerfulness.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n244"></a>244. GOD'S DESCENT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God is then said for to descend, when He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doth here on earth some thing of novity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when in human nature He works more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than ever yet the like was done before.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n245"></a>245. NO COMING TO GOD WITHOUT CHRIST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good and great God! how should I fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To come to Thee if Christ not there!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could I but think He would not be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Present to plead my cause for me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hell I'd rather run than I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would see Thy face and He not by.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n246"></a>246. ANOTHER TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though Thou be'st all that active love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which heats those ravished souls above;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though all joys spring from the glance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Thy most winning countenance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet sour and grim Thou'dst seem to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If through my Christ I saw not Thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n247"></a>247. THE RESURRECTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That Christ did die, the pagan saith;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that He rose, that's Christians' faith.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n248"></a>248. CO-HEIRS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We are co-heirs with Christ; nor shall His own<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heirship be less by our adoption.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The number here of heirs shall from the state<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of His great birthright nothing derogate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n249"></a>249. THE NUMBER OF TWO.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God hates the dual number, being known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The luckless number of division;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when He bless'd each sev'ral day whereon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He did His curious operation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis never read there, as the fathers say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God bless'd His work done on the second day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherefore two prayers ought not to be said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or by ourselves, or from the pulpit read.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n250"></a>250. HARDENING OF HEARTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's said our hearts to harden then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas His grace not supples men.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n251"></a>251. THE ROSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Before man's fall the rose was born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for man's fault then was the thorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without the fragrant rose-bud born;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ne'er the rose without the thorn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n252"></a>252. GOD'S TIME MUST END OUR TROUBLE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God doth not promise here to man that He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will free him quickly from his misery;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then He will give a happy end to it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n253"></a>253. BAPTISM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The strength of baptism that's within,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It saves the soul by drowning sin.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n254"></a>254. GOLD AND FRANKINCENSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gold serves for tribute to the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The frankincense for God's off'ring.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n255"></a>255. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, who me gives a will for to repent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will add a power to keep me innocent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I shall ne'er that trespass recommit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I have done true penance here for it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n256"></a>256. THE CHEWING THE CUD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When well we speak and nothing do that's good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We not divide the hoof, but chew the cud;<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when good words by good works have their proof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We then both chew the cud and cleave the hoof.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n257"></a>257. CHRIST'S TWOFOLD COMING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy former coming was to cure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My soul's most desp'rate calenture;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy second advent, that must be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To heal my earth's infirmity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Calenture</i>, delirium caused by excessive heat.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n258"></a>258. TO GOD, HIS GIFT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As my little pot doth boil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will keep this level-coil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That a wave and I will bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my God a heave-offering.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Level-coil</i>, the old Christmas game of changing chairs; to "keep
+level-coil" means to change about.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n259"></a>259. GOD'S ANGER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God can't be wrathful: but we may conclude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wrathful He may be by similitude:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God's wrathful said to be, when He doth do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That without wrath which wrath doth force us to.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n260"></a>260. GOD'S COMMANDS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In God's commands ne'er ask the reason why;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let thy obedience be the best reply.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n261"></a>261. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I have played the truant, or have here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Failed in my part, oh! Thou that art my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My mild, my loving tutor, Lord and God!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Correct my errors gently with Thy rod.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know that faults will many here be found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But where sin swells there let Thy grace abound.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n262"></a>262. TO GOD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The work is done; now let my laurel be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Given by none but by Thyself to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, with honour Thou dost me create<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy poet, and Thy prophet Laureate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n263"></a>263. GOOD FRIDAY: REX TRAGICUS; OR, CHRIST<br />GOING TO HIS CROSS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Put off Thy robe of purple, then go on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the sad place of execution:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thine hour is come, and the tormentor stands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ready to pierce Thy tender feet and hands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long before this, the base, the dull, the rude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Th' inconstant and unpurged multitude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yawn for Thy coming; some ere this time cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How He defers, how loath He is to die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amongst this scum, the soldier with his spear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that sour fellow with his vinegar,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">His sponge, and stick, do ask why Thou dost stay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So do the scurf and bran too. Go Thy way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy way, Thou guiltless man, and satisfy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By Thine approach each their beholding eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not as a thief shalt Thou ascend the mount,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But like a person of some high account;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Cross shall be Thy stage, and Thou shalt there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spacious field have for Thy theatre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art that Roscius and that marked-out man<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That must this day act the tragedian<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wonder and affrightment: Thou art He<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom all the flux of nations comes to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not those poor thieves that act their parts with Thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those act without regard, when once a king<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And God, as Thou art, comes to suffering.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, no; this scene from Thee takes life, and sense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soul, and spirit, plot and excellence.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why then, begin, great King! ascend Thy throne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thence proceed to act Thy Passion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To such an height, to such a period raised,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As hell, and earth, and heav'n may stand amazed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God and good angels guide Thee; and so bless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee in Thy several parts of bitterness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That those who see Thee nail'd unto the tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May, though they scorn Thee, praise and pity Thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we, Thy lovers, while we see Thee keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The laws of action, will both sigh and weep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring our spices to embalm Thee dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That done, we'll see Thee sweetly buried.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Scurf and bran</i>, the rabble.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n264"></a>264. HIS WORDS TO CHRIST GOING TO THE CROSS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Thou wast taken, Lord, I oft have read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All Thy disciples Thee forsook and fled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let their example not a pattern be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For me to fly, but now to follow Thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n265"></a>265. ANOTHER TO HIS SAVIOUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If Thou be'st taken, God forbid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I fly from Thee, as others did:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if Thou wilt so honour me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to accept my company,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll follow Thee, hap hap what shall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both to the judge and judgment hall:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, if I see Thee posted there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be all-flayed with whipping-cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll take my share; or else, my God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy stripes I'll kiss, or burn the rod.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n266"></a>266. HIS SAVIOUR'S WORDS GOING TO THE CROSS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Have, have ye no regard, all ye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who pass this way, to pity Me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who am a man of misery!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A man both bruis'd, and broke, and one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who suffers not here for Mine own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for My friends' transgression!<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! Sion's daughters, do not fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cross, the cords, the nails, the spear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The myrrh, the gall, the vinegar;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For Christ, your loving Saviour, hath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drunk up the wine of God's fierce wrath;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only there's left a little froth,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Less for to taste than for to show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What bitter cups had been your due,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had He not drank them up for you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n267"></a>267. HIS ANTHEM TO CHRIST ON THE CROSS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">When I behold Thee, almost slain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">With one and all parts full of pain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">When I Thy gentle heart do see<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Pierced through and dropping blood for me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">I'll call, and cry out, thanks to Thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><i>Vers.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But yet it wounds my soul to think<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">That for my sin Thou, Thou must drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Even Thou alone, the bitter cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Of fury and of vengeance up.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><i>Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lord, I'll not see Thee to drink all<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">The vinegar, the myrrh, the gall:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Vers. Chor.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;But I will sip a little wine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Which done, Lord, say: The rest is Mine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n268"></a>268.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i7">This&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;crosstree&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;here<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Doth&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jesus&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Who&nbsp;&nbsp;sweet'ned&nbsp;&nbsp;first<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">The&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;death&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;accurs'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here&nbsp;all&nbsp;things&nbsp;ready&nbsp;are,&nbsp;make&nbsp;haste,&nbsp;make&nbsp;haste&nbsp;away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For&nbsp;&nbsp;long&nbsp;&nbsp;this&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;work&nbsp;&nbsp;will&nbsp;&nbsp;be,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and&nbsp;&nbsp;very&nbsp;&nbsp;short&nbsp;&nbsp;this&nbsp;day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why&nbsp;&nbsp;then,&nbsp;&nbsp;go&nbsp;&nbsp;on&nbsp;&nbsp;to&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;act:&nbsp;&nbsp;here's&nbsp;&nbsp;wonders&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;&nbsp;done<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before&nbsp;&nbsp;the&nbsp;&nbsp;last&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;least&nbsp;&nbsp;sand&nbsp;&nbsp;of&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy&nbsp;&nbsp;ninth&nbsp;&nbsp;hour&nbsp;&nbsp;be&nbsp;&nbsp;run;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or&nbsp;&nbsp;ere&nbsp;dark&nbsp;&nbsp;clouds&nbsp;&nbsp;do&nbsp;&nbsp;dull&nbsp;&nbsp;or&nbsp;dead&nbsp;the&nbsp;mid-day's&nbsp;sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Act&nbsp;&nbsp;when&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou&nbsp;&nbsp;wilt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Blood&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;will&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;be&nbsp;&nbsp;spilt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Pure&nbsp;&nbsp;balm,&nbsp;that&nbsp;&nbsp;shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Bring&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;health&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Why&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;then,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;begin<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;pour&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;first&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Some&nbsp;&nbsp;drops&nbsp;of&nbsp;&nbsp;wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Instead&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;brine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To search&nbsp;&nbsp;the wound<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">So&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;long&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;unsound:<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">And, when that's done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Let&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;oil&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;next&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;run<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;cure&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;sore<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Sin&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;made&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;before.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">And&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O!&nbsp;&nbsp;dear&nbsp;&nbsp;Christ,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">E'en&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;di'st,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Look&nbsp;&nbsp;down,&nbsp;&nbsp;and&nbsp;&nbsp;see<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Us&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;weep&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;for&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">And tho',&nbsp;&nbsp;love knows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Thy&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;dreadful&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;woes<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">We&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;cannot&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Yet&nbsp;&nbsp;do&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou&nbsp;&nbsp;please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Who&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;mercy&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">T'&nbsp;&nbsp;accept&nbsp;&nbsp;each&nbsp;&nbsp;heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">That&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;gladly&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;would<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Help&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;if&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;it&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;could.<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Meanwhile&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;let&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">Beneath&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;this&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">This&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;honour&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i7">To&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;make&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;my&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;grave.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n269"></a>269. TO HIS SAVIOUR'S SEPULCHRE: HIS DEVOTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hail, holy and all-honour'd tomb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By no ill haunted; here I come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With shoes put off, to tread thy room.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll not profane by soil of sin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy door as I do enter in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I have washed both hand and heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, that, and every other part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that I dare, with far less fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than full affection, enter here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, thus I come to kiss Thy stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a warm lip and solemn one:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as I kiss I'll here and there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dress Thee with flow'ry diaper.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How sweet this place is! as from hence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowed all Panchaia's frankincense;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or rich Arabia did commix,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, all her rare aromatics.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me live ever here, and stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No one step from this sepulchre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ravish'd I am! and down I lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Confused in this brave ecstasy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here let me rest; and let me have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This for my heaven that was Thy grave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, coveting no higher sphere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll my eternity spend here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Panchaia</i>, a fabulous spice island in the Erythrean Sea.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.n270"></a>270. HIS OFFERING, WITH THE REST, AT THE<br />SEPULCHRE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To join with them who here confer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gifts to my Saviour's sepulchre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devotion bids me hither bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Somewhat for my thank-offering.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo! thus I bring a virgin flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To dress my Maiden Saviour.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.n271"></a>271. HIS COMING TO THE SEPULCHRE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hence they have borne my Lord; behold! the stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is rolled away and my sweet Saviour's gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, white angel, what is now become<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Him we lately sealed up in this tomb?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is He, from hence, gone to the shades beneath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To vanquish hell as here He conquered death?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so, I'll thither follow without fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And live in hell if that my Christ stays there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 10%;" />
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of all the good things whatsoe'er we do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God is the <span title="ARCH&Ecirc;">&#913;&#929;&#935;&#919;</span>, and the <span title="TELOS">&#932;&#917;&#923;&#927;&#931;</span> too.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></p>
+<h2>POEMS<br /><br />
+
+<small>NOT INCLUDED IN <i>HESPERIDES</i>.</small></h2>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.THE_DESCRIPTION_OF_A_WOMAN"></a>THE DESCRIPTION OF A WOMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whose head, befringed with bescattered tresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shows like Apollo's when the morn he dresses,<a name="2.FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or like Aurora when with pearl she sets<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her long, dishevell'd, rose-crown'd trammelets:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her forehead smooth, full, polish'd, bright and high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bears in itself a graceful majesty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the which two crawling eyebrows twine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to the tendrils of a flatt'ring vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under whose shade two starry sparkling eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are beautifi'd with fair fring'd canopies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her comely nose, with uniformal grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like purest white, stands in the middle place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Parting the pair, as we may well suppose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each cheek resembling still a damask rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which like a garden manifestly show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How roses, lilies, and carnations grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which sweetly mixed both with white and red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like rose leaves, white and red, seem<a name="2.FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a> mingled.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then nature for a sweet allurement sets<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two smelling, swelling, bashful cherrylets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The which with ruby redness being tipp'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do speak a virgin, merry, cherry-lipp'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the which a neat, sweet skin is drawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which makes them show like roses under lawn:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These be the ruby portals, and divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which ope themselves to show a holy shrine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose breath is rich perfume, that to the sense<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smells like the burn'd Sabean frankincense:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which the tongue, though but a member small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stands guarded with a rosy-hilly wall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her white teeth, which in the gums are set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like pearl and gold, make one rich cabinet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next doth her chin with dimpled beauty strive<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For his white, plump, and smooth prerogative;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At whose fair top, to please the sight, there grows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fairest<a name="2.FNanchor_D_4"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_D_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</a> image of a blushing rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mov'd by the chin, whose motion causeth this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That both her lips do part, do meet, do kiss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her ears, which like two labyrinths are plac'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On either side, with rich rare jewels grac'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moving a question whether that by them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gem is grac'd, or they grac'd by the gem.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the foundation of the architect<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the swan-staining, fair, rare, stately neck<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which with ambitious humbleness stands under,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bearing aloft this rich, round world of wonder.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her breast, a place for beauty's throne most fit,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Bears up two globes where love and pleasure sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, headed with two rich, round rubies, show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like wanton rosebuds growing out of snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the milky valley that's between<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sits Cupid, kissing of his mother queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fingering the paps that feel like sieved silk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And press'd a little they will weep pure milk.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then comes the belly, seated next below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a fair mountain in Riphean snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Nature, in a whiteness without spot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hath in the middle tied a Gordian knot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now love invites me to survey her thighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swelling in likeness like two crystal skies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which to the knees by Nature fastened on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Derive their ever well 'greed motion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her legs with two clear calves, like silver tri'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kindly swell up with little pretty pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving a distance for the comely<a name="2.FNanchor_E_5"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_E_5" class="fnanchor">[E]</a> small<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To beautify the leg and foot withal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then lowly, yet most lovely stand the feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round, short and clear, like pounded spices sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whatsoever thing they tread upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They make it scent like bruised cinnamon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lovely shoulders now allure the eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see two tablets of pure ivory<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From which two arms like branches seem to spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With tender rind<a name="2.FNanchor_F_6"></a><a href="#1.Footnote_F_6" class="fnanchor">[F]</a> and silver coloured,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With little hands and fingers long and small<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To grace a lute, a viol, virginal.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">In length each finger doth his next excel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each richly headed with a pearly shell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus every part in contrariety<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meet in the whole and make a harmony,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As divers strings do singly disagree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But form'd by number make sweet melody.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.MR_HERRICK_HIS_DAUGHTERS_DOWRY"></a>MR. HERRICK: HIS DAUGHTER'S DOWRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ere I go hence and be no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seen to the world, I'll give the score<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I owe unto a female child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that is this, a verse enstyled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My daughter's dowry; having which,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll leave thee then completely rich.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instead of gold, pearl, rubies, bonds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long forfeit, pawned diamonds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or antique pledges, house or land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I give thee this that shall withstand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blow of ruin and of chance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These hurt not thine inheritance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For 'tis fee simple and no rent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou fortune ow'st for tenement.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">However after times will praise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This portion, my prophetic bays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cannot deliver up to th' rust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet I keep peaceful in my dust.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As for thy birth and better seeds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Those which must grow to virtuous deeds),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou didst derive from that old stem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Love and mercy cherish them),<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Which like a vestal virgin ply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With holy fire lest that it die.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow up with milder laws to know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At what time to say aye or no;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let manners teach thee where to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More comely flowing, where less free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These bring thy husband, like to those<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old coins and medals we expose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To th' show, but never part with. Next,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in a more conspicuous text,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy forehead, let therein be sign'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maiden candour of thy mind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And under it two chaste-born spies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bar out bold adulteries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For through these optics fly the darts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of lust which set on fire our hearts.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On either side of these quick ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There must be plac'd, for seasoned fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which sweeten love, yet ne'er come nigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The plague of wilder jealousy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then let each cheek of thine entice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His soul as to a bed of spice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where he may roll and lose his sense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in a bed of frankincense.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lip enkindled with that coal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which love chafes and warms the soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring to him next, and in it show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's cherries from such fires grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have their harvest, which must stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gathering of the lip, not hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then unto these be it thy care<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To clothe thy words in gentle air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That smooth as oil, sweet, soft and clean<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As is the childish bloom of bean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They may fall down and stroke, as the<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beams of the sun the peaceful sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With hands as smooth as mercy's bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him for his better cherishing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That when thou dost his neck ensnare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or with thy wrist, or flattering hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He may, a prisoner, there descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bondage more loved than liberty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A nature so well formed, so wrought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To calm and tempest, let be brought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thee, that should he but incline<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To roughness, clasp him like a vine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or like as wool meets steel, give way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the passion, not to stay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wrath, if resisted, over-boils,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If not, it dies or else recoils.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lastly, see you bring to him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Somewhat peculiar to each limb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I charge thee to be known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By n'other face but by thine own.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let it in love's name be kept sleek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet to be found when he shall seek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It, and not instead of saint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give up his worth unto the paint;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, trust me, girl, she over-does<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who by a double proxy woos.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But lest I should forget his bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be sure thou bring a maidenhead.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That is a margarite, which lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou bring'st unto his bed a frost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or a cold poison, which his blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Benumbs like the forgetful flood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now for some jewels to supply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The want of earrings' bravery<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For public eyes; take only these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er travelled for beyond the seas;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They're nobly home-bred, yet have price<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond the far-fet merchandise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Obedience, wise distrust, peace, shy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Distance and sweet urbanity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safe modesty, lov'd patience, fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of offending, temperance, dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Constancy, bashfulness and all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The virtues less or cardinal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take with my blessing, and go forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enjewelled with thy native worth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now if there a man be found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That looks for such prepared ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let him, but with indifferent skill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So good a soil bestock and till;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He may ere long have such a wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nourish in's breast a tree of life.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.MR_ROBERT_HERRICK_HIS_FAREWELL_UNTO_POETRY"></a>MR. ROBERT HERRICK: HIS FAREWELL UNTO POETRY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have beheld two lovers in a night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hatched o'er with moonshine from their stolen delight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(When this to that, and that to this, had given<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A kiss to such a jewel of the heaven,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Or while that each from other's breath did drink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Health to the rose, the violet, or pink),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call'd on the sudden by the jealous mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some stricter mistress or suspicious other,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Urging divorcement (worse than death to these)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the soon jingling of some sleepy keys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Part with a hasty kiss; and in that show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How stay they would, yet forced they are to go.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even such are we, and in our parting do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No otherwise than as those former two<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Natures like ours, we who have spent our time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both from the morning to the evening chime.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, till the bellman of the night had tolled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Past noon of night, yet wear the hours not old<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor dulled with iron sleep, but have outworn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fresh and fairest nourish of the morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With flame and rapture; drinking to the odd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Number of nine which makes us full with God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in that mystic frenzy we have hurled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As with a tempest, nature through the world,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in a whirlwind twirl'd her home, aghast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At that which in her ecstasy had past;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus crowned with rosebuds, sack, thou mad'st me fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like fire-drakes, yet didst me no harm thereby.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O thou almighty nature, who didst give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True heat wherewith humanity doth live<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond its stinted circle, giving food,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White fame and resurrection to the good;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shoring them up 'bove ruin till the doom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The general April of the world doth come<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That makes all equal. Many thousands should,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were't not for thee, have crumbled into mould,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with their serecloths rotted, not to show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether the world such spirits had or no,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereas by thee those and a million since,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor fate, nor envy, can their fames convince.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Homer, Musæus, Ovid, Maro, more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of those godful prophets long before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Held their eternal fires, and ours of late<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Thy mercy helping) shall resist strong fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor stoop to the centre, but survive as long<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As fame or rumour hath or trump or tongue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But unto me be only hoarse, since now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Heaven and my soul bear record of my vow)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I my desires screw from thee, and direct<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them and my thoughts to that sublim'd respect<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And conscience unto priesthood; 'tis not need<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(The scarecrow unto mankind) that doth breed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wiser conclusions in me, since I know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've more to bear my charge than way to go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or had I not, I'd stop the spreading itch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of craving more, so in conceit be rich;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'tis the God of Nature who intends<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shapes my function for more glorious ends.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kiss, so depart, yet stay a while to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lines of sorrow that lie drawn in me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In speech, in picture; no otherwise than when,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Judgment and death denounced 'gainst guilty men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each takes a weeping farewell, racked in mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With joys before and pleasures left behind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaking the head, whilst each to each doth mourn,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">With thought they go whence they must ne'er return.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So with like looks, as once the ministrel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast, leading his Eurydice through hell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I strike thy love, and greedily pursue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee with mine eyes or in or out of view.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So looked the Grecian orator when sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From's native country into banishment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Throwing his eyeballs backward to survey<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The smoke of his beloved Attica;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So Tully looked when from the breasts of Rome<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sad soul went, not with his love, but doom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shooting his eyedarts 'gainst it to surprise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It, or to draw the city to his eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such is my parting with thee, and to prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was not varnish only in my love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But substance, lo! receive this pearly tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frozen with grief and place it in thine ear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then part in name of peace, and softly on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With numerous feet to hoofy Helicon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when thou art upon that forked hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amongst the thrice three sacred virgins, fill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A full-brimm'd bowl of fury and of rage,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And quaff it to the prophets of our age;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When drunk with rapture curse the blind and lame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Base ballad-mongers who usurp thy name<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And foul thy altar; charm some into frogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some to be rats, and others to be hogs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the loathsom'st shapes thou canst devise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make fools hate them, only by disguise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus with a kiss of warmth and love I part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not so, but that some relic in my heart<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall stand for ever, though I do address<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chiefly myself to what I must profess.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know yet, rare soul, when my diviner muse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall want a handmaid (as she oft will use),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be ready, thou for me, to wait upon her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though as a servant, yet a maid of honour.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The crown of duty is our duty: well<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doing's the fruit of doing well. Farewell.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Shoring</i>, copies <i>soaring</i>.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.A_CAROL_PRESENTED_TO_DR_WILLIAMS_BISHOP_OF"></a>A CAROL PRESENTED TO DR. WILLIAMS, BISHOP OF<br />LINCOLN AS A NEW-YEAR'S
+GIFT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fly hence, pale care, no more remember<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Past sorrows with the fled December,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But let each pleasant cheek appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smooth as the childhood of the year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And sing a carol here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas brave, 'twas brave, could we command the hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of youth's swift watch to stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As you have done your day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then should we not decay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all we wither, and our light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is spilt in everlasting night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas your sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shows like the heavens above the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like an eternal noon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sees no setting sun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Keep up those flames, and though you shroud<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awhile your forehead in a cloud,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Do it like the sun to write<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the air a greater text of light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome to all our vows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And since you pay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To us this day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So long desir'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See we have fir'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our holy spikenard, and there's none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But brings his stick of cinnamon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His eager eye or smoother smile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lays it gently on the pile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which thus enkindled, we invoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your name amidst the sacred smoke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1"><i>Chorus.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come then, great Lord.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">And see our altar burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">With love of your return,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And not a man here but consumes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His soul to glad you in perfumes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.SONG_HIS_MISTRESS_TO_HIM_AT_HIS_FAREWELL"></a>SONG. HIS MISTRESS TO HIM AT HIS FAREWELL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You may vow I'll not forget<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To pay the debt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which to thy memory stands as due<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As faith can seal it you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take then tribute of my tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So long as I have fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To prompt me I shall ever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Languish and look, but thy return see never.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh then to lessen my despair<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Print thy lips into the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So by this<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Means I may kiss thy kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whenas some kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall hither waft it, and in lieu<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My lips shall send a 1000 back to you.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.UPON_PARTING" id="UPON_PARTING"></a>UPON PARTING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go hence away, and in thy parting know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis not my voice but Heaven's that bids thee go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring hence thy faith, nor think it ill desert<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I find in thee that makes me thus to part.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But voice of fame, and voice of Heaven have thundered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We both were lost, if both of us not sundered.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fold now thine arms, and in thy last look rear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One sigh of love, and cool it with a tear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since part we must, let's kiss; that done, retire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With as cold frost as erst we met with fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With such white vows as fate can ne'er dissever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But truth knit fast; and so, farewell for ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.UPON_MASTER_FLETCHERS_INCOMPARABLE_PLAYS"></a>UPON MASTER FLETCHER'S INCOMPARABLE PLAYS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Apollo sings, his harp resounds: give room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For now behold the golden pomp is come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy pomp of plays which thousands come to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With admiration both of them and thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O volume! worthy, leaf by leaf and cover,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To be with juice of cedar wash'd all over;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here words with lines and lines with scenes consent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To raise an act to full astonishment;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here melting numbers, words of power to move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young men to swoon and maids to die for love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Love lies a-bleeding</i> here, <i>Evadne</i>, there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swells with brave rage, yet comely everywhere;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's <i>A mad lover</i>, there that high design<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of <i>King and no King</i>, and the rare plot thine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that whene'er we circumvolve our eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such rich, such fresh, such sweet varieties<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ravish our spirits, that entranc'd we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None writes love's passion in the world like thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.THE_NEW_CHARON"></a><big><i>THE NEW CHARON:</i></big><br /><br />
+
+<span class="smcap">Upon the Death of Henry, Lord Hastings</span>.</h3>
+
+<p class="czerop"><i>The musical part being set by Mr. Henry Lawes.</i><br /><br />
+
+<span class="smcap">The Speakers,</span><br /><br />
+
+<span class="smcap">charon and eucosmia</span>.</p>
+
+<div class="cpoem35"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Euc.</i> Charon, O Charon, draw thy boat to th' shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to thy many take in one soul more.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cha.</i> Who calls? who calls? <i>Euc.</i> One overwhelm'd with ruth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have pity either on my tears or youth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And take me in who am in deep distress;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But first cast off thy wonted churlishness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cha.</i> I will be gentle as that air which yields<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A breath of balm along the Elysian fields.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Speak, what art thou? <i>Euc</i>. One once that had a lover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than which thyself ne'er wafted sweeter over.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was&mdash;&mdash; <i>Cha.</i> Say what? <i>Euc.</i> Ah me, my woes are deep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cha.</i> Prithee relate, while I give ear and weep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Euc.</i> He was a Hastings; and that one name has<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In it all good that is, and ever was.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was my life, my love, my joy, but died<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some hours before I should have been his bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus, thus the gods celestial still decree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For human joy contingent misery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Euc.</i> The hallowed tapers all prepared were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Hymen call'd to bless the rites. <i>Cha.</i> Stop there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Euc.</i> Great are my woes. <i>Cha.</i> And great must that grief be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That makes grim Charon thus to pity thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But now come in. <i>Euc.</i> More let me yet relate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cha.</i> I cannot stay; more souls for waftage wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I must hence. <i>Euc.</i> Yet let me thus much know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Departing hence, where good and bad souls go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cha.</i> Those souls which ne'er were drench'd in pleasure's stream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fields of Pluto are reserv'd for them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where, dress'd with garlands, there they walk the ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose blessed youth with endless flowers is crown'd.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">But such as have been drown'd in this wild sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For those is kept the Gulf of Hecate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where with their own contagion they are fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there do punish and are punished.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This known, the rest of thy sad story tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When on the flood that nine times circles hell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We sail along to visit mortals never;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But there to live where love shall last for ever.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.EPITAPH_ON_THE_TOMB_OF_SIR_EDWARD_GILES"></a>EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES<br />AND HIS WIFE IN THE SOUTH AISLE
+OF<br />DEAN PRIOR CHURCH, DEVON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No trust to metals nor to marbles, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These have their fate and wear away as men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Times, titles, trophies may be lost and spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But virtue rears the eternal monument.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What more than these can tombs or tombstones pay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But here's the sunset of a tedious day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These two asleep are: I'll but be undress'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so to bed: pray wish us all good rest.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="2.Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#2.FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> His spaniel. (Note in the original edition.)</p></div>
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="2.Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#2.FNanchor_B_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> MS. blesses.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="2.Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#2.FNanchor_C_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> MS. lye.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="2.Footnote_D_4"></a><a href="#2.FNanchor_D_4"><span class="label">[D]</span></a> MS. blessed.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="2.Footnote_E_5"></a><a href="#2.FNanchor_E_5"><span class="label">[E]</span></a> MS. beauteous.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="2.Footnote_F_6"></a><a href="#2.FNanchor_F_6"><span class="label">[F]</span></a> W.R. vein'd.</p></div>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="2.NOTES"></a>NOTES.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span></p>
+<h2>NOTES.</h2>
+
+
+<p><a href="#2.p569">569</a>. <i>And of any wood ye see, You can make
+a Mercury.</i> Pythagoras allegorically said that
+Mercury's statue could not be made of every sort
+of wood: cp. Rabelais, iv. 62.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n575ii"></a><a href="#2.p575">575</a>. <i>The Apparition of his Mistress calling him
+to Elysium.</i> An earlier version of this poem was
+printed in the 1640 edition of Shakespeare's poems
+under the title, <i>His Mistris Shade</i>, having been
+licensed for separate publication at Stationers' Hall
+the previous year. The variants are numerous, and
+some of them important. l. 1, <i>of silver</i> for <i>with
+silv'rie</i>; l. 3, on the Banks for <i>in the Meads</i>; l. 8,
+<i>Spikenard through</i> for <i>Storax from</i>; l. 10 reads:
+"<i>Of mellow</i> Apples, <i>ripened</i> Plums <i>and</i> Pears": l. 17,
+the order of "naked younglings, handsome striplings"
+is reversed; in place of l. 20 we have:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"So soon as each his dangling locks hath crown'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Rosie Chaplets, Lilies, Pansies red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft Saffron Circles to perfume the head";<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>l. 23, <i>to</i> for <i>too unto</i>; l. 24, <i>their</i> for <i>our</i>; ll. 29, 30:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Unto the Prince of Shades, whom once his Pen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Entituled the Grecian Prince of Men";<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>l. 31, <i>thereupon</i> for <i>and that done</i>; l. 36, <i>render him
+true</i> for <i>show him truly</i>; l. 37, <i>will</i> for <i>shall</i>; l. 38,
+"Where both may <i>laugh</i>, both drink, <i>both</i> rage together";
+l. 48, <i>Amphitheatre</i> for <i>spacious theatre</i>;
+l. 49, <i>synod</i> for <i>glories</i>, followed by:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i9">"crown'd with sacred Bays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flatt'ring <i>joy, we'll have to</i> recite their plays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Shakespeare and Beamond</i>, Swans to whom <i>the Spheres</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen while they <i>call back the former year[s]</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To teach the truth of scenes</i>, and more for thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There yet remains, <i>brave soul</i>, than thou can'st see,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">etc.;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>l. 56, <i>illustrious for capacious</i>; l. 57, <i>shall be</i> for <i>now
+is</i> [Jonson died 1637]; ll. 59-61:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To be of that high Hierarchy where none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But brave souls take illumination<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Immediately from heaven; but hark the cock," etc.;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>l. 62, <i>feel</i> for <i>see</i>; l. 63, <i>through</i> for <i>from</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p579">579</a>. <i>My love will fit each history.</i> Cp. Ovid,
+<i>Amor.</i> II. iv. 44: Omnibus historiis se meus aptat
+amor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p580">580</a>. <i>The sweets of love are mixed with tears.</i> Cp.
+Propert. I. xii. 16: Nonnihil adspersis gaudet Amor
+lacrimis.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p583">583</a>. <i>Whom this morn sees most fortunate</i>, etc.
+Seneca, <i>Thyest.</i> 613: Quem dies vidit veniens superbum
+Hunc dies vidit fugiens jacentem.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p586">586</a>. <i>Night hides our thefts</i>, etc. Ovid, <i>Ars Am.</i>
+i. 249:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nocte latent mendæ vitioque ignoscitur omni,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Horaque formosam quamlibet illa facit.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p590">590</a>. <i>To his brother-in-law, Master John Wingfield.</i>
+Of Brantham, Suffolk, husband of the poet's
+sister, Mercy. See <a href="#2.p818">818</a>, and <a href="#1.LIFE_OF_HERRICK">Sketch of Herrick's
+Life</a> in vol. i.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p599">599</a>. <i>Upon Lucia.</i> Cp. "The Resolution" in
+<i>Speculum Amantis</i>, ed. A. H. Bullen.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p604">604</a>. <i>Old Religion.</i> Certainly not Roman Catholicism,
+though Jonson was a Catholic. Herrick uses
+the noun and its adjective rather curiously of the
+dead: cp. <a href="#1.p82">82</a>, "To the reverend shade of his religious
+Father," and <a href="#1.p138">138</a>, "When thou shalt laugh at my
+religious dust". There may be something of this
+use here, or we may refer to his ancient cult of
+Jonson. But the use of the phrase in <a href="#2.p870">870</a> makes
+the exact shade of meaning difficult to fix.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p605">605</a>. <i>Riches to be but burdens to the mind.</i> Seneca
+<i>De Provid.</i> 6: Democritus divitias projecit, onus illas
+bonae mentis existimans.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p607">607</a>. <i>Who covets more is evermore a slave.</i> Hor.
+I. <i>Ep.</i> x. 41: Serviet aeternum qui parvo nesciet uti.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p615">615</a>. <i>No Wrath of Men.</i> Cp. Hor. <i>Od.</i> III. iii. 1-8.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p616">616</a>. <i>To the Maids to walk abroad.</i> Printed in
+<i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650, under the title: <i>Abroad
+with the Maids</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p618">618</a>. <i>Mistress Elizabeth Lee, now Lady Tracy.</i>
+Elizabeth, daughter of Thomas, first Lord Leigh of
+Stoneleigh, in Warwickshire, married John, third
+Viscount Tracy. She survived her husband two
+years, and died in 1688.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n624ii"></a><a href="#2.p624">624</a>. <i>Poets.</i> <i>Wantons we are</i>, etc. From Ovid,
+<i>Trist.</i> ii. 353-4:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Crede mihi, mores distant a carmine nostri:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vita verecunda est, Musa jocosa, mihi.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p625">625</a>. <i>'Tis cowardice to bite the buried.</i> Cp. Ben
+Jonson, <i>The Poetaster</i>, I. 1: "Envy the living, not
+the dead, doth bite"; perhaps from Ovid, <i>Am.</i> I. xv.
+39: Pascitur in vivis livor; post fata quiescit.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n626ii"></a><a href="#2.p626">626</a>. <i>Noble Westmoreland.</i> See Note to <a href="#1.n112i">112</a>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gallant Newark.</i> Robert Pierrepoint was created
+Viscount Newark in 1627 and Earl of Kingston in
+the following year. But Herrick is perhaps addressing
+his son, Henry Pierrepoint, afterwards Marquis
+of Dorchester (see <a href="#2.p962">962</a> and <a href="#2.n962ii">Note</a>), who during the
+first Earl of Kingston's life would presumably have
+borne his second title.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p633">633</a>. <i>Sweet words must nourish soft and gentle
+love.</i> Ovid, <i>Ars Am.</i> ii. 152: Dulcibus est verbis
+mollis alendus amor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p639">639</a>. <i>Fates revolve no flax they've spun.</i> Seneca,
+<i>Herc. Fur.</i> 1812: Duræ peragunt pensa sorores, Nec
+sua retro fila revolvunt.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p642">642</a>. <i>Palms ... gems.</i> A Latinism. Cp. Ovid,
+<i>Fasti</i>, i. 152: Et nova de gravido palmite gemma
+tumet.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p645">645</a>. <i>Upon Tears.</i> Cp. S. Bernard: P&#339;nitentium
+lacrimæ vinum angelorum.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p649">649</a>. <i>Upon Lucy.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>,
+1650, under the title, <i>On Betty</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n653ii"></a><a href="#2.p653">653</a>. <i>To th' number five or nine.</i> Probably Herrick
+is mistaking the references in Greek and Latin poets<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span>
+to the mixing of their wine and water (<i>e.g.</i>, Hor. <i>Od.</i>
+III. xix. 11-17) for the drinking of so many cups.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p654">654</a>. <i>Long-looked-for comes at last.</i> Cp. G. Herbert,
+preface to Sibbes' Funeral Sermon on Sir
+Thomas Crew (1638): "That ancient adage, 'Quod
+differtur non aufertur' for 'Long-looked-for comes
+at last'".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p655">655</a>. <i>The morrow's life too late is</i>, etc. Mart. I.
+xvi. 12: Sera nimis vita est crastina: vive hodie.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p662">662</a>. <i>O happy life</i>, etc. From Virg. <i>Georg.</i> ii.
+458-9:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O fortunatos nimium sua si bona norint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Agricolas.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>It is not uncharacteristic that these fervid praises of
+country life were left unfinished.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p664">664</a>. <i>Arthur Bartly.</i> Not yet identified.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p665">665</a>. <i>Let her Lucrece all day be.</i> From Martial
+XI. civ. 21, 22:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i9">Lucretia toto<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sis licet usque die: Laida nocte volo.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Neither will Famish me, nor overfill.</i> Mart. I.
+lviii. 4: Nec volo quod cruciat, nec volo quod satiat.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p667">667</a>. <i>Be't for my Bridal or my Burial.</i> Cp. Brand,
+vol. ii., and Coles' <i>Introduction to the Knowledge of
+Plants</i>: "Rosemary and bayes are used by the commons
+both at funerals and weddings".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p672">672</a>. <i>Kings ought to be more lov'd than fear'd.</i>
+Seneca, <i>Octavia</i>, 459: Decet timeri Cæsarem. At
+plus diligi.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p673">673</a>. <i>To Mr. Denham, on his prospective poem.</i>
+Sir John Denham published in 1642 his <i>Cooper's</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span>
+<i>Hill</i>, a poem on the view over the Thames towards
+London, from a hill near Windsor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p675">675</a>. <i>Their fashion is, but to say no</i>, etc. Cp.
+Montaigne's <i>Essais</i>, II. 3, p. 51; Florio's tr. p. 207:
+"Let it suffice that in doing it they say no and take
+it".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p676">676</a>. <i>Love is maintained by wealth.</i> Ovid, <i>Rem.
+Am.</i> 746: Divitiis alitur luxuriosus amor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p679">679</a>. <i>Nero commanded, but withdrew his eyes.</i>
+Tacit. <i>Agric.</i> 45: Nero subtraxit oculos, jussitque
+scelera, non spectavit.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n683ii"></a><a href="#2.p683">683</a>. <i>But a just measure both of Heat and Cold.</i>
+This is a version of the medieval doctrine of the
+four humours. So Chaucer says of his Doctor of
+Physic:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He knew the cause of every maladye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were it of hoot or cold, or moyste, or drye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where engendered and of what humour".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a name="2.n684ii"></a><a href="#2.p684">684</a>. <i>'Gainst thou go'st a-mothering.</i> The Epistle
+for Mid-Lent Sunday was from Galat. iv. 21, etc.,
+and contained the words: "Jerusalem, quæ est
+Mater nostra". On that Sunday people made offerings
+at their Mother Church. After the Reformation
+the natural mother was substituted for the spiritual,
+and the day was set apart for visiting relations.
+Excellent simnel cakes (Low Lat., <i>siminellus</i>, fine
+flour) are still made in the North, where the current
+derivation of the word is from <i>Sim</i> and <i>Nell</i>!</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p685">685</a>. <i>To the King.</i> Probably written in 1645,
+when Charles was for a short time in the West.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p689">689</a>. <i>Too much she gives to some, enough to none.</i>
+Mart. XII. x.; Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p696">696</a>. <i>Men mind no state in sickness.</i> There is a
+general resemblance in this poem to the latter part
+of Hor. III. <i>Od.</i> i., but I have an uneasy sense that
+Herrick is translating.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p697">697</a>. <i>Adversity.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>,
+1650.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p702">702</a>. <i>Mean things overcome mighty.</i> Cp. <a href="#1.p486">486</a>
+and <a href="#1.n486i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p706">706</a>. <i>How roses came red.</i> Cp. Burton, <i>Anat.
+Mel.</i> III. ii. 3: "Constantine (<i>Agricult.</i> xi. 18) makes
+Cupid himself to be a great dancer: by the same
+token that he was capering among the gods, he
+flung down a bowl of nectar, which, distilling upon
+the white rose, ever since made it red".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p709">709</a>. <i>Tears and Laughter.</i> Bishop Jebb quotes a
+Latin couplet inscribed on an old inn at Four Crosses,
+Staffordshire:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fleres si scires unum tua tempora mensem:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rides, cum non sit forsitan una dies.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p710">710</a>. <i>Tully says.</i> Cic. <i>Tusc. Disp.</i> III. ii. 3: Gloria
+est frequens de aliquo, fama cum laude.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p713">713</a>. <i>His return to London.</i> Written at the same
+time as his <i>Farewell to Dean Bourn</i>, <i>i.e.</i>, after his
+ejection in 1648, the year of the publication of the
+<i>Hesperides</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p715">715</a>. <i>No pack like poverty.</i> Burton, <i>Anat. Mel.</i>
+iii. 3: <span title="Ouden penias baryteron esti phortion">&#927;&#8016;&#948;&#8050;&#957; &#960;&#949;&#957;&#8055;&#945;&#962; &#946;&#945;&#961;&#8059;&#964;&#949;&#961;&#8057;&#957; &#7952;&#963;&#964;&#953; &#966;&#8057;&#961;&#964;&#953;&#959;&#957;</span>. "No
+burden, saith Menander, is so intolerable as
+poverty."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p718">718</a>. <i>As many laws</i>, etc. Tacit. <i>Ann.</i> iii. 27:
+Corruptissima in republica plurimæ leges.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p723">723</a>. <i>Lay down some silver pence.</i> Cp. Bishop
+Corbet's <i>The Faeryes Farewell</i>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And though they sweep their hearths no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than maids were wont to do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet who of late for cleanliness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Finds sixpence in her shoe?"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p725">725</a>. <i>Times that are ill ... Clouds will not ever</i>,
+etc., two reminiscences of Horace, II. <i>Od.</i> x. 17,
+and ix.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n727ii"></a><a href="#2.p727">727</a>. <i>Up tails all.</i> This tune will be found in
+Chappell's <i>Popular Music of the Olden Time</i>, vol. i.
+p. 196. He notes that it was a favourite with Herrick,
+who wrote four other poems in the metre, viz.:
+<i>The Hag is Astride</i>, <i>The Maypole is up</i>, <i>The Peter-penny</i>,
+and <i>Twelfth Night: or, King and Queen</i>.
+The tune is found in Queen Elizabeth's Virginal
+Book, and in the <i>Dancing Master</i> (1650-1690). It
+is alluded to by Ben Jonson, and was a favourite
+with the Cavaliers.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p730">730</a>. <i>Charon and Philomel.</i> This dialogue is found
+with some slight variations of text in Rawlinson's
+MS. poet. 65. fol. 32. The following variants may
+be noted: l. 5, <i>voice</i> for <i>sound</i>; l. 7, <i>shade</i> for <i>bird</i>;
+l. 11, <i>warbling</i> for <i>watching</i>; l. 12, <i>hoist up</i> for <i>thus
+hoist</i>; l. 13, <i>be gone</i> for <i>return</i>; l. 18, <i>praise</i> for
+<i>pray</i>; l. 19, <i>sighs</i> for <i>vows</i>; l. 24, omit <i>slothful</i>.
+The dialogue is succeeded in the MS. by an old
+catch (probably written before Herrick was born):&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A boat! a boat! haste to the ferry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we go over to be merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To laugh and quaff, and drink old sherry".<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p>After the catch comes the following dialogue,
+written (it would seem) in imitation of Herrick's
+<i>Charon and Philomel</i>: the speakers' names are not
+marked:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Charon! O Charon! the wafter of all souls to bliss or bane!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who calls the ferryman of Hell?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come near and say who lives in bliss and who in pain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those that die well eternal bliss shall follow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those that die ill their own black deeds shall swallow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall thy black barge those guilty spirits row<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That kill themselves for love? Oh, no! oh, no!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My cordage cracks when such foul sins draw near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No wind blows fair, nor I my boat can steer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What spirits pass and in Elysium reign?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those harmless souls that love and are beloved again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That soul that lives in love and fain would die to win,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall he go free? Oh, no! it is too foul a sin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He must not come aboard, I dare not row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Storms of despair my boat will overblow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when thy mistress (?) shall close up thine eyes then come aboard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then come aboard and pass; till then be wise and sing."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Then come aboard" from the penultimate line
+and "and sing" from the last should clearly be
+struck out.</p>
+
+
+<p><a href="#2.p739">739</a>. <i>O Jupiter</i>, etc. Eubulus in Athenaeus, xiii.
+559: <span title="&Ocirc; Zeu polytim&ecirc;t', eit' eg&ocirc; kak&ocirc;s pote | er&ocirc;
+gynaikas? n&ecirc; Di' apoloim&ecirc;n ara; | pant&ocirc;n ariston
+kt&ecirc;mat&ocirc;n">&#8040; &#918;&#949;&#8166;
+&#960;&#959;&#955;&#965;&#964;&#8055;&#956;&#951;&#964;', &#949;&#7990;&#964;' &#7952;&#947;&#8060; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#962; &#960;&#959;&#964;&#949; | &#7952;&#961;&#8182; &#947;&#965;&#957;&#945;&#8150;&#954;&#945;&#962;; &#957;&#8052; &#916;&#8055;' &#7936;&#960;&#959;&#955;&#959;&#8055;&#956;&#951;&#957; &#7940;&#961;&#945;&#903; |
+&#960;&#8049;&#957;&#964;&#969;&#957; &#7940;&#961;&#953;&#963;&#964;&#959;&#957; &#954;&#964;&#951;&#956;&#8049;&#964;&#969;&#957;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span>. Comp. <a href="#2.p885">885</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p743">743</a>. <i>Another upon her Weeping.</i> Printed in Witts
+<i>Recreations</i>, 1650, under the title: <i>On Julia's Weeping</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n745ii"></a><a href="#2.p745">745</a>. <i>To Sir John Berkeley, Governour of Exeter.</i>
+Youngest son of Sir Maurice Berkeley, of Bruton, in
+Somersetshire; knighted in Berwick in 1638; commander-in-chief
+of all the Royalist forces in Devonshire,
+1643; captured Exeter Sept. 4 of that year, and
+held it till April 13, 1646. Created Baron Berkeley
+of Stratton, in Cornwall, 1658; died 1678.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p749">749</a>. <i>Consultation.</i> As noted in the text, this is
+from Sallust, <i>Cat.</i> i.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p751">751</a>. <i>None sees the fardell of his faults behind.</i>
+Cp. Catullus, xxii. 20, 21:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">Suus cuique attributus est error,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sed non videmus manticae quod in tergo est,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>or, perhaps more probably from Seneca, <i>de Ir&aacute;</i>, ii.
+28: Aliena vitia in oculis habemus; &agrave; tergo nostra
+sunt.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p755">755</a>. <i>The Eye.</i> &AElig;schyl. <i>Fragm.</i> in Plutarch,
+<i>Amat.</i> 21: <span title="Neas gynaikos ou me m&ecirc; lath&ecirc; phleg&ocirc;n
+Ophthalmos, h&ecirc;tis andros &ecirc; gegeumen&ecirc;">&#925;&#8051;&#945;&#962; &#947;&#965;&#957;&#945;&#953;&#954;&#8056;&#962;
+&#959;&#8020; &#956;&#949; &#956;&#8052; &#955;&#8049;&#952;&#8131; &#966;&#955;&#8051;&#947;&#969;&#957; &#8008;&#966;&#952;&#945;&#955;&#956;&#8056;&#962;, &#7973;&#964;&#953;&#962; &#7936;&#957;&#948;&#961;&#8056;&#962; &#8086; &#947;&#949;&#947;&#949;&#965;&#956;&#8051;&#957;&#951;</span>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p756">756</a>. <i>To Prince Charles upon his coming to Exeter.</i>
+In August, 1645.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p761">761</a>. <i>The Wake.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>,
+1650, under the title: <i>Alvar and Anthea</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n763ii"></a><a href="#2.p763">763</a>. <i>To Doctor Alabaster.</i> William Alabaster, or
+Alablaster, born at Hadleigh, Suffolk (1567); educated
+at Westminster and Trinity College, Cambridge; a<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span>
+friend of Spencer; was converted to Roman Catholicism
+while chaplain to the Earl of Essex in Spain,
+1596. In 1607 he began his series of apocalyptic
+writings by an <i>Apparatus in Revelationem Jesu
+Christi</i>. On visiting Rome he was imprisoned by
+the Inquisition, escaped, and returned to Protestantism.
+Besides his theological works, he published
+(in 1637) a Lexicon Pentaglotton. Died April,
+1640.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p766">766</a>. <i>Time is the bound of things</i>, etc. From
+Seneca, <i>Consol. ad Marc.</i> xix.: Excessit filius tuus
+terminos intra quos servitur ... mors omnium
+dolorum solutio est et finis.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p771">771</a>. <i>As I have read must be the first man up</i>, etc.
+Hor. I. <i>Ep.</i> vi. 48: Hoc primus repetas opus, hoc
+postremus omittas.</p>
+
+<p><i>Rich compost.</i> Cp. the same thought in <a href="#2.p662">662</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p772">772</a>. <i>A Hymn to Bacchus.</i> Printed, with the
+misprint <i>Bacchus for Iacchus</i> in l. 1, in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i>, 1650.</p>
+
+<p><i>Brutus ... Cato.</i> Cp. Note to <a href="#1.n4i">4</a> and <a href="#1.n8i">8</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p774">774</a>. <i>If wars go well</i>, etc. Tacitus, <i>Ann.</i> iii. 53:
+c&ugrave;m rect&egrave; factorum sibi quisque gratiam trahant,
+unius [Principis scil.] invidi&acirc; ab omnibus peccatur.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p775">775</a>. <i>Niggards of the meanest blood.</i> Seneca, <i>de
+Clem.</i> i. 1: Summa parsimonia etiam vilissimi sanguinis.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p776">776</a>. <i>Wrongs, if neglected</i>, etc. Tacit. <i>Ann.</i> iv.
+34: [Probra] spreta exolescunt, si irascare agnita
+videntur.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p780">780</a>. <i>Kings ought to shear</i>, etc. A saying of
+Tiberius quoted by Suetonius: Boni pastoris est<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>
+tondere oves, non deglubere. Herrick probably
+took it from Ben Jonson's <i>Discoveries</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p784">784-7</a>. <i>Ceremonies for Christmas.</i> More will be
+found about the Yule-log in <i>Ceremonies for Candlemas
+Day</i> (<a href="#2.p893">893</a>); cp. also <i>The Wassail</i> (<a href="#1.p476">476</a>).</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p788">788</a>. <i>Power and Peace.</i> From Tacitus, <i>Ann.</i> iv.
+4: Quanquam arduum sit eodem loci potentiam et
+concordiam esse.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p789">789</a>. <i>Mistress Margaret Falconbridge.</i> A daughter,
+probably, of the Thomas Falconbridge of number
+<a href="#1.p483">483</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p797">797</a>. <i>Kisses.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, 1650,
+with omission of me in l. 1.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p804">804</a>. <i>John Crofts, Cup-bearer to the King.</i> Third
+son of Sir John Crofts, of Saxham, Suffolk. We
+hear of him in the king's service as early as 1628,
+and two years later Lord Conway, in thanking Wm.
+Weld for some verses sent him, hopes "the lines are
+strong enough to bind Robert Maule and Jack Crofts
+from ever more using the phrase". So Jack was
+probably a bit of a poet himself. He may be the
+Mr. Crofts for assaulting whom George, Lord Digby,
+was imprisoned a month and more, in 1634.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p807">807</a>. <i>Man may want land to live in.</i> Tacitus,
+<i>Ann.</i> xiii. 56: Addidit [Boiocalus] De&euml;sse nobis terra
+in qu&acirc; vivamus, in qu&acirc; moriamur non potest, quoted
+by Montaigne, II. 3.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p809">809</a>. <i>Who after his transgression doth repent.</i>
+Seneca, <i>Agam.</i> 243: Quem poenitet peccasse paene
+est innocens.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p810">810</a>. <i>Grief, if't be great 'tis short.</i> Seneca, quoted
+by Burton (II. iii. 1, &sect; 1): "Si longa est, levis est; si<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span>
+gravis est, brevis est. If it be long, 'tis light; if
+grievous, it cannot last."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p817">817</a>. <i>The Amber Bead.</i> Cp. Martial's epigram
+quoted in <a href="#1.n497i">Note</a> to <a href="#1.p497">497</a>. The comparison to Cleopatra
+is from Mart. IV. xxxii.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p818">818</a>. <i>To my dearest sister, M. Mercy Herrick.</i>
+Not quite five years his senior. She married John
+Wingfield, of Brantham, Suffolk, to whom also
+Herrick addresses a poem.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p820">820</a>. <i>Suffer that thou canst not shift.</i> From
+Seneca; the title from <i>Ep.</i> cvii.: Optimum est
+pati quod emendare non possis, the epigram from
+<i>De Provid.</i> 4, as translated by Thomas Lodge, 1614,
+"Vertuous instructions are never delicate. Doth
+fortune beat and rend us? Let us suffer it"&mdash;whence
+Herrick reproduces the printer's error,
+<i>Vertuous</i> for Vertues (Virtue's).</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p821">821</a>. <i>For a stone has Heaven his tomb.</i> Cp. Sir T.
+Browne, <i>Relig. Med.</i> &sect; 40: "Nor doe I altogether
+follow that rodomontado of Lucan (<i>Phars.</i> vii. 819):
+Coelo tegitur qui non habet urnam,</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He that unburied lies wants not his hearse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For unto him a tomb's the universe".<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p823">823</a>. <i>To the King upon his taking of Leicester.</i>
+May 31, 1645, a brief success before Naseby.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p825">825</a>. <i>'Twas Cæsar's saying.</i> Tiberius ap. Tacit.
+<i>Ann.</i> ii. 26: Se novies a divo Augusto in Germaniam
+missum plura consilio quam vi perfecisse.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p830">830</a>. <i>His Loss.</i> A reference to his ejection from
+Dean Prior.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n837ii"></a><a href="#2.p837">837</a>. <i>Mistress Amy Potter.</i> Daughter of Barnabas<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span>
+Potter, Bishop of Carlisle, Herrick's predecessor at
+Dean Prior.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p839">839</a>. <i>Love is a circle ... from good to good.</i> So
+Burton, III. i. 1, &sect; 2: Circulus a bono in bonum.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p844">844</a>. <span class="smcap">to his book.</span> <i>Make haste away.</i> Martial,
+III. ii. Ad Librum suum&mdash;Festina tibi vindicem
+parare, Ne nigram cito raptus in culinam Cordyllas
+madid&acirc; tegas papyro, Vel thuris piperisque sis
+cucullus. <i>To make loose gowns for mackerel.</i> From
+Catullus, xcv. 1:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At Volusi annales Paduam morientur ad ipsam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Et laxas scombris saepe dabunt tunicas.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p846">846</a>. <i>And what we blush to speak</i>, etc. Ovid,
+<i>Phaedra to Hipp.</i> 10: Dicere quae puduit scribere
+jussit amor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p849">849</a>. <i>'Tis sweet to think</i>, etc. Seneca, <i>Herc. Fur.</i>
+657-58: Quae fuit durum pati Meminisse dulce est.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n851ii"></a><a href="#2.p851">851</a>. <i>To Mr. Henry Lawes, the excellent composer
+of his lyrics.</i> Henry Lawes (1595-1662), the friend of
+Milton, admitted a Gentleman of the Chapel Royal,
+1625. In the <i>Noble Numbers</i> he is mentioned as
+the composer of Herrick's <i>Christmas Carol</i> and the
+first of his two <i>New-Year's Gifts</i>. Lawes also set
+to music Herrick's <i>Not to Love</i>, <i>To Mrs. Eliz.
+Wheeler</i> (Among the Myrtles as I walked), <i>The Kiss</i>,
+<i>The Primrose</i>, <i>To a Gentlewoman objecting to him
+his Grey Hairs</i>, and doubtless others.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p852">852</a>. <i>Maidens tell me I am old.</i> From Anacreon:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="Legousin hai gynaikes">&#923;&#8051;&#947;&#959;&#965;&#963;&#953;&#957; &#945;&#7985; &#947;&#965;&#957;&#945;&#8150;&#954;&#949;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="Anakre&ocirc;n ger&ocirc;n ei k.t.l.">&#7944;&#957;&#945;&#954;&#961;&#8051;&#969;&#957; &#947;&#8051;&#961;&#969;&#957; &#949;&#7990; &#954;.&#964;.&#955;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>With a significant variation&mdash;"Ill it fits"&mdash;for
+<span title="mallon prepei">&#956;&#8118;&#955;&#955;&#959;&#957; &#960;&#961;&#8051;&#960;&#949;&#953;</span>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p859">859</a>. <i>Master J. Jincks.</i> Not identified.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p861">861</a>. <i>Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their
+own.</i> Aristot. <i>Politics</i>, iii. 7: <span title="kalein ei&ocirc;thamen t&ocirc;n men monarchi&ocirc;n t&ecirc;n pros to koinon apoblepousan sympheron basileian ... h&ecirc; tyrannis esti monarchia pros to sympheron to tou monarchountos">&#954;&#945;&#955;&#949;&#8150;&#957; &#949;&#7984;&#8061;&#952;&#945;&#956;&#949;&#957; &#964;&#8182;&#957; &#956;&#8050;&#957; &#956;&#959;&#957;&#945;&#961;&#967;&#953;&#8182;&#957; &#964;&#8052;&#957; &#960;&#961;&#8056;&#962; &#964;&#8056; &#954;&#959;&#953;&#957;&#8056;&#957;
+&#7936;&#960;&#959;&#946;&#955;&#8051;&#960;&#959;&#965;&#963;&#945;&#957; &#963;&#965;&#956;&#966;&#8051;&#961;&#959;&#957; &#946;&#945;&#963;&#953;&#955;&#949;&#8055;&#945;&#957; ... &#7969; &#964;&#965;&#961;&#945;&#957;&#957;&#8055;&#962; &#7952;&#963;&#964;&#953; &#956;&#959;&#957;&#945;&#961;&#967;&#8055;&#945; &#960;&#961;&#8056;&#962; &#964;&#8056;
+&#963;&#965;&#956;&#966;&#8051;&#961;&#959;&#957; &#964;&#8056; &#964;&#959;&#8166; &#956;&#959;&#957;&#945;&#961;&#967;&#959;&#8166;&#957;&#964;&#959;&#962;</span>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p869">869</a>. <i>Sir Thomas Heale.</i> Probably a son of the
+Sir Thomas Hele, of Fleet, Co. Devon, who died in
+1624. This Sir Thomas was created a baronet in
+1627, and according to Dr. Grosart was one of the
+Royalist commanders at the siege of Plymouth. He
+died 1670.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p872">872</a>. <i>Love is a kind of war.</i> Ovid, <i>Ars Am.</i> II.
+233, 34:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Militiae species amor est: discedite segnes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Non sunt haec timidis signa tuenda viris.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p873">873</a>. <i>A spark neglected</i>, etc. Ovid, <i>Rem. Am.</i> 732-34:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">E minimo maximus ignis erit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sic nisi vitaris quicquid renovabit amorem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flamma redardescet quae modo nulla fuit.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p874">874</a>. <i>An Hymn to Cupid.</i> From Anacreon:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0" title="&Ocirc;nax, h&ocirc; damal&ecirc;s Er&ocirc;s">&#8040;&#957;&#945;&#958;, &#8103; &#948;&#945;&#956;&#8049;&#955;&#951;&#962; &#7964;&#961;&#969;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="kai Nymphai kyan&ocirc;pides">&#954;&#945;&#8054; &#925;&#8059;&#956;&#966;&#945;&#953; &#954;&#965;&#945;&#957;&#8061;&#960;&#953;&#948;&#949;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="porphyre&ecirc; t' Aphrodit&ecirc;">&#960;&#959;&#961;&#966;&#965;&#961;&#8051;&#951; &#964;' &#7944;&#966;&#961;&#959;&#948;&#8055;&#964;&#951;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="sympaizousin ... gounoumai se, k.t.l.">&#963;&#965;&#956;&#960;&#945;&#8055;&#950;&#959;&#965;&#963;&#953;&#957; ... &#947;&#959;&#965;&#957;&#959;&#8166;&#956;&#945;&#8055; &#963;&#949;, &#954;.&#964;.&#955;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p885">885</a>. <i>Naught are all women.</i> Burton, III. ii. 5.
+&sect; 5.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p907">907</a>. <i>Upon Mr. William Lawes, the rare musician.</i>
+Elder brother of the more famous Henry Lawes;
+appointed a Gentleman of the Chapel Royal, 1602,
+and also one of Charles I.'s musicians-in-ordinary.
+When the Civil War broke out he joined the king's
+army and was killed by a stray shot during the siege
+of Chester, 1645. He set Herrick's <i>Gather ye rosebuds</i>
+to music.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p914">914</a>. <i>Numbers ne'er tickle</i>, etc. Martial, I. xxxvi.:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lex haec carminibus data est jocosis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne possint, nisi pruriant, juvare.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p918">918</a>. <i>M. Kellam.</i> As yet unidentified. Dr.
+Grosart suggests that he may have been one of
+Herrick's parishioners, and the name sounds as of
+the west country.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p920">920</a>. <i>Cunctation in correction.</i> Is Herrick translating?
+According to a relief at Rome the lictors'
+rods were bound together not only by a red thong
+twisted from top to bottom, but by six straps as well.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p922">922</a>. <i>Continual reaping makes a land wax old.</i>
+Ovid, <i>Ars Am.</i> iii. 82: Continua messe senescit ager.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p923">923</a>. <i>Revenge.</i> Tacitus, <i>Hist.</i> iv. 3: Tanto proclivius
+est injuriae qu&agrave;m beneficio vicem exsolvere;
+quia gratia oneri, ultio in quaestu habetur.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p927">927</a>. <i>Praise they that will times past.</i> Ovid, <i>Ars
+Am.</i> iii. 121:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prisca juvent alios: ego me nunc denique natum<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gratulor; haec aetas moribus apta meis.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p928">928</a>. <i>Clothes are conspirators.</i> I can suggest no
+better explanation of this oracular epigram than that
+the tailor's bill is an enemy of a slender purse.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p929">929</a>. <i>Cruelty</i>. Seneca <i>de Clem.</i> i. 24: Ferina ista
+rabies est, sanguine gaudere et vulneribus; (i. 8),
+Quemadmodum praecisae arbores plurimis ramis
+repullulant [H. uses repullulate, -tion, <a href="#1.p336">336</a>, <a href="#2.p794">794</a>], et
+multa satorum genera, ut densiora surgant, reciduntur;
+ita regia crudelitas auget inimicorum numerum
+tollendo. Ben Jonson, <i>Discoveries</i> (<i>Clementia</i>):
+"The lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out
+quicker; and the taking away of some kind of
+enemies increaseth the number".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p931">931</a>. <i>A fierce desire of hot and dry.</i> Cp. <a href="#2.n683ii">note</a> on
+<a href="#2.p683">683</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p932">932</a>. <i>To hear the worst</i>, etc. Antisthenes ap.
+<i>Diog. Laert.</i> VI. i. 4, &sect; 3: <span title="Akousas pote hoti Plat&ocirc;n auton kak&ocirc;s legei Basilikon eph&ecirc; kal&ocirc;s poiounta kak&ocirc;s akouein">&#7944;&#954;&#959;&#8059;&#963;&#945;&#962; &#960;&#959;&#964;&#8050; &#8005;&#964;&#953; &#928;&#955;&#8049;&#964;&#969;&#957; &#945;&#8016;&#964;&#8056;&#957; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#962; &#955;&#8051;&#947;&#949;&#953; &#914;&#945;&#963;&#953;&#955;&#953;&#954;&#8056;&#957; &#7956;&#966;&#951; &#954;&#945;&#955;&#8182;&#962; &#960;&#959;&#953;&#959;&#8166;&#957;&#964;&#945; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8182;&#962; &#7936;&#954;&#959;&#8059;&#949;&#953;&#957;</span>, quoted by Burton, II. iii. 7.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p934">934</a>. <i>The Bondman.</i> Cp. Exodus xxi. 5, 6:
+"And if the servant shall plainly say: I love my
+master, my wife, and my children: I will not go out
+free: Then his master shall bring him unto the
+judges; he shall also bring him to the door, or unto
+the doorpost; and his master shall bore his ear
+through with an awl, and he shall serve him for
+ever".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p936">936</a>. <i>My kiss outwent the bonds of shamefastness.</i>
+Cp. Sidney's <i>Astrophel and Stella</i>, sonnet 82. For
+<i>not Jove himself</i>, etc., cp. <a href="#1.p10">10</a>, and <a href="#1.n10i">note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p938">938</a>. <i>His wish.</i> From Martial, II. xc. 7-10:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sit mihi verna satur: sit non doctissima conjux:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sit nox cum somno, sit sine lite dies, etc.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p939">939</a>. <i>Upon Julia washing herself in the river.</i>
+Imitated from Martial, IV. xxii.:<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Primos passa toros et adhuc placanda marito<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Merserat in nitidos se Cleopatra lacus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dum fugit amplexus: sed prodidit unda latentem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lucebat, totis cum tegeretur aquis.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Condita sic puro numerantur lilia vitro,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sic prohibet tenuis gemma latere rosas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Insilui mersusque vadis luctantia carpsi<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Basia: perspicuae plus vetuistis aquae.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p940">940</a>. <i>Though frankincense</i>, etc. Ovid, <i>de Medic.
+Fac.</i> 83, 84:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quamvis thura deos irataque numina placent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Non tamen accensis omnia danda focis.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p947">947</a>. <i>To his honoured and most ingenious friend,
+Mr. Charles Cotton.</i> Dr. Grosart annotates: "The
+translator of Montaigne, and associate of Izaak
+Walton"; but as the younger Cotton was only
+eighteen when <i>Hesperides</i> was printed, it is perhaps
+more probable that the father is meant, though we
+may note that Herrick and the younger Cotton were
+joint-contributors in 1649 to the <i>Lacrymæ Musarum</i>,
+published in memory of Lord Hastings. For a
+tribute to the brilliant abilities of the elder Cotton,
+see Clarendon's <i>Life</i> (i. 36; ed. 1827).</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p948">948</a>. <i>Women Useless.</i> A variation on a theme as
+old as Euripides. Cp. <i>Medea</i>, 573-5:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4" title="chr&ecirc;n gar allothen pothen brotous">&#967;&#961;&#8134;&#957; &#947;&#8048;&#961; &#7936;&#955;&#955;&#959;&#952;&#8051;&#957; &#960;&#959;&#952;&#949;&#957; &#946;&#961;&#959;&#964;&#959;&#8058;&#962;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="paidas teknousthai, th&ecirc;ly d' ouk einai genos;">&#960;&#945;&#8150;&#948;&#945;&#962; &#964;&#949;&#954;&#957;&#959;&#8166;&#963;&#952;&#945;&#953;, &#952;&#8134;&#955;&#965; &#948;' &#959;&#8016;&#954; &#949;&#7990;&#957;&#945;&#953; &#947;&#8051;&#957;&#959;&#962;&#903;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0" title="chout&ocirc;s an ouk &ecirc;n ouden anthr&ocirc;pois kakon.">&#967;&#959;&#8018;&#964;&#969;&#962; &#7938;&#957; &#959;&#8016;&#954; &#7974;&#957; &#959;&#8016;&#948;&#8050;&#957; &#7936;&#957;&#952;&#961;&#8061;&#960;&#959;&#953;&#962; &#954;&#945;&#954;&#8057;&#957;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p952">952</a>. <i>Weep for the dead, for they have lost the
+light</i>, cp. Ecclus. xxii. 11.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p955">955</a>. <i>To M. Leonard Willan, his peculiar friend.</i>
+A wretched poet; author of "The Phrygian Fabulist;
+or the Fables of &AElig;sop" (1650), "Astraea; or
+True Love's Mirror" (1651), etc.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p956">956</a>. <i>Mr. John Hall, Student of Gray's Inn.</i>
+Hall remained at Cambridge till 1647, and this poem,
+which addresses him as a "Student of Gray's Inn,"
+must therefore have been written almost while <i>Hesperides</i>
+was passing through the press. Hall's
+<i>Horæ Vacivæ, or Essays</i>, published in 1646, had at
+once given him high rank among the wits.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p958">958</a>. <i>To the most comely and proper M. Elizabeth
+Finch.</i> No certain identification has been proposed.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p961">961</a>. <i>To the King, upon his welcome to Hampton
+Court, set and sung.</i> The allusion can only be to
+the king's stay at Hampton Court in 1647. Good
+hope was then entertained of a peaceful settlement,
+and Herrick's ode, enthusiastic as it is, expresses
+little more than this.</p>
+
+<p><i>For an ascendent</i>, etc.: This and the next
+seven lines are taken from phrases on pp. 29-33 of
+the <i>Notes and Observations on some passages of
+Scripture</i>, by John Gregory (see note on N. N. <a href="#2.nn178">178</a>).
+According to Gregory, "The Ascendent of a City is
+that sign which riseth in the Heavens at the laying
+of the first stone".</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n962ii"></a><a href="#2.p962">962</a>. <i>Henry, Marquis of Dorchester.</i> Henry
+Pierrepoint, second Earl of Kingston, succeeded his
+father (Herrick's Newark) July 30, 1643, and was
+created Marquis of Dorchester, March, 1645. "He
+was a very studious nobleman and very learned,<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span>
+particularly in law and physics." (See Burke's <i>Extinct
+Peerages</i>, iii. 435.)</p>
+
+<p><i>When Cato, the severe, entered the circumspacious
+theatre.</i> The allusion is to the visit of Cato to
+the games of Flora, given by Messius. When his
+presence in the theatre was known, the dancing-women
+were not allowed to perform in their accustomed
+lack of costume, whereupon the moralist
+obligingly retired, amidst applause.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p966">966</a>. <i>M. Jo. Harmar, physician to the College
+of Westminster.</i> John Harmar, born at Churchdown,
+near Gloucester, about 1594, was educated at
+Winchester and Magdalen College, Oxford; was a
+master at Magdalen School, the Free School at St.
+Albans, and at Westminster, and Professor of Greek
+at Oxford under the Commonwealth. He died 1670.
+Wood characterises him as a butt for the wits and a
+flatterer of great men, and notes that he was always
+called by the name of Doctor Harmar, though he
+took no higher degree than M.A. But in 1632 he
+supplicated for the degree of M.B., and Dr. Grosart's
+note&mdash;"Herrick, no doubt, playfully transmuted
+'Doctor' into 'Physician'"&mdash;is misleading. He
+may have cared for the minds and bodies of the
+Westminster boys at one and the same time.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Roman language.... If Jove would speak</i>,
+etc. Cp. Ben Jonson's <i>Discoveries</i>: "that testimony
+given by L. Aelius Stilo upon Plautus who affirmed,
+"Musas si latine loqui voluissent Plautino sermone
+fuisse loquuturas". And Cicero [in Plutarch, &sect; 24]
+"said of the Dialogues of Plato, that Jupiter, if it
+were his nature to use language, would speak like
+him".<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p967">967</a>. <i>Upon his spaniel, Tracy.</i> Cp. <i>supra</i>, <a href="#2.p724">724</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p971">971</a>. <i>Strength</i>, etc. Tacitus, <i>Ann.</i> xiii. 19: Nihil
+rerum mortalium tam instabile ac fluxum est, qu&agrave;m
+fama potentiae, non su&acirc; vi nixa.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p975">975</a>. <i>Case is a lawyer</i>, etc. Martial, I. xcviii. Ad
+Naevolum Causidicum. C&ugrave;m clamant omnes, loqueris
+tu, Naevole, tant&ugrave;m.... Ecce, tacent omnes;
+Naevole, dic aliquid.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p977">977</a>. <i>To his sister-in-law, M. Susanna Herrick.</i>
+Cp. <i>supra</i>, <a href="#1.p522">522</a>. The subject is again the making
+up of the book of the poet's elect.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p978">978</a>. <i>Upon the Lady Crew.</i> Cp. Herrick's Epithalamium
+for her marriage with Sir Clipsby Crew,
+<a href="#1.p283">283</a>. She died 1639, and was buried in Westminster
+Abbey.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p979">979</a>. <i>On Tomasin Parsons.</i> Daughter of the
+organist of Westminster Abbey: cp. <a href="#1.p500">500</a> and
+<a href="#1.n500i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p983">983</a>. <i>To his kinsman, M. Thomas Herrick, who
+desired to be in his book.</i> Cp. <a href="#1.p106">106</a> and <a href="#1.n106i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p989">989</a>. <i>Care keeps the conquest.</i> Perhaps jotted
+down with reference to the Governorship of Exeter
+by Sir John Berkeley: see <a href="#2.n745ii">Note</a> to <a href="#2.p745">745</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p992">992</a>. <i>To the handsome Mistress Grace Potter.</i>
+Probably sister to the Mistress Amy Potter celebrated
+in <a href="#2.p837">837</a>, where see <a href="#2.n837ii">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p995">995</a>. <i>We've more to bear our charge than way to
+go.</i> Seneca, Ep. 77: quantulumcunque haberem,
+tamen plus superesset viatici quam viae, quoted by
+Montaigne, II. xxviii.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1000">1000</a>. <i>The Gods, pillars, and men.</i> Horace's
+Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di,<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>
+non concessere columnae (<i>Ars Poet.</i> 373). Latin
+poets hung up their epigrams in public places.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1002">1002</a>. <i>To the Lord Hopton on his fight in Cornwall.</i>
+Sir Ralph Hopton won two brilliant victories
+for the Royalists, at Bradock Down and Stratton,
+January and May, 1643, and was created Baron
+Hopton in the following September. Originally a
+Parliamentarian, he was one of the king's ablest and
+most loyal servants.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1008">1008</a>. <i>Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.</i>
+Terence, <i>Haut.</i> IV. ii. 8: Nihil tam difficile est quin
+quaerendo investigari posset.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1009">1009</a>. <i>Labour is held up by the hope of rest.</i> Ps.
+Sallust, <i>Epist. ad C. Caes.</i>: Sapientes laborem spe
+otii sustentant.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1022">1022</a>. <i>Posting to Printing.</i> Mart. V. x. 11, 12:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Vos, tamen, o nostri, ne festinate, libelli:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Si post fata venit gloria, non propero.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1023">1023</a>. <i>No kingdoms got by rapine long endure.</i>
+Seneca, <i>Troad.</i> 264: Violenta nemo imperia continuit
+dies.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1026">1026</a>. <i>Saint Distaff's Day.</i> "Saint Distaff is perhaps
+only a coinage of our poet's to designate the
+day when, the Christmas vacation being over, good
+housewives, with others, resumed their usual employment."
+(Nott.) The phrase is explained in
+dictionaries and handbooks, but no other use of it
+is quoted than this. Herrick's poem was pilfered by
+Henry Bold (a notorious plagiarist) in <i>Wit a-sporting
+in a pleasant Grove of New Fancies</i>, 1657.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1028">1028</a>. <i>My beloved Westminster.</i> As mentioned in<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span>
+the brief "Life" of Herrick prefixed to vol. i., all the
+references in this poem seem to refer to Herrick's
+courtier-days, between leaving Cambridge and going
+to Devonshire. He then, doubtless, resided in
+Westminster for the sake of proximity to Whitehall.
+It has been suggested, however, that the
+reference is to Westminster School, but we have
+no evidence that Herrick was educated there.</p>
+
+<p><i>Golden Cheapside.</i> My friend, Mr. Herbert Horne,
+in his admirably-chosen selection from the <i>Hesperides</i>,
+suggests that the allusion here is to the great gilt
+cross at the end of Wood Street. The suggestion
+is ingenious; but as Cheapside was the goldsmiths'
+quarter this would amply justify the epithet, which
+may indeed only refer to Cheapside as a money-winning
+street, as we might say Golden Lombard
+Street.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1032">1032</a>. <i>Things are uncertain.</i> Tiberius, in Tacitus,
+<i>Annal.</i> i. 72: Cuncta mortalium incerta; quantoque
+plus adeptus foret, tanto se magis in lubrico.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1034">1034</a>. <i>Good wits get more fame by their punishment.</i>
+Cp. Tacit. <i>Ann.</i> iv. 35, sub fin.: Punitis
+ingeniis gliscit auctoritas, etc., quoted by Bacon
+and Milton.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n1035ii"></a><a href="#2.p1035">1035</a>. <i>Twelfth Night: or King and Queen.</i> Herrick
+alludes to these "Twelfth-Tide Kings and
+Queens" in writing to Endymion Porter (<a href="#2.p662">662</a>), and
+earlier still, in the "New-Year's Gift to Sir Simeon
+Steward" (<a href="#1.p319">319</a>) he speaks&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Of Twelfth-Tide cakes, of Peas and Beans,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherewith ye make those merry scenes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenas ye choose your King and Queen".<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p>Brand (i. 27) illustrates well from "Speeches to the
+Queen at Sudley" in Nichols' <i>Progresses of Queen
+Elizabeth</i>.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>Melib&#339;us.</i> Cut the cake: who hath the bean shall
+be king, and where the pea is, she shall be queen.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nisa.</i> I have the pea and must be queen.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mel.</i> I the bean, and king. I must command."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1045">1045</a>. <i>Comfort in Calamity.</i> An allusion to the
+ejection from their benefices which befel most of the
+loyal clergy at the same time as Herrick. It is
+perhaps worth noting that in the second volume of
+this edition, and in the last hundred poems printed
+in the first, wherever a date can be fixed it is always
+in the forties. Equally late poems occur, though
+much less frequently, among the first five hundred,
+but there the dated poems belong, for the most part,
+to the years 1623-1640. Now, in April 29, 1640, as
+stated in the brief "Life" prefixed to vol. i., there
+was entered at Stationers' Hall, "The severall poems
+written by Master Robert Herrick," a book which,
+as far as is known, never saw the light. It was
+probably, however, to this book that Herrick addressed
+the poem (<a href="#1.p405">405</a>) beginning:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Have I not blest thee? Then go forth, nor fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or spice, or fish, or fire, or close-stools here";<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>and we may fairly regard the first five hundred
+poems of <i>Hesperides</i> as representing the intended
+collection of 1640, with a few additions, and the
+last six hundred as for the most part later, and I
+must add, inferior work. This is borne out by the
+absence of any manuscript versions of poems in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span>
+second half of the book. Herrick's verses would
+only be passed from hand to hand when he was
+living among the wits in London.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1046">1046</a>. <i>Twilight.</i> Ovid, <i>Amores</i>, I. v. 5, 6: Crepuscula
+... ubi nox abiit, nec tamen orta dies.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1048">1048</a>. <i>Consent makes the cure.</i> Seneca, <i>Hippol.</i>
+250: Pars sanitatis velle sanari fuit.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1050">1050</a>. <i>Causeless whipping.</i> Ovid, <i>Heroid.</i> v. 7, 8:
+Leniter ex merito quicquid patiare, ferendum est;
+Quae venit indignae poena, dolenda venit. Quoted
+by Montaigne, III. xiii.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1052">1052</a>. <i>His comfort.</i> Terence, <i>Adelph.</i> I. i. 18:
+Ego ... quod fortunatum isti putant, Uxorem nunquam
+habui.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1053">1053</a>. <i>Sincerity.</i> From Hor. <i>Ep.</i> I. ii. 54: Sincerum
+est nisi vas, quodcunque infundis acescit.
+Quoted by Montaigne, III. xiii.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1056">1056</a>. <i>To his peculiar friend, M. Jo. Wicks.</i> See
+<a href="#1.p336">336</a> and <a href="#1.n336i">Note</a>. Written after Herrick's ejection. We
+know that the poet's uncle, Sir William Herrick,
+suffered greatly in estate during the Civil War, and
+it may have been the same with other friends and
+relatives. But there can be little doubt that the poet
+found abundant hospitality on his return to London.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1059">1059</a>. <i>A good Death.</i> August. <i>de Disciplin. Christ.</i>
+13: Non potest mal&egrave; mori, qui ben&egrave; vixerit.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1061">1061</a>. <i>On Fortune.</i> Seneca, <i>Medea</i>, 176: Fortuna
+opes auferre non animum potest.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1062">1062</a>. <i>To Sir George Parry, Doctor of the Civil
+Law.</i> According to Dr. Grosart, Parry "was admitted
+to the College of Advocates, London, 3rd
+Nov., 1628; but almost nothing has been transmitted<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span>
+concerning him save that he married the daughter
+and heir of Sir Giles Sweet, Dean of Arches". I
+can hardly doubt that he must be identified with the
+Dr. George Parry, Chancellor to the Bishop of
+Exeter, who in 1630 was accused of excommunicating
+persons for the sake of fees, but was highly
+praised in 1635 and soon after appointed a Judge
+Marshal. If so, his wife was a widow when she
+came to him, as she is spoken of in 1638 as "Lady
+Dorothy Smith, wife of Sir Nicholas Smith, deceased".
+She brought him a rich dower, and her
+death greatly confused his affairs.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1067">1067</a>. <i>Gentleness.</i> Seneca, <i>Phoen.</i> 659: Qui vult
+amari, languid&acirc; regnet manu. And Ben Jonson,
+<i>Panegyre</i> (1603): "He knew that those who would
+with love command, Must with a tender yet a steadfast
+hand, Sustain the reins".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1068">1068</a>. <i>Mrs. Eliza Wheeler.</i> See <a href="#1.p130">130</a> and <a href="#1.n130i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1071">1071</a>. <i>To the Honoured Master Endymion Porter.</i>
+For Porter's patronage of poetry see <a href="#1.p117">117</a> and <a href="#1.n117i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1080">1080</a>. <i>The Mistress of all singular Manners,
+Mistress Portman.</i> Dr. Grosart notes that a Mrs.
+Mary Portman was buried at Putney Parish Church,
+June 27, 1671, and this was perhaps Herrick's schoolmistress,
+the "pearl of Putney".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1087">1087</a>. <i>Where pleasures rule a kingdom.</i> Cicero,
+<i>De Senect.</i> xii. 41: Neque omnino in voluptatis
+regno virtutem posse consistere. <i>He lives who lives
+to virtue.</i> Comp. Sallust, <i>Catil.</i> 2, s. fin.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1088">1088</a>. <i>Twice five-and-twenty (bate me but one year).</i>
+As Herrick was born in 1591, this poem must have
+been written in 1640.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1089">1089</a>. <i>To M. Laurence Swetnaham.</i> Unless the
+various entries in the parish registers of St. Margaret's,
+Westminster, refer to different men, this
+Lawrence Swetnaham was the third son of Thomas
+Swettenham of Swettenham in Cheshire, married
+in 1602 to Mary Birtles. Lawrence himself had
+children as early as 1629, and ten years later was
+church-warden. He was buried in the Abbey, 1673.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1091">1091</a>. <i>My lamp to you I give.</i> Allusion to the
+<span title="Lampad&ecirc;phoria">&#923;&#945;&#956;&#960;&#945;&#948;&#951;&#966;&#959;&#961;&#8055;&#945;</span> which Plato (<i>Legg.</i> 776B) uses to
+illustrate the succession of generations. So Lucretius
+(ii. 77): Et quasi cursores vita&iuml; lampada
+tradunt.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1092">1092</a>. <i>Michael Oulsworth.</i> Michael Oulsworth,
+Oldsworth or Oldisworth, graduated M.A. from
+Magdalen College, Oxford, in 1614. According to
+Wood, "he was afterwards Fellow of his College,
+Secretary to Earl of Pembroke, elected a burgess to
+serve in several Parliaments for Sarum and Old
+Sarum, and though in the Grand Rebellion he was
+no Colonel, yet he was Governor of Old Pembroke,
+and Montgomery led him by the nose as he pleased,
+to serve both their turns". The partnership, however,
+was not eternal, for between 1648 and 1650
+Oldisworth published at least eight virulent satires
+against his former master.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1094">1094</a>. <i>Truth&mdash;her own simplicity.</i> Seneca, <i>Ep.</i>
+49: (Ut ille tragicus), Veritatis simplex oratio est.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1097">1097</a>. <i>Kings must be dauntless.</i> Seneca, <i>Thyest.</i>
+388: Rex est qui metuit nihil.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1100">1100</a>. <i>To his brother, Nicholas Herrick.</i> Baptized
+April 22, 1589; a merchant trading to the Levant.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>
+He married Susanna Salter, to whom Herrick addresses
+two poems (<a href="#1.p522">522</a>, <a href="#2.p977">977</a>).</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1103">1103</a>. <i>A King and no King.</i> Seneca, <i>Thyest.</i>
+214: Ubicunque tant&ugrave;m honest&egrave; dominanti licet,
+Precario regnatur.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1118">1118</a>. <i>Necessity makes dastards valiant men.</i>
+Sallust, <i>Catil.</i> 58: Necessitudo ... timidos fortes
+facit.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1119">1119</a>. <i>Sauce for Sorrows.</i> Printed in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i>, 1650. <i>An equal mind.</i> Plautus,
+<i>Rudens</i>, II. iii. 71: Animus aequus optimum est
+aerumnae condimentum.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1126">1126</a>. <i>The End of his Work.</i> Printed in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i>, 1650, under the title: <i>Of this Book.</i>
+From Ovid, <i>Ars Am.</i> i. 773, 774:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pars superest caepti, pars est exhausta laboris:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hic teneat nostras anchora jacta rates.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1127">1127</a>. <i>My wearied bark</i>, etc. Ovid, <i>Rem. Am.</i>
+811, 812:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i5">fessae date serta carinæ:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Contigimus portum, quo mihi cursus erat.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1128">1128</a>. <i>The work is done.</i> Ovid, <i>Ars Am.</i> ii. 733,
+734:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Finis adest operi: palmam date, grata juventus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sertaque odoratae myrtea ferte comae.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a href="#2.p1130">1130</a>. <i>His Muse.</i> Cp. <a href="#2.n624ii">Note</a> on <a href="#2.p624">624</a>.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="2.NOBLE_NUMBERS"></a>NOBLE NUMBERS.</h2>
+
+
+<p><a href="#2.n3">3</a>. <i>Weigh me the Fire.</i> <i>2 Esdras</i>, iv. 5, 7; v.
+9, 36: "Weigh me ... the fire, or measure me ...
+the wind," etc.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n4">4</a>. <i>God ... is the best known, not....</i> <i>August.
+de Ord.</i> ii. 16: [Deus] scitur melius nesciendo.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n5">5</a>. <i>Supraentity</i>, <span title="to hyperont&ocirc;s on">&#964;&#8056; &#8017;&#960;&#949;&#961;&#8057;&#957;&#964;&#969;&#962; &#8004;&#957;</span>, Plotinus.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n7">7</a>. <i>His wrath is free from perturbation.</i> August.
+<i>de Civ. Dei</i>, ix. 5: Ipse Deus secundum Scripturas
+irascitur, nec tamen ull&acirc; passione turbatur. <i>Enchir.
+ad Laurent.</i> 33: Cum irasci dicitur Deus, non significatur
+perturbatio, qualis est in animo irascentis
+hominis.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n9">9</a>. <i>Those Spotless two Lambs.</i> "This is the offering
+made by fire which ye shall offer unto the Lord:
+two lambs of the first year without spot, day by day,
+for a continual burnt-offering." (Numb. xxviii. 3.)</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.nn17"></a><a href="#2.n17">17</a>. <i>An Anthem sung in the Chapel of Whitehall.</i>
+This may be added to Nos. <a href="#2.n96">96-98</a>, and <a href="#2.n102">102</a>, the
+poems on which Mr. Hazlitt bases his conjecture
+that Herrick may have held some subordinate post
+in the Chapel Royal.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n37">37</a>. <i>When once the sin has fully acted been.</i>
+Tacitus, <i>Ann.</i> xiv. 10: Perfecto demum scelere,
+magnitudo ejus intellecta est.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n38">38</a>. <i>Upon Time.</i> Were this poem anonymous
+it would probably be attributed rather to George
+Herbert than to Herrick.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n41">41</a>. <i>His Litany to the Holy Spirit.</i> We may quote
+again from Barron Field's account in the <i>Quarterly
+Review</i> (1810) of his cross-examination of the Dean
+Prior villagers for Reminiscences of Herrick: "The
+person, however, who knows more of Herrick than
+all the rest of the neighbourhood we found to be a
+poor woman in the 99th year of her age, named
+Dorothy King. She repeated to us, with great
+exactness, five of his <i>Noble Numbers</i>, among which
+was his beautiful 'Litany'. These she had learnt
+from her mother, who was apprenticed to Herrick's
+successor at the vicarage. She called them her
+prayers, which she said she was in the habit of
+putting up in bed, whenever she could not sleep;
+and she therefore began the 'Litany' at the second
+stanza:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'When I lie within my bed,' etc."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Another of her midnight orisons was the poem beginning:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Every night Thou dost me fright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And keep mine eyes from sleeping," etc.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The last couplet, it should be noted, is misquoted
+from No. <a href="#2.n56">56</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n54">54</a>. <i>Spew out all neutralities.</i> From the message
+to the Church of the Laodiceans, Rev. iii. 16.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n59">59</a>. <i>A Present by a Child.</i> Cp. "A pastoral upon
+the Birth of Prince Charles" (<i>Hesperides</i> <a href="#1.p213">213</a>), and
+<a href="#1.n213i">Note</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n63">63</a>. <i>God's mirth: man's mourning.</i> Perhaps
+founded on Prov. i. 26: "I also will laugh at your
+calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n65">65</a>. <i>My Alma.</i> The name is probably suggested
+by its meaning "soul". Cp. Prior's <i>Alma</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n72">72</a>. <i>I'll cast a mist and cloud.</i> Cp. Hor. I. <i>Ep.</i>
+xvi. 62: Noctem peccatis et fraudibus objice nubem.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n75">75</a>. <i>That house is bare.</i> Horace, <i>Ep.</i> I. vi. 45:
+Exilis domus est, ubi non et multa supersunt.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n77">77</a>. <i>Lighten my candle</i>, etc. The phraseology of
+the next five lines is almost entirely from the Psalms
+and the Song of Solomon.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n86">86</a>. <i>Sin leads the way.</i> Hor. <i>Odes</i>, III. ii. 32:
+Raro antecedentem scelestum Deseruit pede Poena
+claudo.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n88">88</a>. <i>By Faith we ... walk ..., not by the Spirit.</i>
+2 Cor. v. 7: "We walk by faith, not by sight". 'By
+the Spirit' perhaps means, 'in spiritual bodies'.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n96">96</a>. <i>Sung to the King.</i> See Note on <a href="#2.nn17">17</a>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Composed by M. Henry Lawes.</i> See <i>Hesperides</i>
+<a href="#2.p851">851</a>, and <a href="#2.n851ii">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n102">102</a>. <i>The Star-Song.</i> This may have been composed
+partly with reference to the noonday star
+during the Thanksgiving for Charles II.'s birth.
+See <i>Hesperides</i> <a href="#1.p213">213</a>, and <a href="#1.n213i">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><i>We'll choose him King.</i> A reference to the
+Twelfth Night games. See <i>Hesperides</i> <a href="#2.p1035">1035</a>, and
+<a href="#2.n1035ii">Note</a>.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n108">108</a>. <i>Good men afflicted most.</i> Taken almost
+entirely from Seneca, <i>de Provid.</i> 3, 4: Ignem experitur
+[Fortuna] in Mucio, paupertatem in
+Fabricio, ... tormenta in Regulo, venenum in<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span>
+Socrate, mortem in Catone. The allusions may
+be briefly explained for the unclassical. At the
+siege of Dyrrachium, Marcus Cassius Scæva caught
+120 darts on his shield; Horatius Cocles is the hero
+of the bridge (see Macaulay's <i>Lays</i>); C. Mucius
+Scævola held his hand in the fire to illustrate to
+Porsenna Roman fearlessness; Cato is Cato Uticensis,
+the philosophic suicide; "high Atilius" will
+be more easily recognised as the M. Atilius Regulus
+who defied the Carthaginians; Fabricius Luscinus
+refused not only the presents of Pyrrhus, but all
+reward of the State, and lived in poverty on his own
+farm.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n109">109</a>. <i>A wood of darts.</i> Cp. Virg. <i>&AElig;n.</i> x. 886:
+Ter secum Troius heros Immanem aerato circumfert
+tegmine silvam.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n112">112</a>. <i>The Recompense.</i> Herrick is said to have
+assumed the lay habit on his return to London after
+his ejection, perhaps as a protection against further
+persecution. This quatrain may be taken as evidence
+that he did not throw off his religion with his
+cassock. Compare also <a href="#2.n124">124</a>.</p>
+
+<p><i>All I have lost that could be rapt from me.</i> From
+Ovid, III. <i>Trist.</i> vii. 414: Raptaque sint adimi quae
+potuere mihi.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n123">123</a>. <i>Thy light that ne'er went out.</i> Prov. xxxi.
+18 (of 'the Excellent Woman'): "Her candle goeth
+not out by night". <i>All set about with lilies.</i> Cp.
+<i>Cant. Canticorum</i>, vii. 2: Venter tuus sicut acervus
+tritici, vallatus liliis.</p>
+
+<p><i>Will show these garments.</i> So Acts ix. 39.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n134">134</a>. <i>God had but one son free from sin.</i> Augustin.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span>
+<i>Confess.</i> vi.: Deus unicum habet filium sine peccato,
+nullum sine flagello, quoted in Burton, II. iii. 1.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n136">136</a>. <i>Science in God.</i> Bp. Davenant, <i>on Colossians</i>,
+166, <i>ed.</i> 1639; speaking of Omniscience:
+Proprietates Divinitatis non sunt accidentia, sed ipsa
+Dei essentia.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n145">145</a>. <i>Tears.</i> Augustin. <i>Enarr. Ps.</i> cxxvii.:
+Dulciores sunt lacrymae orantium qu&agrave;m gaudia
+theatorum.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n146">146</a>. <i>Manna.</i> Wisdom xvi. 20, 21: "Angels'
+food ... agreeing to every taste".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n147">147</a>. <i>As Cassiodore doth prove.</i> Reverentia est
+enim Domini timor cum amore permixtus. Cassiodor.
+<i>Expos. in Psalt.</i> xxxiv. 30; quoted by Dr.
+Grosart. My clerical predecessor has also hunted
+down with much industry the possible sources of
+most of the other patristic references in <i>Noble Numbers</i>,
+though I have been able to add a few. We
+may note that Herrick quotes Cassiodorus (twice),
+John of Damascus, Boethius, Thomas Aquinas, St.
+Bernard, St. Augustine (thrice), St. Basil, and St.
+Ambrose&mdash;a goodly list of Fathers, if we had any
+reason to suppose that the quotations were made at
+first hand.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n148">148</a>. <i>Mercy ... a Deity.</i> Pausanias, <i>Attic.</i> I.
+xvii. 1.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n153">153</a>. <i>Mora Sponsi, the stay of the bridegroom.</i>
+Maldonatus, <i>Comm. in Matth.</i> xxv.: Hieronymus
+et Hilarius moram sponsi p&#339;nitentiae tempus esse
+dicunt.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n157">157</a>. <i>Montes Scripturarum.</i> See August. <i>Enarr.
+in Ps.</i> xxxix., and passim.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n167">167</a>. <i>A dereliction.</i> The word is from Ps. xxii.
+1: Quare me dereliquisti? "Why hast Thou forsaken
+me?" Herrick took it from Gregory's <i>Notes and
+Observations</i> (see infra), p. 5: 'Our Saviour ... in
+that great case of dereliction'.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n174">174</a>. <i>Martha, Martha.</i> See Luke x. 41, and
+August. <i>Serm.</i> cii. 3: Repetitio nominis indicium est
+dilectionis.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n177">177</a>. <i>Paradise.</i> Gregory, p. 75, on "the reverend
+Say of Zoroaster, Seek Paradise," quotes from the
+Scholiast Psellus: "The Chaldæan Paradise (saith
+he) is a Quire of divine powers incircling the Father".</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.nn178"></a><a href="#2.n178">178</a>. <i>The Jews when they built houses.</i> Herrick's
+rabbinical lore (cp. <a href="#2.n180">180</a>, <a href="#2.n181">181</a>, <a href="#2.n193">193</a>, <a href="#2.n207">207</a>, <a href="#2.n224">224</a>), like his
+patristic, was probably derived at second hand
+through some biblical commentary. Much of it
+certainly comes from the <i>Notes and Observations upon
+some Passages of Scripture</i> (Oxford, 1646) of John
+Gregory, chaplain of Christ Church, a prodigy of oriental
+learning, who died in his 39th year, March 13, 1646.
+Thus in his Address to the Reader (3rd page from
+end) Gregory remarks: "The Jews, when they build
+a house, are bound to leave some part of it unfinished
+in memory of the destruction of Jerusalem,"
+giving a reference to Leo of Modena, <i>Degli Riti
+Hebraici</i>, Part I.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n180">180</a>. <i>Observation. The Virgin Mother</i>, etc.
+Gregory, pp. 24-27, shows that Sitting, the usual
+posture of mourners, was forbidden by both Roman
+and Jewish Law "in capital causes". "This was the
+reason why ... she stood up still in a resolute and
+almost impossible compliance with the Law....<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span>
+They sat ... after leave obtained ... to bury the
+body."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n181">181</a>. <i>Tapers.</i> Cp. Gregory's <i>Notes</i>, p. 111: "The
+funeral tapers (however thought of by some) are of
+the same harmless import. Their meaning is to
+show that the departed souls are not quite put out,
+but having walked here as the children of the Light
+are now gone to walk before God in the light of the
+living."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n185">185</a>. <i>God in the holy tongue.</i> J. G., p. 135:
+"God is called in the Holy Tongue ... the Place;
+or that Fulness which filleth All in All".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n186">186</a>, <a href="#2.n187">187</a>, <a href="#2.n188">188</a>, <a href="#2.n189">189</a>, <a href="#2.n197">197</a>. <i>God's Presence, Dwelling</i>,
+etc. J. G., pp. 135-9: "Shecinah, or God's Dwelling
+Presence". "God is said to be nearer to this man
+than to that, more in one place than in another.
+Thus he is said to depart from some and come to
+others, to leave this place and to abide in that, not
+by essential application of Himself, much less by
+local motion, but by impression of effect." "With
+just men (saith St. Bernard) God is present, <i>in
+veritate</i>, in deed, but with the wicked, dissemblingly."
+"He is called in the Holy Tongue, Jehovah, He
+that is, or Essence." "He is said to dwell there
+(saith Maimon) where He putteth the marks ... of
+His Majesty; and He doth this by His Grace and
+Holy Spirit."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n190">190</a>. <i>The Virgin Mary.</i> J. G., p. 86: "St.
+Ephrem upon those words of Jacob, This is the
+House of God, and this is the Gate of Heaven.
+This saying (saith he) is to be meant of the Virgin
+Mary ... truly to be called the House of God, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span>
+wherein the Son of God ... inhabited, and as
+truly the Gate of Heaven, for the Lord of heaven
+and earth entered thereat; and it shall not be set
+open the second time, according to that of Ezekiel
+(xliv. 2): I saw (saith he) a gate in the East; the
+glorious Lord entered thereat; thenceforth that gate
+was shut, and is not any more to be opened (<i>Catena
+Arab.</i> c. 58)."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n192">192</a>. <i>Upon Woman and Mary.</i> The reference is
+to Christ's appearance to St. Mary Magdalene in the
+Garden after the Resurrection, John xx. 15, 16.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n193">193</a>. <i>North and South.</i> Comp. <i>Hesper.</i> 429.
+<i>Observation</i>. J. G., pp. 92, 93: "Whosoever (say
+the Doctors in Berachoth) shall set his bed N. and S.,
+shall beget male children. Therefore the Jews hold
+this rite of collocation ... to this day.... They
+are bound to place their ... house of office in the
+very same situation ... that the uncomely necessities ...
+might not fall into the Walk and Ways
+of God, whose Shecinah or dwelling presence lieth
+W. and E."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n195">195</a>. <i>Noah the first was</i>, etc. Cp. Gregory, <i>Notes</i>,
+p. 28.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n201">201</a>. <i>Temporal goods.</i> August., quoted by Burton,
+II. iii. 3: Dantur quidem bonis, saith Austin, ne
+quis mala aestimet, malis autem ne quis nimis bona.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n203">203</a>. <i>Speak, did the blood of Abel cry</i>, etc. Cp.
+Gregory's <i>Notes</i>, pp. 118: "But did the blood of
+Abel speak? saith Theophylact. Yes, it cried unto
+God for vengeance, as that of sprinkling for propitiation
+and mercy."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n204">204</a>. <i>A thing of such a reverend reckoning.</i> Cp.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span>
+Gregory, 118-9: "The blood of Abel was so holy and
+reverend a thing, in the sense and reputation of the
+old world, that the men of that time used to swear
+by it".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n205">205</a>. <i>A Position in the Hebrew Divinity.</i> From
+Gregory's <i>Notes</i>, pp. 134, 5: "That old position in
+the Hebrew Divinity ... that a repenting man is
+of more esteem in the sight of God than one that
+never fell away".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n206">206</a>. <i>The Doctors in the Talmud.</i> From Gregory's
+<i>Notes</i>, <i>l.c.</i>: "The Doctors in the Talmud say, that
+one day spent here in true Repentance is more
+worth than eternity itself, or all the days of heaven
+in the other world".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n207">207</a>. <i>God's Presence.</i> Again from Gregory's Notes,
+pp. 136 sq.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n208">208</a>. <i>The Resurrection.</i> Gregory's <i>Notes</i>, pp.
+128-29, translating from a Greek MS. of Mathæus
+Blastares in the Bodleian: "The wonder of this is
+far above that of the resurrection of our bodies; for
+then the earth giveth up her dead but one for one,
+but in the case of the corn she giveth up many
+living ones for one dead one".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n243">243</a>. <i>Confession twofold is.</i> August, in Ps. xxix.
+<i>Enarr.</i> ii. 19: Confessio gemina est, aut peccati, aut
+laudis.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n254">254</a>. <i>Gold and frankincense.</i> St. Matt. ii. 11.
+St. Ambrose. Aurum Regi, thus Deo.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n256">256</a>. <i>The Chewing the Cud.</i> Cp. Lev. xi. 6.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.n258">258</a>. <i>As my little pot doth boil</i>, etc. This far-fetched
+little poem is an instance of Herrick's habit
+of jotting down his thoughts in verse. In cooking<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span>
+some food for a charitable purpose he seems to have
+noticed that the boiling pot tossed the meat to and
+fro, or "waved" it (the priest's work), and that he
+himself was giving away the meat he lifted off the
+fire, the "heave-offering," which was the priest's
+perquisite. This is the confusion or "level-coil"
+to which he alludes.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="2.NOTES_TO_ADDITIONAL_POEMS"></a>NOTES TO ADDITIONAL POEMS.</h2>
+
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.THE_DESCRIPTION_OF_A_WOMAN">The Description of a Woman</a></i>. Printed in <i>Witts
+Recreations</i>, 1645, and contained also in Ashmole
+MS. 38, where it is signed: "Finis. Robert Herrick."
+Our version is taken from <i>Witts Recreations</i>,
+with the exception of the readings <i>show</i> and <i>grow</i>
+(for <i>shown</i> and <i>grown</i>, in ll. 15 and 16). The Ashmole
+MS. contains in all thirty additional lines,
+which may or may not be by Herrick, but which,
+as not improving the poem, have been omitted in
+our text in accordance with the precedent set by the
+editor of <i>Witts Recreations</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.MR_HERRICK_HIS_DAUGHTERS_DOWRY">Mr. Herrick: his Daughter's Dowry</a>.</i> From Ashmole
+MS. 38, where it is signed: "Finis. Robt.
+Hericke."</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.MR_ROBERT_HERRICK_HIS_FAREWELL_UNTO_POETRY">Mr. Robert Herrick: his Farewell unto Poetry</a>.</i>
+Printed by Dr. Grosart and Mr. Hazlitt from Ashmole
+MS. 38. I add a few readings from Brit. Mus.
+Add. MS. 22, 603, where it is entitled: <i>Herrick's
+Farewell to Poetry</i>. The importance of the poem
+for Herrick's biography is alluded to in the brief
+"Life" prefixed to vol. i.</p>
+
+<p>For <i>some sleepy keys</i> the Museum MS. reads, <i>the
+sleeping keys</i>; for <i>yet forc't they are to go</i> it has <i>and
+yet are forc't to go</i>; <i>drinking to the odd Number of</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span><i>
+Nine</i> for <i>Number of Wine</i>, as to which see below;
+<i>turned her home</i> for <i>twirled her home</i>; <i>dear soul</i>
+for <i>rare soul</i>. All these are possible, but <i>beloved
+Africa</i>, and the omission of the two half lines, "'tis
+not need The scarecrow unto mankind," are pure
+blunders.</p>
+
+<p><i>Drinking to the odd Number of Nine</i>. I introduce
+this into the text from the Museum manuscript
+as agreeing with the</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Well, I can quaff, I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To th' number five<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or nine"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>of <i>A Bacchanalian Verse</i> (<i>Hesperides</i> <a href="#2.p653">653</a>), on which
+see Note. Dr. Grosart explains the Ashmole reading
+<i>Wine</i> by the Note "<i><span title="oinos">&#959;&#7990;&#957;&#959;&#962;</span></i> and <i>vinum</i> both give
+five, the number of perfection"; but this seems too
+far-fetched for Herrick.</p>
+
+<p><i>Kiss, so depart.</i> By a strange freak Ashmole MS.
+writes <i>Guesse</i>, and the Museum MS. <i>Ghesse</i>; but
+the emendation <i>Kiss</i> (adopted both by Dr. Grosart
+and Mr. Hazlitt) cannot be doubted.</p>
+
+<p><i>Well doing's the fruit of doing well.</i> Seneca, <i>de
+Clem.</i> i. 1: Rect&egrave; factorum verus fructus [est] fecisse.
+Also <i>Ep.</i> 81: Recte facti fecisse merces est. The
+latter, and Cicero, <i>de Finib.</i> II. xxii. 72, are quoted
+by Montaigne, <i>Ess.</i> II. xvi.</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.A_CAROL_PRESENTED_TO_DR_WILLIAMS_BISHOP_OF">A Carol presented to Dr. Williams</a>.</i> From Ashmole
+MS. 36, 298. For Dr. Williams, see Note to
+<i>Hesperides</i> <a href="#1.n146i">146</a>. This poem was apparently written
+in 1640, after the removal of the bishop's suspension.</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.SONG_HIS_MISTRESS_TO_HIM_AT_HIS_FAREWELL">His Mistress to him at his Farewell</a>.</i> From Add.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span>
+MS. 11, 811, at the British Museum, where it is
+signed "Ro. Herrick".</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#UPON_PARTING">Upon Parting</a>.</i> From Harleian MS. 6917, at the
+British Museum.</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.UPON_MASTER_FLETCHERS_INCOMPARABLE_PLAYS">Upon Master Fletcher's Incomparable Plays</a>.</i>
+Printed in Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, 1647,
+and Beaumont's Poems, 1653.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Golden Pomp is come.</i> Ovid, "Aurea Pompa
+venit" (as in <i>Hesperides</i> <a href="#1.p201">201</a>).</p>
+
+<p><i>To be with juice of cedar washed all over.</i>
+Horace's "linenda cedro," as in <i>Hesperides</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Evadne.</i> See Note to <i>Hesperides</i> <a href="#2.n575ii">575</a>.</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.THE_NEW_CHARON">The New Charon</a>.</i> First printed in "Lachrymae
+Musarum. The tears of the Muses: exprest in
+Elegies written by divers persons of Nobility and
+Worth, upon the death of the most hopefull Henry,
+Lord Hastings.... Collected and set forth by
+R[ichard] B[rome]. <i>London</i>, 1649." This is the
+only poem which we know of Herrick's, written
+after 1648, and even in this Herrick uses materials
+already employed in "Charon and the Nightingale"
+in <i>Hesperides</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i><a href="#2.EPITAPH_ON_THE_TOMB_OF_SIR_EDWARD_GILES">Epitaph on the Tomb of Sir Edward Giles</a>.</i> First
+printed by Dr. Grosart from the monument in Dean
+Prior Church. Sir Edward Giles was the occupant
+of Dean Court and the magnate of the parish.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="2.APPENDIX_I"></a>APPENDIX I.<br /><br />
+
+<small>HERRICK'S POEMS IN WITTS
+RECREATIONS.</small></h2>
+
+
+<p>Both Mr. Hazlitt and Dr. Grosart have slightly
+misrepresented the relation of <i>Hesperides</i> to the
+anthology known as <i>Witts Recreations</i>: Mr. Hazlitt
+by mistakes as to their respective contents; Dr.
+Grosart (after a much more careful collation) by
+taking down the date of the wrong edition. To put
+matters straight four editions have to be examined:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I. "Witts Recreations. Selected from the
+finest Fancies of Moderne Muses, With a
+Thousand out Landish Proverbs. <i>London.
+Printed for Humph. Blunden at ye Castle
+in Cornhill, 1640.</i> 8vo."</p></div>
+
+<p>This general title-page is engraved by W. Marshall.
+The Outlandish Proverbs were selected by George
+Herbert, and, like the first part, have a printed title-page
+of their own.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>II. "Witts Recreations. Augmented with Ingenious
+Conceites for the wittie and Merrie
+Medicines for the Melancholie. <i>London.
+Printed for Humph. Blunden: at ye Castle
+in Cornhill, 1641.</i> 8vo."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>In this, and subsequent editions, Marshall's title-page
+is re-engraved and the Outlandish Proverbs are
+omitted. The printed title-page reads: "Wit's Recreations.
+Containing 630 Epigrams, 160 Epitaphs.
+Variety of Fancies and Fantasticks, Good for
+Melancholly humours. <i>London. Printed by Thomas
+Cotes</i>," etc. The epigrams vary considerably from
+the selection in the previous edition.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>III. "Witts Recreations refined. Augmented,
+with Ingenious Conceites for the wittie, and
+Merrie Medicines for the Melancholie...."</p></div>
+
+<p>In the Museum copy of this edition the imprint
+to the engraved title has been cropped away. The
+printed title-page reads: "Recreation for Ingenious
+Head-peeces. Or, A Pleasant Grove for their Wits
+to walke in. Of Epigrams, 630: Epitaphs, 180:
+Fancies, a number: Fantasticks, abundance, Good
+for melancholy Humors. <i>Printed by R. Cotes for
+H. B. London, 1645.</i> 8vo." Two poems of Herrick's
+occur in the additional "Fancies and Fantasticks,"
+first printed in this edition, viz.: <i>The Description of
+a Woman</i> (not contained in <i>Hesperides</i>), and the
+<i>Farewell to Sack</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>IV. "Witts Recreations refined. Augmented,
+with Ingenious Conceites for the wittie
+and Merrie Medicines for the Melancholie.
+<i>Printed by M. S. sould by I. Hancock in
+Popes head Alley, 1650.</i> 8vo."</p></div>
+
+<p>The printed title-page reads: "Recreations for
+Ingenious Head-peeces. Or, A Pleasant Grove
+for their Wits to Walke in. Of Epigrams, 700:
+Epitaphs, 200: Fancies, a number: Fantasticks,<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span>
+abundance. With their Addition, Multiplication, and
+Division. <i>London, Printed by M. Simmons</i>," etc.
+In this edition many of the Epigrams are omitted
+and more than one hundred fresh ones added. Additions
+are also made to the Epitaphs and Fancies and
+Fantasticks. Of the new Epigrams and Poems no
+less than seventy-two had been printed two years
+earlier in Herrick's <i>Hesperides</i>, and ten others were
+added in 1654 from the same source.</p>
+
+<p><i>Witts Recreations</i> was again reprinted in 1663,
+1667, and perhaps oftener. In 1817 it was issued as
+vol. ii. of a collection of <i>Facetiæ</i>, of which Mennis
+and Smith's <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i> and <i>Wit Restor'd</i>
+formed vol. i. On the title-page <i>Witts Recreations</i>
+is said to be printed from edition 1640, with all the
+wood engravings and improvements of subsequent
+editions, and in the preface it is explained to be
+"reprinted after a collation of the four editions,
+1640, 41, 54, and 63, for the purpose of bringing
+together in one body all the various articles spread
+throughout, and not to be found in any one edition".
+This 1817 reprint was re-issued by Hotten in 1874,
+and this re-issue, as his references to pagination
+show, was the one used by Dr. Grosart. The date
+1640 on the title-page may have caught his eye and
+led to his mistaken allusion to the "prior publication"
+of the Herrick poems in 1640, whereas <i>Hesperides</i>
+was published in 1648, and the editions of <i>Witts
+Recreations</i> which contain anything of his besides
+the <i>Description of a Woman</i> and <i>A Farewell to Sack</i>,
+in 1650, 1654, etc.</p>
+
+<p>In the Notes to the present edition I have drawn<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span>
+attention to all variations in the text of the poems
+as printed by Herrick and the later editors, and now
+subjoin a complete list of the poems under the titles
+which they take in <i>Witts Recreations</i>, with their
+numbers in this edition.</p>
+
+<p class="czerop">1645 Edition.</p>
+
+<p>
+128. A Farewell to Sack.<br />
+[Not in <i>Hesp.</i>] The Description of a Woman.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="czerop">1650 Edition Adds:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+123. A Tear sent to his M<sup>is.</sup><br />
+159. The Cruel Maid.<br />
+162. His Misery.<br />
+172. With a Ring to Julia.<br />
+200. On Gubbs.<br />
+206. On Bunce.<br />
+239. On Guesse.<br />
+241. On a Painted Madam.<br />
+310. On a Child.<br />
+311. On Sneape.<br />
+328. A Foolish Querie.<br />
+340. A Check to her Delay.<br />
+352. Nothing New.<br />
+357. Long and Lazy.<br />
+367. To a Stale Lady.<br />
+374. Gain and Gettings.<br />
+379. On Doll.<br />
+380. On Skrew.<br />
+381. On Linnit.<br />
+400. On Raspe.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span>407. On Himself.<br />
+408. Love and Liberty.<br />
+409. On Skinns.<br />
+428. On Craw.<br />
+434. On Jack and Jill.<br />
+517. Change.<br />
+534. To Julia.<br />
+572. On Umber.<br />
+600. Little and Loud.<br />
+616. Abroad with the Maids.<br />
+637. On Lungs.<br />
+640. On a Child.<br />
+644. On an Old Man, a Residentiary.<br />
+648. On Cob.<br />
+649. On Betty.<br />
+650. On Skoles.<br />
+661. Ambition.<br />
+666. On Zelot.<br />
+669. On Crab.<br />
+675. On Women's Denial.<br />
+676. Adversity.<br />
+693. On Tuck.<br />
+697. Adversity.<br />
+703. On Trigg.<br />
+711. Possessions.<br />
+735. Maids' Nays.<br />
+743. On Julia's Weeping.<br />
+752. No Pains No Gains.<br />
+761. Alvar and Anthea.<br />
+772. A Hymn to Bacchus.<br />
+776. Anger.<br />
+791. Verses.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>795. On Bice.<br />
+796. On Trencherman.<br />
+797. Kisses.<br />
+832. On Punchin.<br />
+838. On a Maid.<br />
+840. Beauty.<br />
+846. Writing.<br />
+849. Satisfaction.<br />
+873. On Love.<br />
+881. ll. 13, 14, Sharp Sauce.<br />
+886. On Lulls.<br />
+902. Truth.<br />
+910. On Ben Jonson.<br />
+946. An Hymn to Love.<br />
+950. Leaven.<br />
+1025. On Boreman.<br />
+1084. On Love.<br />
+1085. On Gut.<br />
+1106. On Rump.<br />
+1119. Sauce for Sorrows.<br />
+1126. Of this Book.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="czerop">1654 Edition Adds:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">49. Cherry Pit.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">85. On Love.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">92. The Bag of a Bee.</span><br />
+208. To make much of Time.<br />
+235. On an Old Batchelor.<br />
+238. Another. (On the Rose.)<br />
+253. Counsel not to Love.<br />
+260. How the Violets came blue.<br />
+337. A Vow to Cupid.<br />
+446. The Farewell to Love and to his Mistress.<br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="2.APPENDIX_II"></a>APPENDIX II.<br /><br />
+
+<small>HERRICK'S FAIRY POEMS AND THE DESCRIPTION<br />
+OF THE KING AND QUEENE<br />
+OF FAYRIES PUBLISHED 1635.</small></h2>
+
+
+<p>The publisher's freak, by which Herrick's three chief
+Fairy poems ("The Fairy Temple; or, Oberon's
+Chapel," "Oberon's Feast," and "Oberon's Palace")
+are separated from each other, is greatly to be regretted.
+The last two, both dedicated to Shapcott,
+are distinctly connected by their opening lines, and
+"Oberon's Chapel," dedicated to Mr. John Merrifield,
+Herrick's other fairy-loving lawyer, of course
+belongs to the same group. All three were probably
+first written in 1626 and cannot be dissociated from
+Drayton's <i>Nymphidia</i>, published in 1627, and Sir
+Simeon Steward's "A Description of the King of
+Fayries clothes, brought to him on New-yeares day
+in the morning, 1626 [O. S.], by his Queenes
+Chambermaids". In 1635 there was published a
+little book of a dozen leaves, most kindly transcribed
+for this edition by Mr. E. Gordon Duff, from
+the unique copy at the Bodleian Library. It is
+entitled:<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"A | Description | of the King and Queene of |
+Fayries, their habit, fare, their | abode
+pompe and state. | Beeing very delightfull
+to the sense, and | full of mirth. | [Wood-cut.] London. | <i>Printed for Richard Harper,
+and are to be sold | at his shop, at the
+Hospitall gate.</i> 1635."</p></div>
+
+<p>Fol. 1 is blank; fol. 2 occupied by the title-page; ff.
+3, 4 (verso blank) by a letter "To the Reader,"
+signed: "Yours hereafter, If now approved on,
+R. S.," beginning: "Courteous Reader, I present
+thee here with the Description of the King of the
+Fayries, of his Attendants, Apparel, Gesture, and
+Victuals, which though comprehended in the brevity
+of so short a volume, yet as the Proverbe truely
+averres, it hath as mellifluous and pleasing discourse,
+as that whose amplitude contains the fulnesse of a
+bigger composition"; on fol. 5 (verso blank) occurs
+the following poem [spelling here modernised]:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Deep-skilled Geographers, whose art and skill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do traverse all the world, and with their quill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Declare the strangeness of each several clime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The nature, situation, and the time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of being inhabited, yet all their art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And deep inform&egrave;d skill could not impart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In what set climate of this Orb or Isle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The King of Fairies kept, whose honoured style<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is here inclosed, with the sincere description<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of his abode, his nature, and the region<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which he rules: read, and thou shalt find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Delightful mirth, fit to content thy mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May the contents thereof thy palate suit,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">With its mellifluous and pleasing fruit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For nought can more be sweetened to my mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than that this Pamphlet thy contentment find;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which if it shall, my labour is sufficed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In being by your liking highly prized.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">"Yours to his power,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">"R. S."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>This is followed (pp. 1-3) by: "A Description of
+the Kings [sic] of Fayries Clothes, brought to him
+on New-Yeares day in the morning, 1626, by his
+Queenes Chambermaids:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"First a cobweb shirt, more thin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than ever spider since could spin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changed to the whiteness of the snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the stormy winds that blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the vast and frozen air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No shirt half so fine, so fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A rich waistcoat they did bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of the Trout-fly's gilded wing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which his Elveship 'gan to fret<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wearing it would make him sweat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even with its weight: he needs would wear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A waistcoat made of downy hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">New shaven off an Eunuch's chin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That pleased him well, 'twas wondrous thin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The outside of his doublet was<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of the four-leaved, true-loved grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changed into so fine a gloss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the oil of crispy moss:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It made a rainbow in the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which gave a lustre passing light.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">On every seam there was a lace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drawn by the unctuous snail's slow pace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To which the finest, purest, silver thread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Compared, did look like dull pale lead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His breeches of the Fleece was wrought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which from Colchos Jason brought:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spun into so fine a yarn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No mortal wight might it discern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weaved by Arachne on her loom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just before she had her doom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A rich Mantle he did wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of tinsel gossamer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beflowered over with a few<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Diamond stars of morning dew:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dyed crimson in a maiden's blush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lined with humble-bees' lost plush.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His cap was all of ladies' love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So wondrous light, that it did move<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If any humming gnat or fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Buzzed the air in passing by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About his neck a wreath of pearl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dropped from the eyes of some poor girl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pinched, because she had forgot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To leave clean water in the pot."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The next page is occupied by a woodcut, and then
+(pp. 5, misnumbered 4, and 6) comes the variation on
+Herrick's "Oberon's Feast":&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="sci4">"A Description of his Diet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now they, the Elves, within a trice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prepared a feast less great than nice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where you may imagine first,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The Elves prepare to quench his thirst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In pure seed pearl of infant dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought and sweetened with a blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pregnant violet; which done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His killing eyes begin to run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite o'er the table, where he spies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The horns of watered butterflies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which he eats, but with a little<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neat cool allay of cuckoo's spittle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next this the red-cap worm that's shut<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the concave of a nut.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moles' eyes he tastes, then adders' ears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To these for sauce the slain stags' tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bloated earwig, and the pith<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sugared rush he glads him with.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he takes a little moth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Late fatted in a scarlet cloth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A spinner's ham, the beards of mice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nits carbonadoed, a device<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before unknown; the blood of fleas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which gave his Elveship's stomach ease.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The unctuous dew-laps of a snail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The broke heart of a nightingale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'ercome in music, with the sag<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And well-bestrutted bee's sweet bag.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conserves of atoms, and the mites,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silk-worm's sperm, and the delights<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all that ever yet hath blest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fairy-land: so ends his feast."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>On the next page is printed: "Orpheus. Thrice
+excelling, for the finishment of this Feast, thou must
+music it so that the Deities may descend to grace it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span>
+This is succeeded by a page bearing a woodcut, then
+we have "The Fairies Fegaries," a poem occupying
+three more pages followed by another woodcut, and
+then "The Melancholly Lover's Song," and a third
+woodcut. The occurrence of the <i>Melancholy Lover's
+Song</i> (the well-known lines beginning: "Hence all
+you vain delights") in print in 1635 is interesting,
+as I believe that <i>The Nice Valour</i>, the play in which
+they occur, was not printed till 1647, and Milton's
+<i>Il Penseroso</i>, which they suggested, appeared in
+1645. But the verses are rather out of place in the
+little Fairy-Book.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="2.APPENDIX_III"></a>APPENDIX III.<br /><br />
+
+<small>POOR ROBIN'S ALMANACK.</small></h2>
+
+
+<p>Herrick's name has been so persistently connected
+with <i>Poor Robert's Almanack</i> that a few words
+must be said on the subject. There is, we are told,
+a Devonshire tradition ascribing the <i>Almanack</i> to
+him, and this is accepted by Nichols in his <i>Leicestershire</i>,
+and "accredited" by Dr. Grosart. The tradition
+apparently rests on no better basis than
+Herrick's Christian name, and of the poems in the
+issues of the <i>Almanack</i> which I have seen, it may
+be said, that, while the worst of them, save for some
+lack of neatness of turn, might conceivably have
+been by Herrick&mdash;on the principle that if Herrick
+could write some of his epigrams, he could write
+anything&mdash;the more ambitious poems it is quite
+impossible to attribute to the author of the <i>Hesperides</i>.
+But apart from opinion, the negative evidence is
+overwhelming. Of the three earliest issues in the
+British Museum, 1664, 1667 and 1669 (all in the annual
+collections of Almanacs, issued by the Stationers'
+Company, and all, it may be noted, bound for
+Charles II.), I transcribe the title-page of the
+first. "Poor Robin. 1664. An Almanack After a<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span>
+New Fashion wherein the Reader may see (if he be
+not blinde) many remarkable things worthy of Observation.
+Containing a two-fold Kalendar, viz. the
+Iulian or English, and the Roundheads or Fanaticks:
+with their several Saints daies and Observations,
+upon every month. Written by Poor Robin, Knight
+of the burnt Island and a well-willer to the Mathematicks.
+Calculated for the Meridian of Saffron
+Walden, where the Pole is elevated 52 degrees and
+6 minutes above the Horizon. London: Printed for
+the Company of Stationers."</p>
+
+<p>In the 1667 issue the paragraph about the Pole
+runs: "Where the Maypole is elevated (with a
+plumm cake on the top of it) 5 yards &frac34; above the
+Market Cross". The mention of Saffron Walden
+had apparently been ridiculed, and the author in this
+year joins in the laugh, and in 1669 omits the paragraph
+altogether. But what had Herrick at any
+time to do with Saffron Walden, and why should the
+poet, whose politics, apart from some personal
+devotion to Charles I., were distinctly moderate,
+mix himself up with an ultra-Cavalier publication?
+Also, if Herrick be "Poor Robin" we must attribute
+to him, at least, the greater part of the twenty-one
+"Poor Robin" publications, of which Mr. H. Ecroyd
+Smith gave a list in <i>Notes and Queries</i>, 6th series,
+vii. 321-3, <i>e.g.</i>, "Poor Robin's Perambulation from
+the Town of Saffron Walden to London" (1678),
+"The Merrie Exploits of Poor Robin, the Merrie
+Saddler of Walden," etc. These have been generally
+assigned to William Winstanley, the barber-poet,
+on the ground of a supposed similarity of style,<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span>
+and from "Poor Robin" having been written under
+a portrait of him. Mr. Ecroyd Smith, however,
+attributes them to Robert Winstanley (born, 1646,
+at Saffron Walden), younger brother of Henry Winstanley,
+the projector of the Eddystone Lighthouse.
+He assigns the credit of the "identification" to Mr.
+Joseph Clark, F.S.A., of the Roos, Saffron Walden,
+but does not state the grounds which led Mr. Clark
+to his conclusion, in itself probable enough. In any
+case there is no valid ground for connecting Herrick
+either with the <i>Almanack</i> or with any of the other
+"Poor Robin" publications.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p>
+<h2>INDEX<br /><br />
+<small><small>TO</small></small><br /><br />
+<small>PERSONS MENTIONED.</small></h2>
+
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Abdie, Lady. [<i>See</i> <a href="#2.Soame_Anne">Soame, Anne</a>.]</li>
+
+<li>Alabaster, Doctor, II. <a href="#2.Page_70">70</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Baldwin, Prudence,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_152">152</a>, <a href="#1.Page_189">189</a>, <a href="#1.Page_251">251</a></li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_78">78</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Bartly, Arthur, II. <a href="#2.Page_36">36</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Beaumont, Francis, II. <a href="#2.Page_4">4</a>, <a href="#2.Page_276">276</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Berkley, Sir John, II. <a href="#2.Page_63">63</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bradshaw, Katharine, I. <a href="#1.Page_116">116</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bridgeman, I. <a href="#1.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Buckingham, Duke of, I. <a href="#1.Page_123">123</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Carlisle, Countess of, I. <a href="#1.Page_78">78</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Charles I.,<ul>
+<li>I. <a href="#1.Page_28">28</a>, <a href="#1.Page_29">29</a>, <a href="#1.Page_74">74</a>, <a href="#1.Page_133">133</a>, <a href="#1.Page_198">198</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_43">43</a>, <a href="#2.Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#2.Page_123">123</a>, <a href="#2.Page_202">202</a>, <a href="#2.Page_204">204</a>, <a href="#2.Page_207">207</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Charles II.,<ul>
+<li>I. <a href="#1.Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#1.Page_105">105</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_13">13</a>, <a href="#2.Page_66">66</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Cotton, Charles, the elder, II. <a href="#2.Page_119">119</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Crew, Lady,<ul>
+<li>I. <a href="#1.Page_237">237</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_128">128</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Crew, Sir Clipseby,<ul>
+<li>I. <a href="#1.Page_139">139</a>, <a href="#1.Page_201">201</a>, <a href="#1.Page_228">228</a>, <a href="#1.Page_248">248</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_18">18</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Crofts, John, II. <a href="#2.Page_83">83</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Denham, Sir John, II. <a href="#2.Page_39">39</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dorchester, Marquis of, II. <a href="#2.Page_124">124</a>, <a href="#2.Page_125">125</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dorset, Earl of, I. <a href="#1.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<ul><li>Falconbridge, Margaret, II. <a href="#2.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Falconbridge, Thomas, I. <a href="#1.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Finch, Elizabeth, II. <a href="#2.Page_123">123</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fish, Sir Edward, I. <a href="#1.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fletcher, John, II. <a href="#2.Page_4">4</a>, <a href="#2.Page_269">269</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Giles, Sir Edward, II. <a href="#2.Page_272">272</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Gotiere [Gouter, Jacques], I. <a href="#1.Page_47">47</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Hall, John, II. <a href="#2.Page_122">122</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hall, Joseph, Bishop of Exeter, I. <a href="#1.Page_77">77</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Harmar, Joseph, II. <a href="#2.Page_125">125</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hastings, Henry, Lord, II. <a href="#2.Page_270">270</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Heale, Sir Thomas, II. <a href="#2.Page_98">98</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Henrietta Maria, I. <a href="#1.Page_133">133</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Bridget, I. <a href="#1.Page_255">255</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Elizabeth, I. <a href="#1.Page_26">26</a>, <a href="#1.Page_182">182</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Julia, II. <a href="#2.Page_143">143</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Mercy, II. <a href="#2.Page_86">86</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Nicholas, II. <a href="#2.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Robert, Poem on his Father, I. <a href="#1.Page_31">31</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Robert, Poem to his Nephew, I. <a href="#1.Page_188">188</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Robert,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_229">229</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_153">153</a>, <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>, <a href="#2.Page_159">159</a>, <a href="#2.Page_160">160</a>, <a href="#2.Page_164">164</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Susanna,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_243">243</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_128">128</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Herrick, Thomas,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_40">40</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_129">129</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Herrick, William, I. <a href="#1.Page_88">88</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hopton, Lord, II. <a href="#2.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Jincks, J., II. <a href="#2.Page_96">96</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Jonson, Ben,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_188">188</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_4">4</a>, <a href="#2.Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#2.Page_30">30</a>, <a href="#2.Page_109">109</a>, <a href="#2.Page_110">110</a>.</li></ul></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Kellam, II. <a href="#2.Page_112">112</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Kennedy, Dorothy, I. <a href="#1.Page_50">50</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p><ul><li>Lamiere, Nicholas, I. <a href="#1.Page_105">105</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lawes, Henry, II. <a href="#2.Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#2.Page_270">270</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lawes, William, II. <a href="#2.Page_108">108</a>.</li>
+
+<li><a name="2.Lee_Elizabeth"></a>Lee, Elizabeth, II. <a href="#2.Page_16">16</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lowman, Bridget, I. <a href="#1.Page_176">176</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Merrifield, John, I. <a href="#1.Page_111">111</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Mince [Mennis], Sir John, I. <a href="#1.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Norgate, Edward, I. <a href="#1.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Northly, Henry, I. <a href="#1.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Oulsworth, Michael, II. <a href="#2.Page_159">159</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Parry, Sir George, II. <a href="#2.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Parsons, Dorothy, I. <a href="#1.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Parsons, Tomasin, II. <a href="#2.Page_129">129</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Pemberton, Sir Lewis, I. <a href="#1.Page_183">183</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Pembroke, Earl of, I. <a href="#1.Page_177">177</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Porter, Endymion,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_49">49</a>, <a href="#1.Page_87">87</a>, <a href="#1.Page_229">229</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_33">33</a>, <a href="#2.Page_154">154</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Portman, Mrs., II. <a href="#2.Page_156">156</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Potter, Amy, II. <a href="#2.Page_91">91</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Potter, Grace, II. <a href="#2.Page_133">133</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Prat, II. <a href="#2.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Ramsay, Robert, I. <a href="#1.Page_85">85</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Richmond and Lennox, Duke of, I. <a href="#1.Page_212">212</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Selden, John, I. <a href="#1.Page_179">179</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shakespeare, William, II. <a href="#2.Page_276">276</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shapcott, Thomas, I. <a href="#1.Page_148">148</a>, <a href="#1.Page_204">204</a>, <a href="#1.Page_209">209</a>.</li>
+
+<li><a name="2.Soame_Anne"></a>Soame, Anne, I. <a href="#1.Page_181">181</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Soame, Stephen, I. <a href="#1.Page_250">250</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Soame, Sir Thomas, I. <a href="#1.Page_220">220</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Soame, Sir William, I. <a href="#1.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Southwell, Sir Thomas, I. <a href="#1.Page_63">63</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>Southwell, Susanna, I. <a href="#1.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Steward, Sir Simeon, I. <a href="#1.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stone, Mary, II. <a href="#2.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stone, Sir Richard, I. <a href="#1.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stuart, Lord Bernard, I. <a href="#1.Page_109">109</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Swetnaham, Lawrence, II. <a href="#2.Page_158">158</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Tracy, Lady. [<i>See</i> <a href="#2.Lee_Elizabeth">Lee, Elizabeth</a>.]</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Villars [Villiers], Lady Mary, I. <a href="#1.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Warr [<i>or</i> Weare], John, I. <a href="#1.Page_57">57</a>, <a href="#1.Page_253">253</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Westmoreland, Earl of, I. <a href="#1.Page_47">47</a>, <a href="#1.Page_125">125</a>, <a href="#1.Page_215">215</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wheeler, Elizabeth,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_55">55</a>, <a href="#1.Page_132">132</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_153">153</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Wheeler, Penelope, I. <a href="#1.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wickes, John,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_165">165</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_37">37</a>, <a href="#2.Page_150">150</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Willan, Leonard, II. <a href="#2.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Willand, Mary, I. <a href="#1.Page_239">239</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Williams, John, Bishop of Lincoln,
+<ul><li>I. <a href="#1.Page_62">62</a>;</li>
+<li>II. <a href="#2.Page_267">267</a>.</li></ul></li>
+
+<li>Wilson, Dr. John, I. <a href="#1.Page_47">47</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wingfield, John, II. <a href="#2.Page_8">8</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Yard, Lettice, I. <a href="#1.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>York, Duke of, I. <a href="#1.Page_134">134</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p>
+<h2>INDEX<br /><br />
+<small><small>OF</small></small><br /><br />
+<small>FIRST LINES.</small></h2>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>A Bachelor I will, I. <a href="#1.Page_14">14</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A crystal vial Cupid brought, II. <a href="#2.Page_24">24</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A funeral stone, I. <a href="#1.Page_35">35</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A golden fly one show'd to me, I. <a href="#1.Page_233">233</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A gyges ring they bear about them still, II. <a href="#2.Page_61">61</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A just man's like a rock that turns the wrath, I. <a href="#1.Page_190">190</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A little mushroom table spread, I. <a href="#1.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A little saint best fits a little shrine, II. <a href="#2.Page_59">59</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A long life's-day I've taken pains, II. <a href="#2.Page_11">11</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A man prepar'd against all ills to come, I. <a href="#1.Page_160">160</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A man's transgressions God does then remit, II. <a href="#2.Page_196">196</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A master of a house, as I have read, II. <a href="#2.Page_73">73</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A prayer that is said alone, II. <a href="#2.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A roll of parchment Clunn about him bears, II. <a href="#2.Page_117">117</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A sweet disorder in the dress, I. <a href="#1.Page_32">32</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A wanton and lascivious eye, II. <a href="#2.Page_66">66</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A way enchased with glass and beads, I. <a href="#1.Page_111">111</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here, II. <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>A willow garland thou didst send, I. <a href="#1.Page_201">201</a>.</li>
+
+<li>About the sweet bag of a bee, I. <a href="#1.Page_36">36</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Abundant plagues I late have had, II. <a href="#2.Page_188">188</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Adverse and prosperous fortunes both work on, II. <a href="#2.Page_182">182</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Adversity hurts none but only such, II. <a href="#2.Page_47">47</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Afflictions bring us joy in time to come, II. <a href="#2.Page_182">182</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>Afflictions they most profitable are, II. <a href="#2.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>After the feast, my Shapcot, see, I. <a href="#1.Page_204">204</a>.</li>
+
+<li>After the rare arch-poet, Jonson, died, I. <a href="#1.Page_188">188</a>.</li>
+
+<li>After this life, the wages shall, II. <a href="#2.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li>After thy labour take thine ease, II. <a href="#2.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>After true sorrow for our sins, our strife, II. <a href="#2.Page_201">201</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Against diseases here the strongest fence, II. <a href="#2.Page_162">162</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah, Ben! II. <a href="#2.Page_110">110</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah, Bianca! now I see, II. <a href="#2.Page_132">132</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah, cruel love! must I endure, I. <a href="#1.Page_90">90</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah! Lycidas, come tell me why, I. <a href="#1.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah, me! I love; give him your hand to kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_91">91</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break, I. <a href="#1.Page_27">27</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see, I. <a href="#1.Page_8">8</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly, I. <a href="#1.Page_165">165</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Alas! I can't, for tell me how, II. <a href="#2.Page_159">159</a>.</li>
+
+<li>All are not ill plots that do sometimes fail, II. <a href="#2.Page_162">162</a>.</li>
+
+<li>All has been plundered from me but my wit, II. <a href="#2.Page_90">90</a>.</li>
+
+<li>All I have lost that could be rapt from me, II. <a href="#2.Page_212">212</a>.</li>
+
+<li>All things are open to these two events, I. <a href="#1.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>All things decay with time: the forest sees, I. <a href="#1.Page_25">25</a>.</li>
+
+<li>All things o'er-ruled are here, by chance, I. <a href="#1.Page_248">248</a>.</li>
+
+<li>All things subjected are to fate, II. <a href="#2.Page_7">7</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Along, come along, II. <a href="#2.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Along the dark and silent night, II. <a href="#2.Page_214">214</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Although our sufferings meet with no relief, II. <a href="#2.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Although we cannot turn the fervent fit, II. <a href="#2.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Am I despised because you say, I. <a href="#1.Page_75">75</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Among disasters that dissension brings, II. <a href="#2.Page_75">75</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Among the myrtles as I walk'd, I. <a href="#1.Page_132">132</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Among these tempests great and manifold, II. <a href="#2.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Among thy fancies tell me this, I. <a href="#1.Page_162">162</a>.</li>
+
+<li>And as time past when Cato, the severe, II. <a href="#2.Page_124">124</a>.</li>
+
+<li>And, cruel maid, because I see, I. <a href="#1.Page_72">72</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span>And must we part, because some say, I. <a href="#1.Page_57">57</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Angels are called gods; yet of them none, II. <a href="#2.Page_224">224</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Angry if Irene be, I. <a href="#1.Page_256">256</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Anthea bade me tie her shoe, I. <a href="#1.Page_14">14</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Anthea, I am going hence, II. <a href="#2.Page_95">95</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Anthea laugh'd, and fearing lest excess, II. <a href="#2.Page_137">137</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Apollo sings, his harp resounds: give room, II. <a href="#2.Page_269">269</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Art quickens nature; care will make a face, I. <a href="#1.Page_120">120</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Art thou not destin'd? then with haste go on, II. <a href="#2.Page_237">237</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As gilliflowers do but stay, I. <a href="#1.Page_156">156</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As in our clothes, so likewise he who looks, I. <a href="#1.Page_254">254</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As is your name, so is your comely face, II. <a href="#2.Page_133">133</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As Julia once a-slumbering lay, I. <a href="#1.Page_86">86</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As lately I a garland bound, I. <a href="#1.Page_119">119</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As many laws and lawyers do express, II. <a href="#2.Page_53">53</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As my little pot doth boil, II. <a href="#2.Page_248">248</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As oft as night is banish'd by the morn, I. <a href="#1.Page_29">29</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As shows the air when with a rainbow grac'd, I. <a href="#1.Page_47">47</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As sunbeams pierce the glass, and streaming in, II. <a href="#2.Page_231">231</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As thou deserv'st, be proud; then gladly let, I. <a href="#1.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>As wearied pilgrims, once possessed, II. <a href="#2.Page_16">16</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ask me what hunger is, and I'll reply, II. <a href="#2.Page_115">115</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ask me why I do not sing, I. <a href="#1.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ask me why I send you here, II. <a href="#2.Page_6">6</a>.</li>
+
+<li>At draw-gloves we'll play, I. <a href="#1.Page_122">122</a>.</li>
+
+<li>At my homely country seat, I. <a href="#1.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>At post and pair, or slam, Tom Tuck would play, II. <a href="#2.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>At stool-ball, Lucia, let us play, II. <a href="#2.Page_45">45</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt, II. <a href="#2.Page_137">137</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Away enchased with glass and beads, I. <a href="#1.Page_111">111</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Away with silks, away with lawn, I. <a href="#1.Page_193">193</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Bacchus, let me drink no more, I. <a href="#1.Page_153">153</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bad are the times. And worse than they are we, I. <a href="#1.Page_198">198</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Be bold, my book, nor be abash'd, or fear, II. <a href="#2.Page_11">11</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Be not dismayed, though crosses cast thee down. II. <a href="#2.Page_137">137</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>Be not proud, but now incline, I. <a href="#1.Page_120">120</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Be the mistress of my choice, II. <a href="#2.Page_36">36</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Be those few hours, which I have yet to spend, II. <a href="#2.Page_241">241</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Beauty no other thing is than a beam, I. <a href="#1.Page_39">39</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Beauty's no other but a lovely grace, II. <a href="#2.Page_92">92</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Before man's fall the rose was born, II. <a href="#2.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Before the press scarce one could see, II. <a href="#2.Page_107">107</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Begin to charm, and as thou strok'st mine ears, I. <a href="#1.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Begin with a kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_57">57</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Begin with Jove; then is the work half-done, I. <a href="#1.Page_159">159</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bellman of night if I about shall go, II. <a href="#2.Page_182">182</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Besides us two, i' th' temple here's not one, I. <a href="#1.Page_210">210</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Biancha let, I. <a href="#1.Page_34">34</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bid me to live, and I will live, I. <a href="#1.Page_135">135</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bind me but to thee with thine hair, II. <a href="#2.Page_115">115</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Blessings in abundance come, I. <a href="#1.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Born I was to be old, I. <a href="#1.Page_247">247</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Born I was to meet with age, I. <a href="#1.Page_240">240</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Both you two have, I. <a href="#1.Page_138">138</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Break off delay, since we but read of one, II. <a href="#2.Page_63">63</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Breathe, Julia, breathe, and I'll protest, I. <a href="#1.Page_84">84</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bright tulips, we do know, I. <a href="#1.Page_231">231</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bring me my rosebuds, drawer, come, II. <a href="#2.Page_6">6</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bring the holy crust of bread, II. <a href="#2.Page_103">103</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Brisk methinks I am, and fine, II. <a href="#2.Page_134">134</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Burn or drown me, choose ye whether, II. <a href="#2.Page_67">67</a>.</li>
+
+<li>But born, and like a short delight, I. <a href="#1.Page_84">84</a>.</li>
+
+<li>By dream I saw one of the three, I. <a href="#1.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>By hours we all live here; in Heaven is known, II. <a href="#2.Page_240">240</a>.</li>
+
+<li>By so much virtue is the less, II. <a href="#2.Page_66">66</a>.</li>
+
+<li>By the next kindling of the day, II. <a href="#2.Page_88">88</a>.</li>
+
+<li>By the weak'st means things mighty are o'erthrown, II. <a href="#2.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li>By those soft tods of wool, II. <a href="#2.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>By time and counsel do the best we can, I. <a href="#1.Page_150">150</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Call me no more, I. <a href="#1.Page_180">180</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Can I not come to Thee, my God, for these, II. <a href="#2.Page_186">186</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Can I not sin, but thou wilt be, II. <a href="#2.Page_193">193</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Care keeps the conquest; 'tis no less renown, II. <a href="#2.Page_132">132</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Case is a lawyer that ne'er pleads alone, II. <a href="#2.Page_127">127</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Charm me asleep, and melt me so, I. <a href="#1.Page_117">117</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Charms that call down the moon from out her sphere, I. <a href="#1.Page_122">122</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Charon, O Charon, draw thy boat to th' shore, II. <a href="#2.Page_270">270</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Charon! O gentle Charon! let me woo thee, II. <a href="#2.Page_58">58</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, I. <a href="#1.Page_21">21</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Choose me your valentine, I. <a href="#1.Page_36">36</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Christ, He requires still, wheresoe'er He comes, II. <a href="#2.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Christ, I have read, did to His chaplains say, II. <a href="#2.Page_223">223</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Christ never did so great a work but there, II. <a href="#2.Page_237">237</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Christ took our nature on Him, not that He, II. <a href="#2.Page_238">238</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Christ was not sad, i' the garden, for His own, II. <a href="#2.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Christ, when He hung the dreadful cross upon, II. <a href="#2.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Clear are her eyes, I. <a href="#1.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Close keep your lips, if that you mean, II. <a href="#2.Page_61">61</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, and let's in solemn wise, II. <a href="#2.Page_99">99</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, Anthea, know thou this, II. <a href="#2.Page_41">41</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, Anthea, let us two, II. <a href="#2.Page_68">68</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, blitheful neat-herds, let us lay, II. <a href="#2.Page_51">51</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, bring with a noise, II. <a href="#2.Page_79">79</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, bring your sampler, and with art, I. <a href="#1.Page_10">10</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, come away, I. <a href="#1.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come down and dance ye in the toil, I. <a href="#1.Page_9">9</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, guard this night the Christmas-pie, II. <a href="#2.Page_80">80</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, leave this loathed country life, and then, I. <a href="#1.Page_214">214</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, pity us, all ye who see, II., <a href="#2.Page_216">216</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, sit we by the fire's side, II. <a href="#2.Page_20">20</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, sit we under yonder tree, II. <a href="#2.Page_15">15</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, skilful Lupo, now, and take, I. <a href="#1.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come, sons of summer, by whose toil, I. <a href="#1.Page_125">125</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>Come, then, and like two doves with silv'ry wings, II. <a href="#2.Page_2">2</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come thou not near those men who are like bread, I. <a href="#1.Page_5">5</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come thou, who art the wine and wit, I. <a href="#1.Page_238">238</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come to me God; but do not come, II. <a href="#2.Page_242">242</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Come with the spring-time forth, fair maid, and be, I. <a href="#1.Page_176">176</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence, II. <a href="#2.Page_55">55</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Confession twofold is, as Austine says, II. <a href="#2.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Conformity gives comeliness to things, II. <a href="#2.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Conformity was ever known, I. <a href="#1.Page_28">28</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Conquer we shall, but we must first contend, II. <a href="#2.Page_115">115</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Consider sorrows, how they are aright, II. <a href="#2.Page_84">84</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Consult ere thou begin'st, that done, go on, II. <a href="#2.Page_65">65</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known, II. <a href="#2.Page_37">37</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Cupid, as he lay among, I. <a href="#1.Page_59">59</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Cynthius, pluck ye by the ear, I. <a href="#1.Page_62">62</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Dark and dull night, fly hence away, II. <a href="#2.Page_203">203</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dead falls the cause if once the hand be mute, I. <a href="#1.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dean Bourne, farewell; I never look to see, I. <a href="#1.Page_33">33</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dear God, II. <a href="#2.Page_201">201</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dear Perenna, prithee come, I. <a href="#1.Page_110">110</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dear, though to part it be a hell, I. <a href="#1.Page_39">39</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dearest of thousands, now the time draws near, II. <a href="#2.Page_20">20</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed, II. <a href="#2.Page_135">135</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dew sat on Julia's hair, I. <a href="#1.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Did I or love, or could I others draw, I. <a href="#1.Page_253">253</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Die ere long, I'm sure I shall, II. <a href="#2.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Discreet and prudent we that discord call, II. <a href="#2.Page_64">64</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Display thy breasts my Julia&mdash;Here let me, I. <a href="#1.Page_119">119</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Do with me, God, as Thou didst deal with John, II. <a href="#2.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span>Does fortune rend thee? Bear with thy hard fate, II. <a href="#2.Page_87">87</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Down with the rosemary and bays, II. <a href="#2.Page_104">104</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Down with the rosemary, and so, II. <a href="#2.Page_129">129</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dread not the shackles: on with thine intent, II. <a href="#2.Page_144">144</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Drink up, II. <a href="#2.Page_131">131</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may, II. <a href="#2.Page_31">31</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, I. <a href="#1.Page_6">6</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Drowning, drowning, I espy, II. <a href="#2.Page_126">126</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dry your sweet cheek, long drown'd with sorrow's rain, I. <a href="#1.Page_131">131</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Dull to myself, and almost dead to these, II. <a href="#2.Page_13">13</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Each must in virtue strive for to excel, I. <a href="#1.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Eaten I have; and though I had good cheer, I. <a href="#1.Page_248">248</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Empires of kings are now, and ever were, I. <a href="#1.Page_202">202</a>.</li>
+
+<li>End now the white loaf and the pie, II. <a href="#2.Page_105">105</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ere I go hence, and be no more, II. <a href="#2.Page_260">260</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Every time seems short to be, I. <a href="#1.Page_202">202</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Evil no nature hath; the loss of good, II. <a href="#2.Page_207">207</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Examples lead us, and we likely see, II. <a href="#2.Page_68">68</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Excess is sluttish: keep the mean; for why? II. <a href="#2.Page_162">162</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, I. <a href="#1.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fair and foul days trip cross and pile; the fair, I. <a href="#1.Page_237">237</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fair daffodils, we weep to see, I. <a href="#1.Page_156">156</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, I. <a href="#1.Page_220">220</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fair was the dawn; and but e'en now the skies, I. <a href="#1.Page_99">99</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Faith is a thing that's four-square; let it fall, II. <a href="#2.Page_114">114</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fame's pillar here, at last, we set, II. <a href="#2.Page_165">165</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Farewell, thou thing, time past so known, so dear, I. <a href="#1.Page_53">53</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fat be my hind; unlearned be my wife, II. <a href="#2.Page_116">116</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fight thou with shafts of silver and o'ercome, I. <a href="#1.Page_23">23</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fill me a mighty bowl, II. <a href="#2.Page_30">30</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fill me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus, I. <a href="#1.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span>First, April, she with mellow showers, I. <a href="#1.Page_26">26</a>.</li>
+
+<li>First, for effusions due unto the dead, I. <a href="#1.Page_26">26</a>.</li>
+
+<li>First, for your shape, the curious cannot show, I. <a href="#1.Page_237">237</a>.</li>
+
+<li>First, may the hand of bounty bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_112">112</a>.</li>
+
+<li>First offer incense, then thy field and meads, I. <a href="#1.Page_180">180</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear, II. <a href="#2.Page_27">27</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fly hence, pale care, no more remember, II. <a href="#2.Page_267">267</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fly me not, though I be grey, I. <a href="#1.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, I. <a href="#1.Page_124">124</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fold now thine arms and hang the head, I. <a href="#1.Page_56">56</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fools are they who never know, I. <a href="#1.Page_119">119</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For a kiss or two, confess, II. <a href="#2.Page_130">130</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For all our works a recompense is sure, II. <a href="#2.Page_93">93</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For all thy many courtesies to me, II. <a href="#2.Page_83">83</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For being comely, consonant, and free, II. <a href="#2.Page_8">8</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For brave comportment, wit without offence, II. <a href="#2.Page_119">119</a></li>
+
+<li>For civil, clean, and circumcised wit, I. <a href="#1.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For each one body that i' th' earth is sown, II. <a href="#2.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For my embalming, Julia, do but this, I. <a href="#1.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For my neighbour, I'll not know, I. <a href="#1.Page_103">103</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For my part, I never care, I. <a href="#1.Page_100">100</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For one so rarely tun'd to fit all parts, I. <a href="#1.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For punishment in war it will suffice, I. <a href="#1.Page_165">165</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For sport my Julia threw a lace, I. <a href="#1.Page_145">145</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For those, my unbaptised rhymes, II. <a href="#2.Page_169">169</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For truth I may this sentence tell, II. <a href="#2.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fortune did never favour one, I. <a href="#1.Page_240">240</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fortune no higher project can devise, I. <a href="#1.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fortune's a blind profuser of her own, II. <a href="#2.Page_45">45</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fresh strewings allow, II. <a href="#2.Page_69">69</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Frolic virgins once these were, I. <a href="#1.Page_190">190</a>.</li>
+
+<li>From me my Sylvia ran away, II. <a href="#2.Page_109">109</a>.</li>
+
+<li>From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, I. <a href="#1.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>From the dull confines of the drooping West, II. <a href="#2.Page_150">150</a>.</li>
+
+<li>From the temple to your home, II. <a href="#2.Page_21">21</a>.</li>
+
+<li>From this bleeding hand of mine, I. <a href="#1.Page_108">108</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, I. <a href="#1.Page_102">102</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn, I. <a href="#1.Page_82">82</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known, II. <a href="#2.Page_116">116</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give if thou canst an alms; if not, afford, II. <a href="#2.Page_193">193</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give me a cell, II. <a href="#2.Page_73">73</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give me a man that is not dull, II. <a href="#2.Page_146">146</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give me honours! what are these, II. <a href="#2.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give me one kiss, I. <a href="#1.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give me that man that dares bestride, I. <a href="#1.Page_35">35</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give me the food that satisfies a guest, II. <a href="#2.Page_82">82</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give me wine, and give me meat, II. <a href="#2.Page_18">18</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give unto all, lest he, whom thou deni'st, II. <a href="#2.Page_239">239</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find. II. <a href="#2.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give way, and be ye ravish'd by the sun, I. <a href="#1.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give way, give way now; now my Charles shines here, II. <a href="#2.Page_43">43</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Give way, give way, ye gates and win, I. <a href="#1.Page_223">223</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Glide, gentle streams, and bear, I. <a href="#1.Page_51">51</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Glory be to the graces! II. <a href="#2.Page_76">76</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Glory no other thing is, Tullie says, II. <a href="#2.Page_50">50</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go, happy rose, and interwove, I. <a href="#1.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go hence, and with this parting kiss, I. <a href="#1.Page_217">217</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go hence away, and in thy parting know, II. <a href="#2.Page_269">269</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go I must; when I am gone, I. <a href="#1.Page_250">250</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go, perjured man; and if thou e'er return, I. <a href="#1.Page_59">59</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go on, brave Hopton, to effectuate that, II. <a href="#2.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go, pretty child, and bear this flower, II. <a href="#2.Page_189">189</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go thou forth, my book, though late, II. <a href="#2.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Go, woo young Charles no more to look, II. <a href="#2.Page_13">13</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God as He is most holy known, II. <a href="#2.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, as He's potent, so He's likewise known, II. <a href="#2.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, as the learned Damascene doth write, II. <a href="#2.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God bought man here with His heart's blood expense, II. <a href="#2.Page_237">237</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span>God can do all things, save but what are known, II. <a href="#2.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God can't be wrathful; but we may conclude, II. <a href="#2.Page_248">248</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God could have made all rich, or all men poor, II. <a href="#2.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God did forbid the Israelites to bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_230">230</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God doth embrace the good with love, and gains, II. <a href="#2.Page_237">237</a></li>
+
+<li>God doth not promise here to man that He, II. <a href="#2.Page_247">247</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God from our eyes, all tears hereafter wipes, II. <a href="#2.Page_223">223</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God gives not only corn for need, II. <a href="#2.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God gives to none so absolute an ease, II. <a href="#2.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God had but one Son free from sin; but none, II. <a href="#2.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God has a right hand, but is quite bereft, II. <a href="#2.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God has four keys, which He reserves alone, II. <a href="#2.Page_239">239</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God has His whips here to a twofold end, II. <a href="#2.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God hates the dual numbers, being known, II. <a href="#2.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God hath this world for many made, 'tis true, II. <a href="#2.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God hath two wings which He doth ever move, II. <a href="#2.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, He refuseth no man, but makes way, II. <a href="#2.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, He rejects all prayers that are slight, II. <a href="#2.Page_173">173</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God hears us when we pray, but yet defers, II. <a href="#2.Page_176">176</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God hides from man the reck'ning day, that he, II. <a href="#2.Page_224">224</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God in His own day will be then severe, II. <a href="#2.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, in the holy tongue, they call, II. <a href="#2.Page_231">231</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is above the sphere of our esteem, II. <a href="#2.Page_170">170</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is all forepart; for, we never see, II. <a href="#2.Page_173">173</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is all present to whate'er we do, II. <a href="#2.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is all sufferance here, here He doth show, II. <a href="#2.Page_194">194</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is His name of nature; but that word, II. <a href="#2.Page_223">223</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is Jehovah called: which name of His, II. <a href="#2.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is more here than in another place, II. <a href="#2.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is not only merciful to call, II. <a href="#2.Page_173">173</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is not only said to be, II. <a href="#2.Page_170">170</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is so potent, as His power can, II. <a href="#2.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God is then said for to descend, when He, II. <a href="#2.Page_245">245</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God loads and unloads, thus His work begins, II. <a href="#2.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span>God makes not good men wantons, but doth bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_211">211</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God ne'er afflicts us more than our desert, II. <a href="#2.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God on our youth bestows but little ease, II. <a href="#2.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God pardons those who do through frailty sin, II. <a href="#2.Page_176">176</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God scourgeth some severely, some He spares, II. <a href="#2.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God still rewards us more than our desert, II. <a href="#2.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God strikes His Church, but 'tis to this intent, II. <a href="#2.Page_176">176</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God suffers not His saints and servants dear, II. <a href="#2.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God tempteth no one, as St. Aug'stine saith, II. <a href="#2.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God then confounds man's face when He not hears, II. <a href="#2.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God! to my little meal and oil, II. <a href="#2.Page_221">221</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, when for sin He makes His children smart, II. <a href="#2.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, when He's angry here with anyone, II. <a href="#2.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, when He takes my goods and chattels hence, II. <a href="#2.Page_200">200</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, who me gives a will for to repent, II. <a href="#2.Page_247">247</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God, who's in heaven, will hear from thence, II. <a href="#2.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God will have all or none; serve Him, or fall, II. <a href="#2.Page_187">187</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's boundless mercy is, to sinful man, II. <a href="#2.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's bounty, that ebbs less and less, II. <a href="#2.Page_194">194</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's evident, and may be said to be, II. <a href="#2.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's grace deserves here to be daily fed, II. <a href="#2.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's hands are round and smooth, that gifts may fall, II. <a href="#2.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's prescience makes none sinful; but th' offence, II. <a href="#2.Page_238">238</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's present everywhere, but most of all, II. <a href="#2.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's rod doth watch while men do sleep, and then, II. <a href="#2.Page_74">74</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's said our hearts to harden then, II. <a href="#2.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's said to dwell there, wheresoever He, II. <a href="#2.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's said to leave this place, and for to come, II. <a href="#2.Page_231">231</a>.</li>
+
+<li>God's undivided, One in Persons Three, II. <a href="#2.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span>Goddess, I begin an art, I. <a href="#1.Page_245">245</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Goddess, I do love a girl, I. <a href="#1.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Goddess of youth, and lady of the spring, I. <a href="#1.Page_133">133</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Gold I have none, but I present my need, II. <a href="#2.Page_209">209</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Gold I've none, for use or show, I. <a href="#1.Page_109">109</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Gold serves for tribute to the king, II. <a href="#2.Page_247">247</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Gone she is a long, long way, II. <a href="#2.Page_93">93</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Good and great God! how should I fear, II. <a href="#2.Page_245">245</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Good-day, Mirtello. And to you no less, I. <a href="#1.Page_105">105</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Good morrow to the day so fair, I. <a href="#1.Page_195">195</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Good precepts we must firmly hold, I. <a href="#1.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Good princes must be pray'd for; for the bad, I. <a href="#1.Page_37">37</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Good speed, for I this day, I. <a href="#1.Page_107">107</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Good things that come, of course, for less do please. I. <a href="#1.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Great cities seldom rest; if there be none, II. <a href="#2.Page_144">144</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Great men by small means oft are overthrown, I. <a href="#1.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Grow for two ends, it matters not at all, II. <a href="#2.Page_37">37</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Grow up in beauty, as thou dost begin, II. <a href="#2.Page_129">129</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Hail holy and all-honoured tomb, II. <a href="#2.Page_254">254</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Handsome you are, and proper you will be, II. <a href="#2.Page_123">123</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hang up hooks and shears to scare, II. <a href="#2.Page_104">104</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Happily I had a sight, II. <a href="#2.Page_140">140</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Happy's that man to whom God gives, II. <a href="#2.Page_185">185</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hard are the two first stairs unto a crown, II. <a href="#2.Page_114">114</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hast thou attempted greatness? then go on, II. <a href="#2.Page_64">64</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hast thou begun an act? ne'er then give o'er, II. <a href="#2.Page_42">42</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Haste is unhappy: what we rashly do, II. <a href="#2.Page_85">85</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Have, have ye no regard, all ye, II. <a href="#2.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Have I not blest thee? Then go forth, nor fear, I. <a href="#1.Page_193">193</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Have ye beheld (with much delight), I. <a href="#1.Page_203">203</a>.</li>
+
+<li>He that ascended in a cloud shall come, II. <a href="#2.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>He that is hurt seeks help: sin is the wound, II. <a href="#2.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress, I. <a href="#1.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span>He that will live of all cares dispossess'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_129">129</a>.</li>
+
+<li>He that will not love must be, I. <a href="#1.Page_127">127</a>.</li>
+
+<li>He who commends the vanquished, speaks the power, I. <a href="#1.Page_252">252</a>.</li>
+
+<li>He who has suffered shipwreck fears to sail, II. <a href="#2.Page_11">11</a>.</li>
+
+<li>He who wears blacks and mourns not for the dead, II. <a href="#2.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Health is no other, as the learned hold, II. <a href="#2.Page_42">42</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Health is the first good lent to men, I. <a href="#1.Page_50">50</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hear, ye virgins, and I'll teach, I. <a href="#1.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Heaven is most fair; but fairer He, II. <a href="#2.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Heaven is not given for our good works here, II. <a href="#2.Page_239">239</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hell is no other but a soundless pit, II. <a href="#2.Page_214">214</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hell is the place where whipping-cheer abounds, II. <a href="#2.Page_214">214</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Help me! help me! now I call, I. <a href="#1.Page_10">10</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Help me, Julia, for to pray, II. <a href="#2.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hence a blessed soul is fled, II. <a href="#2.Page_9">9</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hence, hence, profane, and none appear, II. <a href="#2.Page_205">205</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hence, hence, profane! soft silence let us have, I. <a href="#1.Page_109">109</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hence they have borne my Lord; behold! the stone, II. <a href="#2.Page_255">255</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, II. <a href="#2.Page_17">17</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Her pretty feet, I. <a href="#1.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here a little child I stand, II. <a href="#2.Page_202">202</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here a pretty baby lies, II. <a href="#2.Page_26">26</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here a solemn fast we keep, I. <a href="#1.Page_212">212</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here, here, I live, I. <a href="#1.Page_214">214</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay, I. <a href="#1.Page_153">153</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here, here I live with what my board, I. <a href="#1.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here I myself might likewise die, II. <a href="#2.Page_82">82</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here lies a virgin, and as sweet, II. <a href="#2.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here lies Jonson with the rest, II. <a href="#2.Page_109">109</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here she lies, a pretty bud, I. <a href="#1.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here she lies in bed of spice, II. <a href="#2.Page_91">91</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Here we are all by day; by night we're hurl'd, I. <a href="#1.Page_23">23</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span>Here we securely live and eat, I. <a href="#1.Page_248">248</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Holyrood, come forth and shield, I. <a href="#1.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Holy water come and bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_73">73</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Holy waters hither bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_127">127</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Honour thy parents; but good manners call, II. <a href="#2.Page_202">202</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Honour to you who sit, II. <a href="#2.Page_76">76</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How am I bound to Two! God who doth give, II. <a href="#2.Page_190">190</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How am I ravish'd! when I do but see, I. <a href="#1.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How can I choose but love and follow her, I. <a href="#1.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How dull and dead are books that cannot show, I. <a href="#1.Page_177">177</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How fierce was I, when I did see, II. <a href="#2.Page_117">117</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How long, Perenna, wilt thou see, I. <a href="#1.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How love came in I do not know, I. <a href="#1.Page_27">27</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How rich a man is all desire to know, I. <a href="#1.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art, I. <a href="#1.Page_34">34</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How well contented in this private grange, II. <a href="#2.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Humble we must be, if to heaven we go, II. <a href="#2.Page_200">200</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>I a dirge will pen to thee, II. <a href="#2.Page_128">128</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I am holy while I stand, II. <a href="#2.Page_30">30</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I am of all bereft, I. <a href="#1.Page_216">216</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I am sieve-like, and can hold, I. <a href="#1.Page_146">146</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I am zealless; prithee pray, II. <a href="#2.Page_95">95</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I ask'd my Lucia but a kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_10">10</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I asked thee oft what poets thou hast read, I. <a href="#1.Page_80">80</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I begin to wane in sight, I. <a href="#1.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I brake thy bracelet 'gainst my will, II. <a href="#2.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I bring ye love. What will love do? II. <a href="#2.Page_135">135</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I burn, I burn; and beg of you, I. <a href="#1.Page_60">60</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I call, I call: who do ye call? I. <a href="#1.Page_139">139</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I can but name thee, and methinks I call, I. <a href="#1.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I cannot love as I have lov'd before, II. <a href="#2.Page_72">72</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I cannot pipe as I was wont to do, II. <a href="#2.Page_2">2</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I cannot suffer; and in this my part, I. <a href="#1.Page_210">210</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I could but see thee yesterday, II. <a href="#2.Page_89">89</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span>I could never love indeed, I. <a href="#1.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I could wish you all who love, I. <a href="#1.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I crawl, I creep; my Christ, I come, II. <a href="#2.Page_221">221</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I dare not ask a kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_35">35</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I dislik'd but even now, I. <a href="#1.Page_194">194</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I do believe that die I must, II. <a href="#2.Page_195">195</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I do love I know not what, II. <a href="#2.Page_7">7</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I do not love, nor can it be, I. <a href="#1.Page_194">194</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I do not love to wed, I. <a href="#1.Page_200">200</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I dreamed we both were in a bed, I. <a href="#1.Page_22">22</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I dreamt the roses one time went, I. <a href="#1.Page_7">7</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse, II. <a href="#2.Page_194">194</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I fear no earthly powers, I. <a href="#1.Page_78">78</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I freeze, I freeze, and nothing dwells, I. <a href="#1.Page_8">8</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I have a leaden, thou a shaft of gold, II. <a href="#2.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I have been wanton and too bold, I fear, II. <a href="#2.Page_160">160</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I have beheld two lovers in a night, II. <a href="#2.Page_263">263</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I have lost, and lately, these, I. <a href="#1.Page_17">17</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I have my laurel chaplet on my head, II. <a href="#2.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I heard ye could cool heat, and came, I. <a href="#1.Page_196">196</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I held Love's head while it did ache, I. <a href="#1.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I lately fri'd, but now behold, II. <a href="#2.Page_111">111</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I make no haste to have my numbers read, II. <a href="#2.Page_19">19</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I must, II. <a href="#2.Page_133">133</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I played with Love, as with the foe, I. <a href="#1.Page_255">255</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I press'd my Julia's lips, and in the kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I saw a fly within a bead, II. <a href="#2.Page_86">86</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I saw about her spotless wrist, I. <a href="#1.Page_78">78</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I saw a cherry weep, and why? I. <a href="#1.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I send, I send here my supremest kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_143">143</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, I. <a href="#1.Page_3">3</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I sing thy praise, Iacchus, II. <a href="#2.Page_74">74</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I, who have favour'd many, come to be, I. <a href="#1.Page_179">179</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I will be short, and having quickly hurl'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I will confess, II. <a href="#2.Page_118">118</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span>I will no longer kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_159">159</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I would to God that mine old age might have, II. <a href="#2.Page_213">213</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll come, I'll creep, though Thou dost threat, II. <a href="#2.Page_182">182</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll come to thee in all those shapes, I. <a href="#1.Page_70">70</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll do my best to win when e'er I woo, I. <a href="#1.Page_36">36</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll get me hence, II. <a href="#2.Page_13">13</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll hope no more, II. <a href="#2.Page_209">209</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll sing no more, nor will I longer write, II. <a href="#2.Page_32">32</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll to thee a simnel bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_43">43</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll write, because I'll give, I. <a href="#1.Page_37">37</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'll write no more of love; but now repent, II. <a href="#2.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'm free from thee; and thou no more shalt bear, I. <a href="#1.Page_18">18</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I'm sick of love, O let me lie, I. <a href="#1.Page_197">197</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I've paid thee what I promis'd; that's not all, I. <a href="#1.Page_209">209</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If accusation only can draw blood, I. <a href="#1.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If after rude and boisterous seas, I. <a href="#1.Page_117">117</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If all transgressions here should have their pay, II. <a href="#2.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If anything delight me for to print, II. <a href="#2.Page_190">190</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be, I. <a href="#1.Page_11">11</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If hap it must, that I must see thee lie, II. <a href="#2.Page_123">123</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If I dare write to you, my lord, who are, I. <a href="#1.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If I have played the truant, or have here, II. <a href="#2.Page_249">249</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If I kiss Anthea's breast, I. <a href="#1.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If I lie unburied, sir, II. <a href="#2.Page_87">87</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If kings and kingdoms once distracted be, II. <a href="#2.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If little labour, little are our gains, II. <a href="#2.Page_66">66</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If meat the gods give, I the steam, I. <a href="#1.Page_24">24</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If men can say that beauty dies, I. <a href="#1.Page_256">256</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If 'mongst my many poems I can see, I. <a href="#1.Page_76">76</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If nature do deny, II. <a href="#2.Page_26">26</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If nine times you your bridegroom kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_6">6</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If so be a toad be laid, II. <a href="#2.Page_8">8</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If that my fate has now fulfil'd my year, II. <a href="#2.Page_96">96</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If thou ask me, dear, wherefore, I. <a href="#1.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If thou be'st taken, God forbid, II. <a href="#2.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span>If thou hast found a honey comb, II. <a href="#2.Page_109">109</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If war or want shall make me grow so poor, II. <a href="#2.Page_179">179</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If well the dice run, let's applaud the cast, II. <a href="#2.Page_18">18</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right, I. <a href="#1.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If when these lyrics, Cæsar, you shall hear, I. <a href="#1.Page_133">133</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If wholesome diet can re-cure a man, II. <a href="#2.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If ye fear to be affrighted, II. <a href="#2.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If ye will with Mab find grace, I. <a href="#1.Page_252">252</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Immortal clothing I put on, II. <a href="#2.Page_86">86</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Imparity doth ever discord bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_85">85</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In a dream, Love bade me go, II. <a href="#2.Page_20">20</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In all our high designments 'twill appear, II. <a href="#2.Page_114">114</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In all thy need be thou possess'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_57">57</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In battles what disasters fall, II. <a href="#2.Page_111">111</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In desp'rate cases all, or most, are known, II. <a href="#2.Page_89">89</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In doing justice God shall then be known, II. <a href="#2.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In God's commands ne'er ask the reason why, II. <a href="#2.Page_248">248</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In God there's nothing, but 'tis known to be, II. <a href="#2.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In holy meetings there a man may be, I. <a href="#1.Page_203">203</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In man ambition is the common'st thing, I. <a href="#1.Page_23">23</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In numbers, and but these a few, II. <a href="#2.Page_176">176</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, II. <a href="#2.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse, I. <a href="#1.Page_5">5</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In the hope of ease to come, II. <a href="#2.Page_143">143</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In the hour of my distress, II. <a href="#2.Page_180">180</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In the morning when ye rise, II. <a href="#2.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In the old Scripture I have often read, II. <a href="#2.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In things a moderation keep, II. <a href="#2.Page_77">77</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In this little urn is laid, II. <a href="#2.Page_78">78</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In this little vault she lies, I. <a href="#1.Page_61">61</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In this misfortune kings do most excel, II. <a href="#2.Page_115">115</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In this world, the isle of dreams, II. <a href="#2.Page_220">220</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In time of life I graced ye with my verse, I. <a href="#1.Page_173">173</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be, II. <a href="#2.Page_223">223</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In ways to greatness, think on this, II. <a href="#2.Page_33">33</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span>Instead of orient pearls of jet, I. <a href="#1.Page_15">15</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Instruct me now what love will do, II. <a href="#2.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Is this a fast, to keep, II. <a href="#2.Page_240">240</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Is this a life, to break thy sleep, II. <a href="#2.Page_37">37</a>.</li>
+
+<li>It is sufficient if we pray, I. <a href="#1.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>It was, and still my care is, II. <a href="#2.Page_40">40</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Jacob God's beggar was; and so we wait, II. <a href="#2.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Jealous girls these sometimes were, I. <a href="#1.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Jehovah, as Bo&euml;tius saith, II. <a href="#2.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Jove may afford us thousands of reliefs, I. <a href="#1.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Judith has cast her old skin and got new, I. <a href="#1.Page_177">177</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Julia and I did lately sit, I. <a href="#1.Page_20">20</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Julia, I bring, I. <a href="#1.Page_78">78</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Julia, if I chance to die, I. <a href="#1.Page_23">23</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Julia was careless, and withal, I. <a href="#1.Page_13">13</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Julia, when thy Herrick dies, I. <a href="#1.Page_233">233</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Justly our dearest Saviour may abhor us, II. <a href="#2.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Kindle the Christmas brand, and then, II. <a href="#2.Page_105">105</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Kings must be dauntless; subjects will contemn, II. <a href="#2.Page_160">160</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Kings must not oft be seen by public eyes, II. <a href="#2.Page_42">42</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Kings must not only cherish up the good, II. <a href="#2.Page_75">75</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Kings must not use the axe for each offence, II. <a href="#2.Page_135">135</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away, II. <a href="#2.Page_49">49</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Know when to speak for many times it brings, II. <a href="#2.Page_146">146</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Labour we must, and labour hard, II. <a href="#2.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be, I. <a href="#1.Page_20">20</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lasciviousness is known to be, II. <a href="#2.Page_223">223</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Last night I drew up mine account, II. <a href="#2.Page_210">210</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lay by the good a while; a resting field, II. <a href="#2.Page_113">113</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, I. <a href="#1.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let all chaste matrons when they chance to see, I. <a href="#1.Page_70">70</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let but thy voice engender with the string, I. <a href="#1.Page_127">127</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span>Let fair or foul my mistress be, II. <a href="#2.Page_5">5</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let kings and rulers learn this line from me, II. <a href="#2.Page_126">126</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let kings command and do the best they may, I. <a href="#1.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let me be warm, let me be fully fed, I. <a href="#1.Page_36">36</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let me not live if I do not love, II. <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let me sleep this night away, I. <a href="#1.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let moderation on thy passions wait, II. <a href="#2.Page_146">146</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let not that day God's friends and servants scare, II. <a href="#2.Page_220">220</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let not thy tombstone e'er be lain by me, II. <a href="#2.Page_101">101</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let others look for pearl or gold, II. <a href="#2.Page_190">190</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let others to the printing press run fast, II. <a href="#2.Page_141">141</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let the superstitious wife, II. <a href="#2.Page_103">103</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let there be patrons, patrons like to thee, I. <a href="#1.Page_49">49</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let us now take time and play, II. <a href="#2.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed, I. <a href="#1.Page_6">6</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let's be jocund while we may, II. <a href="#2.Page_26">26</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let's call for Hymen if agreed thou art, II. <a href="#2.Page_77">77</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may, I. <a href="#1.Page_213">213</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let's live with that small pittance that we have, II. <a href="#2.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let's now take our time, II. <a href="#2.Page_84">84</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Let's strive to be the best: the gods, we know it, II. <a href="#2.Page_135">135</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight, I. <a href="#1.Page_88">88</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Life is the body's light, which once declining, II. <a href="#2.Page_5">5</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Like those infernal deities which eat, II. <a href="#2.Page_88">88</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Like to a bride, come forth my book, at last, I. <a href="#1.Page_92">92</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Like to the income must be our expense, I. <a href="#1.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Like will to like, each creature loves his kind, II. <a href="#2.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lilies will languish; violets look ill, I. <a href="#1.Page_49">49</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Little you are, for woman's sake be proud, II. <a href="#2.Page_11">11</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Live by thy muse thou shalt, when others die, II. <a href="#2.Page_9">9</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Live, live with me, and thou shalt see, I. <a href="#1.Page_240">240</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Live with a thrifty, not a needy fate, I. <a href="#1.Page_13">13</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Look how our foul days do exceed our fair, II. <a href="#2.Page_169">169</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Look how the rainbow doth appear, I. <a href="#1.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Look in my book, and herein see, II. <a href="#2.Page_108">108</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span>Look upon Sappho's lip, and you will swear, II. <a href="#2.Page_131">131</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lord do not beat me, II. <a href="#2.Page_185">185</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lord, I am like to mistletoe, II. <a href="#2.Page_213">213</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lord, I confess that Thou alone art able, II. <a href="#2.Page_194">194</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lord, Thou hast given me a cell, II. <a href="#2.Page_183">183</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lost to the world; lost to myself alone, II. <a href="#2.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Loth to depart, but yet at last each one, I. <a href="#1.Page_176">176</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love and myself, believe me, on a day, I. <a href="#1.Page_19">19</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love and the graces evermore do wait, II. <a href="#2.Page_68">68</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love bade me ask a gift, I. <a href="#1.Page_124">124</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love brought me to a silent grove, II. <a href="#2.Page_97">97</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love he that will, it best likes me, I. <a href="#1.Page_195">195</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love, I have broke, I. <a href="#1.Page_215">215</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love, I recant, I. <a href="#1.Page_123">123</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love in a shower of blossoms came, II. <a href="#2.Page_102">102</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love is a circle, and an endless sphere, II. <a href="#2.Page_91">91</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love is a circle that doth restless move, I. <a href="#1.Page_13">13</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love is a kind of war: hence those who fear, II. <a href="#2.Page_100">100</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love is a leaven; and a loving kiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_120">120</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love is a syrup, and whoe'er we see, II. <a href="#2.Page_120">120</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent, II. <a href="#2.Page_41">41</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love like a beggar came to me, II. <a href="#2.Page_118">118</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love like a gipsy lately came, I. <a href="#1.Page_76">76</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love, love begets, then never be, II. <a href="#2.Page_64">64</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love, love me now, because I place, II. <a href="#2.Page_96">96</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love on a day, wise poets tell, I. <a href="#1.Page_131">131</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love scorch'd my finger, but did spare, I. <a href="#1.Page_33">33</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love's a thing, as I do hear, I. <a href="#1.Page_146">146</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all, II. <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Love-sick I am, and must endure, I. <a href="#1.Page_72">72</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Maidens tell me I am old, II. <a href="#2.Page_94">94</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Maids' nays are nothing, they are shy, II. <a href="#2.Page_60">60</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Make haste away, and let one be, II. <a href="#2.Page_92">92</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Make, make me Thine, my gracious God, II. <a href="#2.Page_185">185</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span>Make me a heaven and make me there, I. <a href="#1.Page_56">56</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never, I. <a href="#1.Page_254">254</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Man is compos'd here of a twofold part, I. <a href="#1.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Man knows where first he ships himself, but he, I. <a href="#1.Page_221">221</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Man may at first transgress, but next do well, II. <a href="#2.Page_141">141</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Man may want land to live in, but for all, II. <a href="#2.Page_84">84</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Man must do well out of a good intent, II. <a href="#2.Page_112">112</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Man's disposition is for to requite, II. <a href="#2.Page_114">114</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Many we are, and yet but few possess, I. <a href="#1.Page_221">221</a>.</li>
+
+<li>May his pretty dukeship grow, I. <a href="#1.Page_134">134</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Men are not born kings, but are men renown'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_49">49</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Men are suspicious, prone to discontent, II. <a href="#2.Page_113">113</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Men must have bounds how far to walk; for we, II. <a href="#2.Page_132">132</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Men say y'are fair, and fair ye are, 'tis true, I. <a href="#1.Page_122">122</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Mercy, the wise Athenians held to be, II. <a href="#2.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Methought I saw, as I did dream in bed, II. <a href="#2.Page_139">139</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Methought last night love in an anger came, I. <a href="#1.Page_18">18</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Mighty Neptune, may it please, I. <a href="#1.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Milk still your fountains and your springs, for why? II. <a href="#2.Page_90">90</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain, II. <a href="#2.Page_44">44</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Mop-eyed I am, as some have said, I. <a href="#1.Page_120">120</a>.</li>
+
+<li>More discontents I never had, I. <a href="#1.Page_21">21</a>.</li>
+
+<li>More white than whitest lilies far, I. <a href="#1.Page_40">40</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell, I. <a href="#1.Page_128">128</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My dearest love, since thou wilt go, II. <a href="#2.Page_153">153</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My faithful friend, if you can see, I. <a href="#1.Page_97">97</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My God, I'm wounded by my sin, II. <a href="#2.Page_173">173</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My God! look on me with thine eye, II. <a href="#2.Page_175">175</a></li>
+
+<li>My head doth ache, II. <a href="#2.Page_9">9</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My Lucia in the dew did go, II. <a href="#2.Page_58">58</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My many cares and much distress, II. <a href="#2.Page_139">139</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My muse in meads has spent her many hours, I. <a href="#1.Page_116">116</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My soul would one day go and seek, II. <a href="#2.Page_101">101</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near, I. <a href="#1.Page_225">225</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Naught are all women: I say no, II. <a href="#2.Page_102">102</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Need is no vice at all, though here it be, II. <a href="#2.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes, II. <a href="#2.Page_42">42</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Never my book's perfection did appear, I. <a href="#1.Page_123">123</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Never was day so over-sick with showers, I. <a href="#1.Page_62">62</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Next is your lot, fair, to be numbered one, I. <a href="#1.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, II. <a href="#2.Page_195">195</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be, II. <a href="#2.Page_8">8</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Night makes no difference 'twixt priest and clerk, II. <a href="#2.Page_97">97</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No fault in women to refuse, I. <a href="#1.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill, II. <a href="#2.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No man comes late unto that place from whence, II. <a href="#2.Page_31">31</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No man is tempted so but may o'ercome, II. <a href="#2.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No man so well a kingdom rules, as he, II. <a href="#2.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim, II. <a href="#2.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No more, my Sylvia, do I mean to pray, II. <a href="#2.Page_2">2</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No more shall I, since I am driven hence, I. <a href="#1.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No news of navies burnt at seas, I. <a href="#1.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No trust to metals, nor to marbles, when, II. <a href="#2.Page_272">272</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No wrath of men or rage of seas, II. <a href="#2.Page_14">14</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Noah the first was, as tradition says, II. <a href="#2.Page_233">233</a>.</li>
+
+<li>None goes to warfare but with this intent, I. <a href="#1.Page_50">50</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Noonday and midnight shall at once be seen, I. <a href="#1.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nor art thou less esteem'd that I have plac'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_70">70</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nor is my number full till I inscribe, I. <a href="#1.Page_250">250</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nor think that thou in this my book art worst, II. <a href="#2.Page_159">159</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Not all thy flushing suns are set, I. <a href="#1.Page_87">87</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nothing can be more loathsome than to see, II. <a href="#2.Page_10">10</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let, I. <a href="#1.Page_221">221</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nothing hard or harsh can prove, II. <a href="#2.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Nothing is new, we walk where others went, I. <a href="#1.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Now if you love me, tell me, II. <a href="#2.Page_150">150</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Now is the time for mirth, I. <a href="#1.Page_97">97</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim, I. <a href="#1.Page_22">22</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span>Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set, II. <a href="#2.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Now, now's the time, so oft by truth, I. <a href="#1.Page_63">63</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Now, now the mirth comes, II. <a href="#2.Page_145">145</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see, II. <a href="#2.Page_125">125</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be, I. <a href="#1.Page_21">21</a>.</li>
+
+<li>O Jealousy, that art, I. <a href="#1.Page_213">213</a>.</li>
+
+<li>O Jupiter, should I speak ill, II. <a href="#2.Page_61">61</a>.</li>
+
+<li>O Times most bad, II. <a href="#2.Page_10">10</a>.</li>
+
+<li>O Thou, the wonder of all days! II. <a href="#2.Page_196">196</a>.</li>
+
+<li>O years! and age! farewell, II. <a href="#2.Page_189">189</a>.</li>
+
+<li>O you the virgins nine! II. <a href="#2.Page_31">31</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Of all our parts, the eyes express, I. <a href="#1.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Of all the good things whatsoe'er we do, II. <a href="#2.Page_255">255</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Of all those three brave brothers fall'n i' th' war, I. <a href="#1.Page_212">212</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Of both our fortunes good and bad we find, II. <a href="#2.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Offer thy gift; but first the law commands, II. <a href="#2.Page_122">122</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Oft bend the bow, and thou with ease shalt do, II. <a href="#2.Page_55">55</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, I. <a href="#1.Page_187">187</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Old wives have often told how they, I. <a href="#1.Page_19">19</a>.</li>
+
+<li>On, as thou hast begun, brave youth, and get, I. <a href="#1.Page_188">188</a>.</li>
+
+<li>On with thy work, though thou be'st hardly press'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_137">137</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One ask'd me where the roses grew, I. <a href="#1.Page_19">19</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One birth our Saviour had; the like none yet, II. <a href="#2.Page_231">231</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One ear tingles, some there be, II. <a href="#2.Page_160">160</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One feeds on lard, and yet is lean, I. <a href="#1.Page_216">216</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One man repentant is of more esteem, II. <a href="#2.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One more by thee, love, and desert have sent, I. <a href="#1.Page_239">239</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One night i' th' year, my dearest beauties, come, II. <a href="#2.Page_23">23</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One of the five straight branches of my hand, I. <a href="#1.Page_256">256</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One only fire has hell; but yet it shall, II. <a href="#2.Page_239">239</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One silent night of late, I. <a href="#1.Page_30">30</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Only a little more, I. <a href="#1.Page_103">103</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Open thy gates, II. <a href="#2.Page_212">212</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span>Or look'd I back unto the time hence flown, II. <a href="#2.Page_39">39</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Orpheus he went, as poets tell, II. <a href="#2.Page_82">82</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Other men's sins we ever bear in mind, II. <a href="#2.Page_66">66</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Our bastard children are but like to plate, II. <a href="#2.Page_139">139</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Our crosses are no other than the rods, II. <a href="#2.Page_97">97</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Our honours and our commendations be, I. <a href="#1.Page_150">150</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Our household gods our parents be, II. <a href="#2.Page_29">29</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Our mortal parts may wrapp'd in sear-clothes lie, I. <a href="#1.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Our present tears here, not our present laughter, II. <a href="#2.Page_201">201</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Out of the world he must, who once comes in, I. <a href="#1.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Paradise is, as from the learn'd I gather, II. <a href="#2.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Pardon me, God, once more I Thee entreat, II. <a href="#2.Page_212">212</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Pardon my trespass, Silvia, I confess, II. <a href="#2.Page_116">116</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Part of the work remains; one part is past, II. <a href="#2.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Partly work and partly play, II. <a href="#2.Page_142">142</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Paul, he began ill, but he ended well, II. <a href="#2.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Permit me, Julia, now to go away, I. <a href="#1.Page_72">72</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Permit mine eyes to see, II. <a href="#2.Page_210">210</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ph&#339;bus! when that I a verse, I. <a href="#1.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Physicians fight not against men; but these, II. <a href="#2.Page_29">29</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Physicians say repletion springs, II. <a href="#2.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Play I could once; but gentle friend, you see, I. <a href="#1.Page_103">103</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Play, Ph&#339;bus, on thy lute, I. <a href="#1.Page_190">190</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Play their offensive and defensive parts, II. <a href="#2.Page_211">211</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Please your grace, from out your store, II. <a href="#2.Page_25">25</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ponder my words, if so that any be, II. <a href="#2.Page_111">111</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Praise they that will times past; I joy to see, II. <a href="#2.Page_114">114</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Prat, he writes satires, but herein's the fault, II. <a href="#2.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Prayers and praises are those spotless two, II. <a href="#2.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Predestination is the cause alone, II. <a href="#2.Page_237">237</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Prepare for songs; He's come, He's come, II. <a href="#2.Page_204">204</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Preposterous is that government, and rude, I. <a href="#1.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Preposterous is that order, when we run, II. <a href="#2.Page_49">49</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Princes and fav'rites are most dear, while they, II. <a href="#2.Page_67">67</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span>Prue, my dearest maid, is sick, I. <a href="#1.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Puss and her 'prentice both at drawgloves play, II. <a href="#2.Page_75">75</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Put off thy robe of purple, then go on, II. <a href="#2.Page_249">249</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Put on thy holy filletings, and so, II. <a href="#2.Page_106">106</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Put on your silks, and piece by piece, I. <a href="#1.Page_22">22</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Rapine has yet took nought from me, II. <a href="#2.Page_219">219</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show, I. <a href="#1.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing, II. <a href="#2.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rare temples thou hast seen, I know, I. <a href="#1.Page_111">111</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Reach with your whiter hands, to me, I. <a href="#1.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be, II. <a href="#2.Page_158">158</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Readers, we entreat ye pray, II. <a href="#2.Page_85">85</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Reproach we may the living, not the dead, II. <a href="#2.Page_19">19</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rise, household gods, and let us go, I. <a href="#1.Page_138">138</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Roaring is nothing but a weeping part, II. <a href="#2.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Roses at first were white, I. <a href="#1.Page_130">130</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Roses, you can never die, II. <a href="#2.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Sabbaths are threefold, as St. Austine says, II. <a href="#2.Page_233">233</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sadly I walk'd within the field, I. <a href="#1.Page_88">88</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sappho, I will choose to go, II. <a href="#2.Page_83">83</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Science in God is known to be, II. <a href="#2.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sea-born goddess, let me be, I. <a href="#1.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>See and not see, and if thou chance t'espy, I. <a href="#1.Page_37">37</a>.</li>
+
+<li>See how the poor do waiting stand, I. <a href="#1.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Seeing thee, Soame, I see a goodly man, I. <a href="#1.Page_220">220</a>.</li>
+
+<li>See'st thou that cloud as silver clear, I. <a href="#1.Page_174">174</a>.</li>
+
+<li>See'st thou that cloud that rides in state, II. <a href="#2.Page_86">86</a>.</li>
+
+<li>See'st thou those diamonds which she wears, I. <a href="#1.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shall I a daily beggar be, II. <a href="#2.Page_138">138</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shall I go to Love and tell, II. <a href="#2.Page_90">90</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shame checks our first attempts; but when 'tis prov'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_200">200</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span>Shame is a bad attendant to a state, I. <a href="#1.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shapcot! to thee the fairy state, I. <a href="#1.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>She by the river sat, and sitting there, II. <a href="#2.Page_63">63</a>.</li>
+
+<li>She wept upon her cheeks, and weeping so, II. <a href="#2.Page_62">62</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Should I not put on blacks when each one here, II. <a href="#2.Page_108">108</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Show me thy feet, show me thy legs, thy thighs, I. <a href="#1.Page_193">193</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night, I. <a href="#1.Page_203">203</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring, II. <a href="#2.Page_149">149</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sin is an act so free, that if we shall, II. <a href="#2.Page_238">238</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone, II. <a href="#2.Page_238">238</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sin leads the way, but as it goes it feels, II. <a href="#2.Page_200">200</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sin never slew a soul unless there went, II. <a href="#2.Page_238">238</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sin no existence; nature none it hath, II. <a href="#2.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere, II. <a href="#2.Page_207">207</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Since, for thy full deserts, with all the rest, I. <a href="#1.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Since shed or cottage I have none, II. <a href="#2.Page_150">150</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Since to the country first I came, I. <a href="#1.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sing me to death; for till thy voice be clear, I. <a href="#1.Page_190">190</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sinners confounded are a twofold way, II. <a href="#2.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sitting alone, as one forsook, I. <a href="#1.Page_60">60</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Smooth was the sea, and seem'd to call, II. <a href="#2.Page_116">116</a>,</li>
+
+<li>So good luck came, and on my roof did light, I. <a href="#1.Page_124">124</a>.</li>
+
+<li>So long it seem'd, as Mary's faith was small, II. <a href="#2.Page_233">233</a>.</li>
+
+<li>So long you did not sing or touch your hue, I. <a href="#1.Page_119">119</a>.</li>
+
+<li>So look the mornings when the sun, II. <a href="#2.Page_85">85</a>.</li>
+
+<li>So looks Anthea, when in bed she lies, I. <a href="#1.Page_39">39</a>.</li>
+
+<li>So smell those odours that do rise, I. <a href="#1.Page_181">181</a>.</li>
+
+<li>So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, I. <a href="#1.Page_25">25</a>.</li>
+
+<li>So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smiles, I. <a href="#1.Page_93">93</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Some ask'd me where the rubies grew, I. <a href="#1.Page_28">28</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all, I. <a href="#1.Page_252">252</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Some salve to every sore we may apply, II. <a href="#2.Page_92">92</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Some would know, I. <a href="#1.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sorrows divided amongst many, less, II. <a href="#2.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span>Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go, II. <a href="#2.Page_196">196</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sound teeth has Lucy, pure as pearl, and small, II. <a href="#2.Page_29">29</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Speak, did the blood of Abel cry, II. <a href="#2.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Spend, harmless shade, thy nightly hours, II. <a href="#2.Page_110">110</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Spring with the lark, most comely bride, and meet, II. <a href="#2.Page_16">16</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stand by the magic of my powerful rhymes, II. <a href="#2.Page_98">98</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stand forth, brave man, since fate has made thee here, II. <a href="#2.Page_63">63</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stand with thy graces forth, brave man, and rise, I. <a href="#1.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stately goddess, do thou please, I. <a href="#1.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stay while ye will, or go, I. <a href="#1.Page_102">102</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Still take advice; though counsels, when they fly, II. <a href="#2.Page_146">146</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Still to our gains our chief respect is had, I. <a href="#1.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Store of courage to me grant, I. <a href="#1.Page_189">189</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Stripes justly given yerk us with their fall, II. <a href="#2.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Studies themselves will languish and decay, II. <a href="#2.Page_144">144</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Suffer thy legs but not thy tongue to walk, II. <a href="#2.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Suspicion, discontent, and strife, I. <a href="#1.Page_58">58</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet Amarillis, by a spring's, I. <a href="#1.Page_55">55</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet are my Julia's lips, and clean, II. <a href="#2.Page_95">95</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, I. <a href="#1.Page_74">74</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet Bridget blush'd, and therewithal, I. <a href="#1.Page_255">255</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet country life, to such unknown, II. <a href="#2.Page_33">33</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet &#338;none, do but say, II. <a href="#2.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet virgin, that I do not set, I. <a href="#1.Page_182">182</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sweet western wind, whose luck it is, I. <a href="#1.Page_128">128</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Take mine advice, and go not near, II. <a href="#2.Page_98">98</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tears most prevail; with tears, too, thou mayst move, II. <a href="#2.Page_107">107</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tears quickly dry, griefs will in time decay, II. <a href="#2.Page_115">115</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine, II. <a href="#2.Page_29">29</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span>Tell if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come, I. <a href="#1.Page_196">196</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tell me, rich man, for what intent. II. <a href="#2.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tell me, what needs those rich deceits, II. <a href="#2.Page_101">101</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tell me, young man, or did the muses bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_122">122</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tell that brave man, fain thou wouldst have access, II. <a href="#2.Page_125">125</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue, II. <a href="#2.Page_207">207</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Temptations hurt not, though they have access II. <a href="#2.Page_196">196</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thanksgiving for a former, doth invite, II. <a href="#2.Page_181">181</a></li>
+
+<li>Th' art hence removing (like a shepherd's tent), I. <a href="#1.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Th' 'ast dar'd too far; but, fury, now forbear, I. <a href="#1.Page_100">100</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That Christ did die, the pagan saith, II. <a href="#2.Page_245">245</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That flow of gallants which approach, II. <a href="#2.Page_47">47</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That for seven lusters I did never come, I. <a href="#1.Page_31">31</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That happiness does still the longest thrive, II. <a href="#2.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That hour-glass which there you see, I. <a href="#1.Page_52">52</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That little, pretty, bleeding part, II. <a href="#2.Page_279">279</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That love last long, let it thy first care be, I. <a href="#1.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That love 'twixt men does ever longest last, II. <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That manna, which God on His people cast, II. <a href="#2.Page_224">224</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That morn which saw me made a bride, I. <a href="#1.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That prince must govern with a gentle hand, II. <a href="#2.Page_153">153</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That prince takes soon enough the victor's room, I. <a href="#1.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That prince who may do nothing but what's just, II. <a href="#2.Page_162">162</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That princes may possess a surer seat, I. <a href="#1.Page_203">203</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That there's a God we all do know, II. <a href="#2.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The bad among the good are here mixed ever, II. <a href="#2.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The blood of Abel was a thing, II. <a href="#2.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The body is the soul's poor house or home, II. <a href="#2.Page_98">98</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The body's salt, the soul is; which when gone, II. <a href="#2.Page_162">162</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The bound almost now of my book I see, II. <a href="#2.Page_140">140</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The doctors in the Talmud, say, II. <a href="#2.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The factions of the great ones call, II. <a href="#2.Page_101">101</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The fire of hell this strange condition hath, II. <a href="#2.Page_235">235</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span>The gods require the thighs, II. <a href="#2.Page_60">60</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The gods to kings the judgment give to sway, I. <a href="#1.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The hag is astride, II. <a href="#2.Page_27">27</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The Jews their beds and offices of ease, II. <a href="#2.Page_233">233</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The Jews, when they built houses, I have read, II. <a href="#2.Page_230">230</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease, II. <a href="#2.Page_214">214</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The lictors bundled up their rods; beside, II. <a href="#2.Page_113">113</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The longer thread of life we spin, II. <a href="#2.Page_224">224</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The May-pole is up, II. <a href="#2.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The mellow touch of music most doth wound, I. <a href="#1.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The mountains of the Scriptures are, some say, II. <a href="#2.Page_226">226</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The only comfort of my life, II. <a href="#2.Page_149">149</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The person crowns the place; your lot doth fall, II. <a href="#2.Page_128">128</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The power of princes rest in the consent, II. <a href="#2.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The readiness of doing doth express, II. <a href="#2.Page_92">92</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The repetition of the name made known, II. <a href="#2.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The rose was sick, and smiling died, II. <a href="#2.Page_44">44</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The saints-bell calls, and, Julia, I must read, II. <a href="#2.Page_7">7</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The same who crowns the conquerer, will be, II. <a href="#2.Page_227">227</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The seeds of treason choke up as they spring, I. <a href="#1.Page_9">9</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The shame of man's face is no more, II. <a href="#2.Page_228">228</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The strength of baptism that's within, II. <a href="#2.Page_247">247</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The sup'rabundance of my store, II. <a href="#2.Page_220">220</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The tears of saints more sweet by far, II. <a href="#2.Page_224">224</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The time the bridegroom stays from hence, II. <a href="#2.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The twilight is no other thing, we say, II. <a href="#2.Page_148">148</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The Virgin Mary was, as I have read, II. <a href="#2.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The Virgin Mother stood at a distance, there, II. <a href="#2.Page_230">230</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The work is done, now let my laurel be, II. <a href="#2.Page_249">249</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The work is done: young men and maidens, set, II. <a href="#2.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Then did I live when I did see, II. <a href="#2.Page_140">140</a>.</li>
+
+<li>There is no evil that we do commit, II. <a href="#2.Page_233">233</a>.</li>
+
+<li>There's no constraint to do amiss, II. <a href="#2.Page_239">239</a>.</li>
+
+<li>These fresh beauties (we can prove), I. <a href="#1.Page_16">16</a>.</li>
+
+<li>These springs were maidens once that lov'd, I. <a href="#1.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span>These summer-birds did with thy master stay, I. <a href="#1.Page_189">189</a>.</li>
+
+<li>These temporal goods God, the most wise, commends, II. <a href="#2.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Things are uncertain, and the more we get, II. <a href="#2.Page_144">144</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This axiom I have often heard, II. <a href="#2.Page_39">39</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This crosstree here, II. <a href="#2.Page_253">253</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This day is yours, great Charles! and in this war, II. <a href="#2.Page_87">87</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This day, my Julia, thou must make, II. <a href="#2.Page_83">83</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This I'll tell ye by the way, II. <a href="#2.Page_152">152</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This is my comfort when she's most unkind, II. <a href="#2.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This is the height of justice: that to do, II. <a href="#2.Page_14">14</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This rule of manners I will teach my guests, II. <a href="#2.Page_137">137</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This stone can tell the story of my life, II. <a href="#2.Page_128">128</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Those ends in war the best contentment bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_144">144</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Those garments lasting evermore, II. <a href="#2.Page_242">242</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Those ills that mortal men endure, I. <a href="#1.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Those possessions short-liv'd are, II. <a href="#2.Page_50">50</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Those saints which God loves best, II. <a href="#2.Page_175">175</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Those tapers which we set upon the grave, II. <a href="#2.Page_230">230</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never, I. <a href="#1.Page_122">122</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou art to all lost love the best, I. <a href="#1.Page_132">132</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou bid'st me come away, II. <a href="#2.Page_186">186</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou bid'st me come; I cannot come; for why? II. <a href="#2.Page_186">186</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou cam'st to cure me, doctor, of my cold, I. <a href="#1.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou gav'st me leave to kiss, I. <a href="#1.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree, I. <a href="#1.Page_188">188</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou hast made many houses for the dead, II. <a href="#2.Page_95">95</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou hast promis'd, Lord, to be, II. <a href="#2.Page_179">179</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou knowest, my Julia, that it is thy turn, I. <a href="#1.Page_247">247</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou mighty lord and master of the lyre, II. <a href="#2.Page_100">100</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here, I. <a href="#1.Page_26">26</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be, II. <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou sayest Love's dart, II. <a href="#2.Page_90">90</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou say'st my lines are hard, I. <a href="#1.Page_173">173</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou say'st thou lov'st me, Sappho; I say no, II. <a href="#2.Page_98">98</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span>Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop, II. <a href="#2.Page_126">126</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I, I. <a href="#1.Page_217">217</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou shall not all die; for while love's fire shines, I. <a href="#1.Page_179">179</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou, thou that bear'st the sway, II. <a href="#2.Page_100">100</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou who wilt not love, do this, I. <a href="#1.Page_93">93</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though a wise man all pressures can sustain, I. <a href="#1.Page_72">72</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though by well warding many blows we've pass'd, II. <a href="#2.Page_45">45</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though clock, II. <a href="#2.Page_55">55</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though frankincense the deities require, II. <a href="#2.Page_117">117</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though from without no foes at all we fear, II. <a href="#2.Page_114">114</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though good things answer many good intents, I. <a href="#1.Page_137">137</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though hourly comforts from the gods we see, I. <a href="#1.Page_137">137</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though I cannot give thee fires, I. <a href="#1.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though long it be, years may repay the debt, II. <a href="#2.Page_31">31</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Though thou be'st all that active love, II. <a href="#2.Page_245">245</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thousands each day pass by, which we, II. <a href="#2.Page_39">39</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Three fatal sisters wait upon each sin, II. <a href="#2.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Three lovely sisters working were, I. <a href="#1.Page_20">20</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thrice, and above, bless'd, my soul's half, art thou, I. <a href="#1.Page_40">40</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thrice happy roses, so much grac'd to have, II. <a href="#2.Page_60">60</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Through all the night, II. <a href="#2.Page_187">187</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thus I, I. <a href="#1.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thy azure robe I did behold, I. <a href="#1.Page_80">80</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thy former coming was to cure, II. <a href="#2.Page_248">248</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thy sooty godhead, I desire, II. <a href="#2.Page_14">14</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Till I shall come again let this suffice, I. <a href="#1.Page_183">183</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Time is the bound of things where e'er we go, II. <a href="#2.Page_71">71</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Time was upon, II. <a href="#2.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis a known principle in war, I. <a href="#1.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis but a dog-like madness in bad kings, II. <a href="#2.Page_115">115</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis evening, my sweet, I. <a href="#1.Page_245">245</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend, II. <a href="#2.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis heresy in others: in your face, I. <a href="#1.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span>'Tis liberty to serve one lord; but he, II. <a href="#2.Page_103">103</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis much among the filthy to be clean, II. <a href="#2.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis never, or but seldom known, II. <a href="#2.Page_80">80</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis no discomfort in the world to fall, II. <a href="#2.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs, I. <a href="#1.Page_24">24</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis not every day that I, II. <a href="#2.Page_51">51</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis not greatness they require, I. <a href="#1.Page_24">24</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis not the food but the content, I. <a href="#1.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis not the walls or purple that defends, II. <a href="#2.Page_53">53</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis said as Cupid danc'd among, II. <a href="#2.Page_49">49</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis still observ'd that fame ne'er sings, II. <a href="#2.Page_55">55</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are, II. <a href="#2.Page_134">134</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis the chyrurgeon's praise and height of art, II. <a href="#2.Page_84">84</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Tis worse than barbarous cruelty to show, I. <a href="#1.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To a love feast we both invited are, II. <a href="#2.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To all our wounds here, whatsoe'er they be, II. <a href="#2.Page_238">238</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To an old sore a long cure must go on, II. <a href="#2.Page_138">138</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To bread and water none is poor, I. <a href="#1.Page_38">38</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To conquered men, some comfort 'tis to fall, I. <a href="#1.Page_60">60</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To fetch me wine my Lucia went, I. <a href="#1.Page_234">234</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To find that tree of life whose fruits did feed, I. <a href="#1.Page_74">74</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To gather flowers Sappha went, II. <a href="#2.Page_62">62</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To get thine ends lay bashfulness aside, I. <a href="#1.Page_7">7</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To him who longs unto his Christ to go, II. <a href="#2.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To his book's end this last line he'd have placed, II. <a href="#2.Page_165">165</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To house the hag, you must do this, II. <a href="#2.Page_104">104</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To join with them who here confer, II. <a href="#2.Page_255">255</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To me my Julia lately sent, I. <a href="#1.Page_14">14</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, I. <a href="#1.Page_127">127</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To mortal men great loads allotted be, II. <a href="#2.Page_51">51</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, I. <a href="#1.Page_107">107</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To print our poems, the propulsive cause, I. <a href="#1.Page_211">211</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To read my book the virgin shy, I. <a href="#1.Page_5">5</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span>To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must, I. <a href="#1.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To seek of God more than we well can find, II. <a href="#2.Page_192">192</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To sup with thee thou did'st me home invite, II. <a href="#2.Page_78">78</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To this white temple of my heroes, here, I. <a href="#1.Page_232">232</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To work a wonder, God would have her shown, II. <a href="#2.Page_231">231</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear, II. <a href="#2.Page_94">94</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Trap of a player turn'd a priest now is, II. <a href="#2.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tread, sirs, as lightly as you can, II. <a href="#2.Page_28">28</a>.</li>
+
+<li>True mirth resides not in the smiling skin, II. <a href="#2.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+
+<li>True rev'rence is, as Cassiodore doth prove, II. <a href="#2.Page_224">224</a>.</li>
+
+<li>True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear, I. <a href="#1.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Trust me, ladies, I will do, I. <a href="#1.Page_222">222</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Truth, by her own simplicity is known, II. <a href="#2.Page_160">160</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Truth is best found out by the time and eyes, II. <a href="#2.Page_108">108</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tumble me down, and I will sit, II. <a href="#2.Page_41">41</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Twas but a single rose, I. <a href="#1.Page_61">61</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Twas Cæsar's saying: kings no less conquerors are, II. <a href="#2.Page_88">88</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Twas not love's dart, I. <a href="#1.Page_201">201</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Twice has Pudica been a bride, and led, I. <a href="#1.Page_225">225</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Twilight, no other thing is, poets say, II. <a href="#2.Page_96">96</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Twixt kings and subjects there's this mighty odds, I. <a href="#1.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known, II. <a href="#2.Page_96">96</a>.</li>
+
+<li>'Twixt truth and error there's this difference known, II. <a href="#2.Page_144">144</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Two instruments belong unto our God, II. <a href="#2.Page_244">244</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Two of a thousand things are disallow'd, I. <a href="#1.Page_10">10</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Two parts of us successively command, I. <a href="#1.Page_171">171</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Two things do make society to stand, II. <a href="#2.Page_93">93</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Under a lawn, than skies more clear, I. <a href="#1.Page_29">29</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers, I. <a href="#1.Page_256">256</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace, I. <a href="#1.Page_248">248</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Virgins promis'd when I died, I. <a href="#1.Page_52">52</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Virgins, time past, known were these, I. <a href="#1.Page_77">77</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon, II. <a href="#2.Page_108">108</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wantons we are, and though our words be such, II. <a href="#2.Page_19">19</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wanton wenches do not bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_160">160</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wash clean the vessel, lest ye sour, II. <a href="#2.Page_149">149</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wash your hands, or else the fire, II. <a href="#2.Page_80">80</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wassail the trees, that they may bear, II. <a href="#2.Page_80">80</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Water, water I desire, I. <a href="#1.Page_23">23</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Water, water I espy, I. <a href="#1.Page_75">75</a>.</li>
+
+<li>We are co-heirs with Christ; nor shall His own, II. <a href="#2.Page_246">246</a>.</li>
+
+<li>We blame, nay we despise her pains, II. <a href="#2.Page_98">98</a>.</li>
+
+<li>We credit most our sight; one eye doth please, II. <a href="#2.Page_108">108</a>.</li>
+
+<li>We merit all we suffer, and by far, II. <a href="#2.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>We pray 'gainst war, yet we enjoy no peace, II. <a href="#2.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>We trust not to the multitude in war, II. <a href="#2.Page_112">112</a>.</li>
+
+<li>We two are last in hell; what may we fear, I. <a href="#1.Page_38">38</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light, II. <a href="#2.Page_121">121</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find, II. <a href="#2.Page_170">170</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Welcome! but yet no entrance, till we bless, I. <a href="#1.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Welcome, great Cæsar, welcome now you are, II. <a href="#2.Page_123">123</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Welcome, maids-of-honour, I. <a href="#1.Page_101">101</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Welcome, most welcome to our vows and us, I. <a href="#1.Page_28">28</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Welcome to this my college, and though late, II. <a href="#2.Page_129">129</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Well may my book come forth like public day, <i><a href="#1.Page_1">Dedication</a></i>.</li>
+
+<li>Were I to give the baptism, I would choose, I. <a href="#1.Page_32">32</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What can I do in poetry, I. <a href="#1.Page_164">164</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What! can my Kellam drink his sack, II. <a href="#2.Page_112">112</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What, conscience, say, is it in thee, I. <a href="#1.Page_210">210</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What fate decreed, time now has made us see, II. <a href="#2.Page_66">66</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What God gives, and what we take, II. <a href="#2.Page_202">202</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What here we hope for, we shall once inherit, II. <a href="#2.Page_200">200</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span>What I fancy I approve, I. <a href="#1.Page_11">11</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve, II. <a href="#2.Page_18">18</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What is't that wastes a prince? example shows, II. <a href="#2.Page_162">162</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What need we marry women, when, II. <a href="#2.Page_120">120</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What needs complaints, II. <a href="#2.Page_141">141</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What now we like, anon we disapprove, I. <a href="#1.Page_240">240</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What offspring other men have got, II. <a href="#2.Page_42">42</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What others have with cheapness seen and ease, II. <a href="#2.Page_161">161</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What sweeter music can we bring, II. <a href="#2.Page_202">202</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What though my harp and viol be, II. <a href="#2.Page_199">199</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What though the heaven be lowering now, I. <a href="#1.Page_236">236</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore, I. <a href="#1.Page_104">104</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What times of sweetness this fair day foreshows, I. <a href="#1.Page_52">52</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What was't that fell but now, I. <a href="#1.Page_90">90</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What will ye, my poor orphans, do, II. <a href="#2.Page_19">19</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What wisdom, learning, wit or wrath, I. <a href="#1.Page_57">57</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What's got by justice is established sure, II. <a href="#2.Page_141">141</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What's that we see from far? the spring of day, I. <a href="#1.Page_139">139</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whatever comes, let's be content withal, II. <a href="#2.Page_187">187</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whatever men for loyalty pretend, II. <a href="#2.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whatsoever thing I see, II. <a href="#2.Page_65">65</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When a daffodil I see, I. <a href="#1.Page_45">45</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When a man's faith is frozen up, as dead, II. <a href="#2.Page_196">196</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When after many lusters thou shalt be, II. <a href="#2.Page_36">36</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When age or chance has made me blind, I. <a href="#1.Page_38">38</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When all birds else do of their music fail, II. <a href="#2.Page_57">57</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When as in silks my Julia goes, II. <a href="#2.Page_77">77</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When as Leander young was drown'd, I. <a href="#1.Page_49">49</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries, II. <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When fear admits no hope of safety, then, II. <a href="#2.Page_163">163</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When first I find those numbers thou dost write, II. <a href="#2.Page_125">125</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When flowing garments I behold, II. <a href="#2.Page_138">138</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I a ship see on the seas, II. <a href="#2.Page_214">214</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span>When I a verse shall make, II. <a href="#2.Page_11">11</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I behold a forest spread, I. <a href="#1.Page_254">254</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I behold Thee, almost slain, II. <a href="#2.Page_252">252</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay, I. <a href="#1.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I departed am, ring thou my knell, I. <a href="#1.Page_138">138</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I did go from thee, I felt that smart, I. <a href="#1.Page_50">50</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I go hence, ye closet-gods, I fear, II. <a href="#2.Page_30">30</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I love (as some have told), II. <a href="#2.Page_1">1</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I of Villars do but hear the name, I. <a href="#1.Page_172">172</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here, II. <a href="#2.Page_206">206</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I through all my many poems look, I. <a href="#1.Page_117">117</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy, I. <a href="#1.Page_9">9</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When I thy singing next shall hear, I. <a href="#1.Page_25">25</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When Julia blushes she does show, I. <a href="#1.Page_150">150</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When Julia chid, I stood as mute the while, I. <a href="#1.Page_70">70</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When laws full powers have to sway, we see, II. <a href="#2.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When man is punished, he is plagued still, II. <a href="#2.Page_211">211</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When my date's done, and my grey age must die, I. <a href="#1.Page_47">47</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When my off'ring next I make, I. <a href="#1.Page_197">197</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When one is past, another care we have, I. <a href="#1.Page_20">20</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When once the sin has fully acted been, II. <a href="#2.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When once the soul has lost her way, II. <a href="#2.Page_243">243</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When out of bed my love doth spring, I. <a href="#1.Page_193">193</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was, I. <a href="#1.Page_24">24</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone, I. <a href="#1.Page_15">15</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When thou dost play and sweetly sing, I. <a href="#1.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When Thou wast taken, Lord, I oft have read, II. <a href="#2.Page_251">251</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When times are troubled then forbear; but speak, II. <a href="#2.Page_155">155</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When to a house I come and see, II. <a href="#2.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When to thy porch I come, and ravish'd see, II. <a href="#2.Page_154">154</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When we 'gainst Satan stoutly fight, the more, II. <a href="#2.Page_213">213</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When well we speak and nothing do that's good, II. <a href="#2.Page_247">247</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span>When what is lov'd is present, love doth spring, I. <a href="#1.Page_13">13</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When winds and seas do rage, II. <a href="#2.Page_215">215</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When with the virgin morning thou dost rise, I. <a href="#1.Page_159">159</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When words we want, Love teacheth to indite, II. <a href="#2.Page_92">92</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whene'er I go, or whatsoe'er befalls, II. <a href="#2.Page_86">86</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whene'er my heart love's warmth but entertains, I. <a href="#1.Page_47">47</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Where God is merry, there write down thy fears, II. <a href="#2.Page_191">191</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Where love begins, there dead thy first desire, II. <a href="#2.Page_100">100</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Where others love and praise my verses, still, I. <a href="#1.Page_80">80</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there, II. <a href="#2.Page_157">157</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whether I was myself, or else did see, II. <a href="#2.Page_156">156</a>.</li>
+
+<li>While Fates permit us let's be merry, I. <a href="#1.Page_215">215</a>.</li>
+
+<li>While leanest beasts in pastures feed, I. <a href="#1.Page_93">93</a>.</li>
+
+<li>While, Lydia, I was loved of thee, I. <a href="#1.Page_85">85</a>.</li>
+
+<li>While the milder fates consent, I. <a href="#1.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>While thou didst keep thy candour undefil'd, I. <a href="#1.Page_5">5</a>.</li>
+
+<li>White as Zenobia's teeth, the which the girls, II. <a href="#2.Page_62">62</a>.</li>
+
+<li>White though ye be, yet, lilies, know, I. <a href="#1.Page_89">89</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whither dost thou whorry me, I. <a href="#1.Page_197">197</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? I. <a href="#1.Page_4">4</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whither? say, whither shall I fly, I. <a href="#1.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who after his transgression doth repent, II. <a href="#2.Page_84">84</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who begs to die for fear of human need, II. <a href="#2.Page_95">95</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone, I. <a href="#1.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who may do most, does least; the bravest will, II. <a href="#2.Page_150">150</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who plants an olive but to eat the oil? II. <a href="#2.Page_151">151</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door, II. <a href="#2.Page_46">46</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who read'st this book that I have writ, II. <a href="#2.Page_32">32</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who violates the customs, hurts the health, II. <a href="#2.Page_147">147</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who will not honour noble numbers when, II. <a href="#2.Page_81">81</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who with a little cannot be content, II. <a href="#2.Page_12">12</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whom should I fear to write to if I can, I. <a href="#1.Page_77">77</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Whose head befringed with bescattered tresses, II. <a href="#2.Page_257">257</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why do not all fresh maids appear, I. <a href="#1.Page_128">128</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears, I. <a href="#1.Page_129">129</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span>Why dost thou wound and break my heart, II. <a href="#2.Page_158">158</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why I tie about thy wrist, I. <a href="#1.Page_159">159</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why, madam, will ye longer weep, I. <a href="#1.Page_237">237</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why should we covet much, when as we know, II. <a href="#2.Page_134">134</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why so slowly do you move, II. <a href="#2.Page_93">93</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why this flower is now call'd so, I. <a href="#1.Page_16">16</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why wore th' Egyptians jewels in the ear? II. <a href="#2.Page_178">178</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Will ye hear what I can say, I. <a href="#1.Page_173">173</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wilt thou my true friend be? II. <a href="#2.Page_2">2</a>.</li>
+
+<li>With blameless carriage, I lived here, I. <a href="#1.Page_48">48</a>.</li>
+
+<li>With golden censors and with incense here, II. <a href="#2.Page_208">208</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Woe, woe to them, who by a ball of strife, I. <a href="#1.Page_29">29</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Women, although they ne'er so goodly make it, II. <a href="#2.Page_41">41</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Words beget anger; anger brings forth blows, II. <a href="#2.Page_107">107</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Would I see lawn, clear as the heaven and thin? I. <a href="#1.Page_197">197</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Would I woo, and would I win, II. <a href="#2.Page_106">106</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Would ye have fresh cheese and cream? I. <a href="#1.Page_229">229</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Would ye oil of blossoms get? II. <a href="#2.Page_54">54</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wrinkles no more are or no less, I. <a href="#1.Page_179">179</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wrongs, if neglected, vanish in short time, II. <a href="#2.Page_75">75</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Ye have been fresh and green, I. <a href="#1.Page_136">136</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ye may simper, blush, and smile, I. <a href="#1.Page_89">89</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ye pretty housewives, would ye know, I. <a href="#1.Page_204">204</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Ye silent shades, whose each tree here, I. <a href="#1.Page_211">211</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You are a lord, an earl; nay more, a man, I. <a href="#1.Page_215">215</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You are a tulip seen to-day, I. <a href="#1.Page_108">108</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You ask me what I do, and how I live, II. <a href="#2.Page_138">138</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You have beheld a smiling rose, I. <a href="#1.Page_90">90</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You may vow I'll not forget, II. <a href="#2.Page_268">268</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You say I love not 'cause I do not play, I. <a href="#1.Page_16">16</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You say to me-wards your affection's strong, I. <a href="#1.Page_61">61</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You say you're sweet; how should we know, I. <a href="#1.Page_139">139</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You see this gentle stream that glides, II. <a href="#2.Page_54">54</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Young I was, but now am old, I. <a href="#1.Page_18">18</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="2.APPENDIX_OF_EPIGRAMS_etc"></a>APPENDIX OF EPIGRAMS, etc.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span></p>
+<h2><i>NOTE.</i></h2>
+
+<p class="czerop"><i>Herrick's coarser epigrams and poems are included<br />
+in this</i> Appendix. <i>A few decent, but somewhat<br />
+pointless, epigrams have been added.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span></p>
+<h2>APPENDIX OF EPIGRAMS.</h2>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e5"></a>5. [TO HIS BOOK.] ANOTHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The place where swelling piles do breed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May every ill that bites or smarts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perplex him in his hinder parts.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e6"></a>6. TO THE SOUR READER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou dislik'st the piece thou light'st on first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Think that of all, that I have writ, the worst:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if thou read'st my book unto the end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And still do'st this and that verse, reprehend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O perverse man! if all disgustful be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The extreme scab take thee, and thine, for me.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e41"></a>41. THE VINE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I dreamt this mortal part of mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was metamorphos'd to a vine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which crawling one and every way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enthrall'd my dainty Lucia.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methought, her long small legs and thighs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I with my tendrils did surprise;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Her belly, buttocks, and her waist<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By my soft nerv'lets were embrac'd;<br /></span><span class="brace">}</span>
+<span class="i0">About her head I writhing hung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with rich clusters, hid among<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The leaves, her temples I behung:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that my Lucia seem'd to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young Bacchus ravish'd by his tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My curls about her neck did crawl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And arms and hands they did enthrall:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that she could not freely stir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All parts there made one prisoner.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when I crept with leaves to hide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such fleeting pleasures there I took,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That with the fancy I awoke;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And found, ah me! this flesh of mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More like a stock than like a vine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e64"></a>64. ONCE POOR, STILL PENURIOUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fattest hogs we grease the more with lard.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To him that has, there shall be added more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who is penurious, he shall still be poor.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e99"></a>99. UPON BLANCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blanch swears her husband's lovely; when a scald<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has blear'd his eyes: besides, his head is bald<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, his wild ears, like leathern wings full spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flutter to fly, and bear away his head.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e109"></a>109. UPON CUFFE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cuffe comes to church much: but he keeps his bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those Sundays only whenas briefs are read.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This makes Cuffe dull; and troubles him the most,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because he cannot sleep i' th' church free cost.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Briefs.</i>&mdash;Letters recommending the collection of alms.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e110"></a>110. UPON FONE A SCHOOLMASTER. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fone says, those mighty whiskers he does wear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are twigs of birch, and willow, growing there:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If so, we'll think too, when he does condemn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Boys to the lash, that he does whip with them.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e126"></a>126. UPON SCOBBLE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Scobble for whoredom whips his wife; and cries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll slit her nose; but blubb'ring, she replies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good sir, make no more cuts i' th' outward skin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One slit's enough to let adultry in.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e129"></a>129. UPON GLASCO. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glasco had none, but now some teeth has got;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which though they fur, will neither ache or rot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Six teeth he has, whereof twice two are known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of a haft that was a mutton bone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which not for use, but merely for the sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wears all day, and draws those teeth at night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e131"></a>131. THE CUSTARD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For second course, last night, a custard came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To th' board, so hot as none could touch the same:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Furze three or four times with his cheeks did blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the custard, and thus cooled so;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It seem'd by this time to admit the touch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But none could eat it, 'cause it stunk so much.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e135"></a>135. UPON GRYLL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gryll eats, but ne'er says grace; to speak the truth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gryll either keeps his breath to cool his broth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else, because Gryll's roast does burn his spit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gryll will not therefore say a grace for it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e148"></a>148. UPON STRUT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Strut, once a foreman of a shop we knew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But turn'd a ladies' usher now, 'tis true:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, has Strut got e're a title more?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No; he's but foreman, as he was before.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e163"></a>163. UPON JOLLY'S WIFE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First, Jolly's wife is lame; then next loose-hipp'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Squint-ey'd, hook-nos'd; and lastly, kidney-lipp'd.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e171"></a>171. UPON PAGGET.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pagget, a schoolboy, got a sword, and then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He vow'd destruction both to birch and men:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Who would not think this younker fierce to fight?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet coming home, but somewhat late (last night),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Untruss, his master bade him; and that word<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made him take up his shirt, lay down his sword.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e183"></a>183. UPON PRIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prig now drinks water, who before drank beer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What's now the cause? we know the case is clear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look in Prig's purse, the chev'ril there tells you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prig money wants, either to buy or brew.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Chevril</i>, kid.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e184"></a>184. UPON BATT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Batt he gets children, not for love to rear 'em;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But out of hope his wife might die to bear 'em.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e188"></a>188. UPON MUCH-MORE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Much-more provides and hoards up like an ant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet Much-more still complains he is in want.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let Much-more justly pay his tithes; then try<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How both his meal and oil will multiply.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e199"></a>199. UPON LUGGS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Luggs, by the condemnation of the Bench,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was lately whipt for lying with a wench.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus pains and pleasures turn by turn succeed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He smarts at last who does not first take heed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e200"></a>200. UPON GUBBS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gubbs calls his children kitlings: and would bound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some say, for joy, to see those kitlings drown'd.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e206"></a>206. UPON BUNCE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Money thou ow'st me; prethee fix a day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For payment promis'd, though thou never pay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let it be Dooms-day; nay, take longer scope;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pay when th'art honest; let me have some hope.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e221"></a>221. GREAT BOAST SMALL ROAST.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of flanks and chines of beef doth Gorrell boast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has at home; but who tastes boil'd or roast?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look in his brine-tub, and you shall find there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two stiff blue pigs'-feet and a sow's cleft ear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e222"></a>222. UPON A BLEAR-EY'D WOMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wither'd with years, and bed-rid Mumma lies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dry-roasted all, but raw yet in her eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e233"></a>233. NO LOCK AGAINST LETCHERY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bar close as you can, and bolt fast too your door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To keep out the letcher, and keep in the whore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet quickly you'll see by the turn of a pin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The whore to come out, or the letcher come in.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e237"></a>237. UPON SUDDS, A LAUNDRESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sudds launders bands in piss, and starches them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both with her husband's and her own tough fleam.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e239"></a>239. UPON GUESS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Guess cuts his shoes, and limping, goes about<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have men think he's troubled with the gout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'tis no gout, believe it, but hard beer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose acrimonious humour bites him here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e242"></a>242. UPON A CROOKED MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Crooked you are, but that dislikes not me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So you be straight where virgins straight should be.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e261"></a>261. UPON GROYNES. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Groynes, for his fleshly burglary of late,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stood in the holy forum candidate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The word is Roman; but in English known:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Penance, and standing so, are both but one.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Candidate</i>, clothed in white.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e272"></a>272. UPON PINK, AN ILL-FAC'D PAINTER. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so he may, if he'll be rul'd by me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let but Pink's face i' th' looking-glass be shown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Pink may paint the devil's by his own.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e273"></a>273. UPON BROCK. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But not his mouth, the fouler of the two.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A clammy rheum makes loathsome both his eyes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His mouth, worse furr'd with oaths and blasphemies.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e277"></a>277. LAUGH AND LIE DOWN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laugh no more; or laugh, and lie down next.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e292"></a>292. UPON SHARK. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shark, when he goes to any public feast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eats to one's thinking, of all there, the least.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What saves the master of the house thereby<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When if the servants search, they may descry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his wide codpiece, dinner being done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two napkins cramm'd up, and a silver spoon?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e305"></a>305. UPON BUNGY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bungy does fast; looks pale; puts sackcloth on;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not out of conscience, or religion:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or that this younker keeps so strict a Lent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fearing to break the king's commandement:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But being poor, and knowing flesh is dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He keeps not one, but many Lents i' th' year.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e311"></a>311. UPON SNEAPE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sneape has a face so brittle, that it breaks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forth into blushes whensoe'er he speaks.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e315"></a>315. UPON LEECH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Leech boasts, he has a pill, that can alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With speed give sick men their salvation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis strange, his father long time has been ill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And credits physic, yet not trusts his pill:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And why? he knows he must of cure despair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who makes the sly physician his heir.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e317"></a>317. TO A MAID.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You say, you love me! that I thus must prove:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It that you lie, then I will swear you love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e326"></a>326. UPON GREEDY. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">An old, old widow Greedy needs would wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not for affection to her or her bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in regard, 'twas often said, this old<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Woman would bring him more than could be told.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He took her; now the jest in this appears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So old she was, that none could tell her years.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e357"></a>357. LONG AND LAZY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That was the proverb. Let my mistress be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lazy to others, but be long to me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e358"></a>358. UPON RALPH. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Curse not the mice, no grist of thine they eat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But curse thy children, they consume thy wheat.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e361"></a>361. UPON MEASE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mease brags of pullets which he eats: but Mease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne'er yet set tooth in stump or rump of these.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e363"></a>363. UPON PASKE, A DRAPER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Paske, though his debt be due upon the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Demands no money by a craving way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For why, says he, all debts and their arrears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have reference to the shoulders, not the ears.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e368"></a>368. UPON PRIGG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prigg, when he comes to houses, oft doth use,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather than fail, to steal from thence old shoes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sound or unsound be they, or rent or whole,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prigg bears away the body and the sole.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e369"></a>369. UPON MOON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Moon is a usurer, whose gain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seldom or never knows a wain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only Moon's conscience, we confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ebbs from pity less and less.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e372"></a>372. UPON SHIFT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shift now has cast his clothes: got all things new;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save but his hat, and that he cannot mew.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Mew</i>, change feathers.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e373"></a>373. UPON CUTS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If wounds in clothes Cuts calls his rags, 'tis clear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His linings are the matter running there.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e374"></a>374. GAIN AND GETTINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When others gain much by the present cast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cobblers' getting time is at the last.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e379"></a>379. UPON DOLL. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Doll, she so soon began the wanton trade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She ne'er remembers that she was a maid.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e380"></a>380. UPON SKREW. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Skrew lives by shifts; yet swears by no small oaths<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all his shifts he cannot shift his clothes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e381"></a>381. UPON LINNET. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Linnet plays rarely on the lute, we know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sweetly sings, but yet his breath says no.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e385"></a>385. UPON GLASS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Glass, out of deep, and out of desp'rate want,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn'd from a Papist here a Predicant.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A vicarage at last Tom Glass got here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just upon five and thirty pounds a year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Add to that thirty-five but five pounds more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll turn a Papist, ranker than before.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e398"></a>398. UPON EELES. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eeles winds and turns, and cheats and steals; yet Eeles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Driving these sharking trades, is out at heels.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e400"></a>400. UPON RASP. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rasp plays at nine-holes; and 'tis known he gets<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a tester by his game and bets:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But of his gettings there's but little sign;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When one hole wastes more than he gets by nine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e401"></a>401. UPON CENTER, A SPECTACLE-MAKER WITH A<br />FLAT NOSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Center is known weak-sighted, and he sells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To others store of helpful spectacles.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why wears he none? Because we may suppose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where leaven wants, there level lies the nose.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e410"></a>410. UPON SKINNS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Skinns, he dined well to-day: how do you think?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His nails they were his meat, his rheum the drink.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e411"></a>411. UPON PIEVISH. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pievish doth boast that he's the very first<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of English poets, and 'tis thought the worst.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e412"></a>412. UPON JOLLY AND JILLY. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jolly and Jilly bite and scratch all day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yet get children (as the neighbours say).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The reason is: though all the day they fight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They cling and close some minutes of the night.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e419"></a>419. UPON PATRICK, A FOOTMAN. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Patrick with his footmanship has done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His eyes and ears strive which should fastest run.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e420"></a>420. UPON BRIDGET. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of four teeth only Bridget was possest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two she spat out, a cough forced out the rest.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e424"></a>424. UPON FLIMSEY. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why walks Nick Flimsey like a malcontent!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it because his money all is spent?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, but because the dingthrift now is poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And knows not where i' th' world to borrow more.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_388">[Pg 388]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e425"></a>425. UPON SHEWBREAD. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Last night thou didst invite me home to eat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And showed me there much plate, but little meat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prithee, when next thou do'st invite, bar state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And give me meat, or give me else thy plate.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e428"></a>428. UPON ROOTS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Roots had no money; yet he went o' the score,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a wrought purse; can any tell wherefore?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, what should Roots do with a purse in print,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That had not gold nor silver to put in't?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e429"></a>429. UPON CRAW.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Craw cracks in sirrop; and does stinking say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who can hold that, my friends, that will away?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e430"></a>430. OBSERVATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who to the north, or south, doth set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His bed, male children shall beget.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e433"></a>433. PUTREFACTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Putrefaction is the end<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all that nature doth intend.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e434"></a>434. PASSION.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Were there not a matter known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There would be no passion.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_389">[Pg 389]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e435"></a>435. JACK AND JILL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since Jack and Jill both wicked be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It seems a wonder unto me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That they, no better do agree.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e436"></a>436. UPON PARSON BEANES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on the seventh, he has his notes to seek.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Six days he hollows so much breath away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That on the seventh, he can nor preach or pray.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e438"></a>438. SHORT AND LONG BOTH LIKES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This lady's short, that mistress she is tall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But long or short, I'm well content with all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e440"></a>440. UPON ROOK. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fie on this pride, this female vanity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus, though the Rook does rail against the sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He loves the gain that vanity brings in.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e456"></a>456. UPON SPUNGE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spunge makes his boasts that he's the only man<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can hold of beer and ale an ocean;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is this his glory? then his triumph's poor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know the tun of Heidleberg holds more.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_390">[Pg 390]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e464"></a>464. UPON ONE WHO SAID SHE WAS ALWAYS<br />YOUNG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You say you're young; but when your teeth are told<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be but three, black-ey'd, we'll think you old.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e465"></a>465. UPON HUNCKS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Huncks has no money, he does swear or say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About him, when the tavern's shot's to pay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If he has none in 's pockets, trust me, Huncks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has none at home in coffers, desks, or trunks.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e476"></a>476. UPON A CHEAP LAUNDRESS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sharply trickles from her either eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The laundresses, they envy her good-luck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who can with so small charges drive the buck.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What needs she fire and ashes to consume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who can scour linens with her own salt rheum?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Drive the buck</i>, wash clothes.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e482"></a>482. UPON SKURF.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All know a fellon eat the tenth away.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Fellon</i>, whitlow.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_391">[Pg 391]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e500"></a>500. UPON JACK AND JILL. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Jill complains to Jack for want of meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jack kisses Jill and bids her freely eat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jill says, Of what? says Jack, On that sweet kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which full of nectar and ambrosia is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The food of poets. So I thought, says Jill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That makes them look so lank, so ghost-like still.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let poets feed on air, or what they will;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me feed full, till that I fart, says Jill.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e503"></a>503. UPON PARRAT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Parrat protests 'tis he, and only he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can teach a man the art of memory:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Believe him not; for he forgot it quite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Being drunk, who 'twas that can'd his ribs last night.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e514"></a>514. KISSING AND BUSSING.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Kissing and bussing differ both in this;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We buss our wantons, but our wives we kiss.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e520"></a>520. UPON MAGGOT, A FREQUENTER OF ORDINARIES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Maggot frequents those houses of good-cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Talks most, eats most, of all the feeders there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He raves through lean, he rages through the fat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(What gets the master of the meal by that?)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He who with talking can devour so much,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How would he eat, were not his hindrance such?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_392">[Pg 392]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e533"></a>533. ON JOAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Joan would go tell her hairs; and well she might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having but seven in all: three black, four white.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e534"></a>534. UPON LETCHER. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Letcher was carted first about the streets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For false position in his neighbour's sheets:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next, hanged for thieving: now the people say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His carting was the prologue to this play.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e535"></a>535. UPON DUNDRIGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dundrige his issue hath; but is not styl'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all his issue, father of one child.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e553"></a>553. WAY IN A CROWD.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once on a Lord Mayor's Day, in Cheapside, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skulls could not well pass through that scum of men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For quick despatch Skulls made no longer stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than but to breathe, and everyone gave way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, as he breathed, the people swore from thence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fart flew out, or a sir-reverence.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Sir-reverence</i>, "save-reverence," the word of apology used for the
+indecency itself.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e557"></a>557. UPON ONE-EY'D BROOMSTED. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Broomsted a lameness got by cold and beer:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to the bath went, to be cured there:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His feet were helped, and left his crutch behind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But home returned, as he went forth, half blind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_393">[Pg 393]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e563"></a>563. UPON SIBILLA.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With paste of almonds, Syb her hands doth scour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then gives it to the children to devour.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In cream she bathes her thighs, more soft than silk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to the poor she freely gives the milk.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e570"></a>570. UPON TOOLY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The eggs of pheasants wry-nosed Tooly sells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ne'er so much as licks the speckled shells:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only, if one prove addled, that he eats<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With superstition, as the cream of meats.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cock and hen he feeds; but not a bone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ever picked, as yet, of anyone.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Superstition</i>, reverence.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e573"></a>573. UPON BLANCH. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have seen many maidens to have hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both for their comely need and some to spare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Blanch has not so much upon her head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to bind up her chaps when she is dead.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e574"></a>574. UPON UMBER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Umber was painting of a lion fierce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, working it, by chance from Umber's erse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flew out a crack, so mighty, that the fart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Umber states, did make his lion start.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_394">[Pg 394]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e579"></a>579. UPON URLES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Urles had the gout so, that he could not stand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then from his feet it shifted to his hand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When 'twas in's feet, his charity was small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now 'tis in's hand, he gives no alms at all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e580"></a>580. UPON FRANCK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Franck ne'er wore silk she swears; but I reply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She now wears silk to hide her blood-shot eye.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e590"></a>590. UPON A FREE MAID, WITH A FOUL BREATH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You say you'll kiss me, and I thank you for it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But stinking breath, I do as hell abhor it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e591"></a>591. UPON COONE. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is the reason Coone so dully smells?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His nose is over-cool'd with icicles.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e596"></a>596. UPON SPALT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of pushes Spalt has such a knotty race,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He needs a tucker for to burl his face.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pushes</i>, pimples.<br />
+
+<i>Tucker</i>, a fuller.<br />
+
+<i>Burl</i>, to remove knots from cloth.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e597"></a>597. OF HORNE, A COMBMAKER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Horne sells to others teeth; but has not one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To grace his own gums, or of box, or bone.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_395">[Pg 395]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e600"></a>600. UPON A SOUR-BREATH LADY. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fie, quoth my lady, what a stink is here?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When 'twas her breath that was the carrionere.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Carrionere</i>, carrion-carrier.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e612"></a>612. UPON COCK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cock calls his wife his Hen: when Cock goes to't,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cock treads his Hen, but treads her underfoot.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e632"></a>632. UPON BRAN. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What made that mirth last night? the neighbours say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Bran the baker did his breech beray:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I rather think, though they may speak the worst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas to his batch, but leaven laid there first.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Beray</i>, befoul.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e633"></a>633. UPON SNARE, AN USURER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Snare, ten i' th' hundred calls his wife; and why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She brings in much by carnal usury.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He by extortion brings in three times more:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, who's the worst, th' exactor or the whore?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e634"></a>634. UPON GRUDGINGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grudgings turns bread to stones, when to the poor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He gives an alms, and chides them from his door.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_396">[Pg 396]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e638"></a>638. UPON GANDER. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since Gander did his pretty youngling wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gander, they say, doth each night piss a-bed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is the cause? Why, Gander will reply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No goose lays good eggs that is trodden dry.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e639"></a>639. UPON LUNGS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lungs, as some say, ne'er sets him down to eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that his breath does fly-blow all the meat.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e650"></a>650. UPON COB. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cob clouts his shoes, and, as the story tells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His thumb nails par'd afford him sparrables.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Sparrables</i>, "sparrow-bills," headless nails.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e652"></a>652. UPON SKOLES. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Skoles stinks so deadly, that his breeches loath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His dampish buttocks furthermore to clothe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloy'd they are up with arse; but hope, one blast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will whirl about, and blow them thence at last.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e661"></a>661. UPON JONE AND JANE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jone is a wench that's painted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jone is a girl that's tainted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Yet Jone she goes<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Like one of those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whom purity had sainted.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_397">[Pg 397]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jane is a girl that's pretty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jane is a wench that's witty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Yet who would think,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Her breath does stink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As so it doth? that's pity.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e668"></a>668. UPON ZELOT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is Zelot pure? he is: yet! see he wears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sign of circumcision in his ears.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e670"></a>670. UPON MADAM URSLY. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For ropes of pearl, first Madam Ursly shows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A chain of corns picked from her ears and toes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, next, to match Tradescant's curious shells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nails from her fingers mew'd she shows: what else?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why then, forsooth, a carcanet is shown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of teeth, as deaf as nuts, and all her own.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Tradescant</i>, a collector of curiosities. See <a href="#2.n670ii">Note</a>.<br />
+
+<i>Mew'd</i>, moulted.<br />
+
+<i>Deaf as nuts.</i> <i>Cf.</i> De Quincey, "a deaf nut offering no kernel."</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e705"></a>705. UPON TRIGG. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trigg having turn'd his suit, he struts in state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tells the world he's now regenerate.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_398">[Pg 398]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e706"></a>706. UPON SMEATON.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How could Luke Smeaton wear a shoe, or boot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who two-and-thirty corns had on a foot.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e714"></a>714. LAXARE FIBULAM.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem15"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To loose the button is no less,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to cast off all bashfulness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e730"></a>730. UPON FRANCK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Franck would go scour her teeth; and setting to 't<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twice two fell out, all rotten at the root.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e733"></a>733. UPON PAUL. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Paul's hands do give; what give they, bread or meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or money? no, but only dew and sweat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As stones and salt gloves use to give, even so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paul's hands do give, nought else for ought we know.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e734"></a>734. UPON SIBB. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sibb, when she saw her face how hard it was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For anger spat on thee, her looking-glass:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But weep not, crystal; for the same was meant<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not unto thee, but that thou didst present.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_399">[Pg 399]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e755"></a>755. UPON SLOUCH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Slouch he packs up, and goes to several fairs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And weekly markets for to sell his wares:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meantime that he from place to place does roam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wife her own ware sells as fast at home.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e797"></a>797. UPON BICE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bice laughs, when no man speaks; and doth protest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is his own breech there that breaks the jest.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e798"></a>798. UPON TRENCHERMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tom shifts the trenchers; yet he never can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Endure that lukewarm name of serving-man:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Serve or not serve, let Tom do what he can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is a serving, who's a trencher-man.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e801"></a>801. UPON COMELY, A GOOD SPEAKER BUT AN<br />ILL SINGER. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Comely acts well; and when he speaks his part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He doth it with the sweetest tones of art:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when he sings a psalm, there's none can be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More curs'd for singing out of tune than he.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e802"></a>802. ANY WAY FOR WEALTH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">E'en all religious courses to be rich<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hath been rehers'd by Joel Michelditch:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now perceiving that it still does please<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sterner fates, to cross his purposes;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_400">[Pg 400]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He tacks about, and now he doth profess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rich he will be by all unrighteousness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus if our ship fails of her anchor hold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll love the divel, so he lands the gold.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e803"></a>803. UPON AN OLD WOMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old Widow Prouse, to do her neighbours evil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would give, some say, her soul unto the devil.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, when she's kill'd that pig, goose, cock, or hen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What would she give to get that soul again?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e804"></a>804. UPON PEARCH. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou writes in prose how sweet all virgins be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But there's not one, doth praise the smell of thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e818"></a>818. UPON LOACH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seal'd up with night-gum, Loach each morning lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till his wife licking, so unglues his eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No question then, but such a lick is sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a warm tongue does with such ambers meet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e824"></a>824. UPON NODES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wherever Nodes does in the summer come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He prays his harvest may be well brought home.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What store of corn has careful Nodes, think you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose field his foot is, and whose barn his shoe?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_401">[Pg 401]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e831"></a>831. UPON TAP.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tap, better known than trusted, as we hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sold his old mother's spectacles for beer:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And not unlikely; rather too than fail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll sell her eyes, and nose, for beer and ale.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e834"></a>834. UPON PUNCHIN. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give me a reason why men call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Punchin a dry plant-animal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because as plants by water grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Punchin by beer and ale spreads so.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e836"></a>836. UPON BLINKS. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tom Blinks his nose is full of weals, and these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tom calls not pimples, but pimpleides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes, in mirth, he says each whelk's a spark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When drunk with beer, to light him home i' th' dark.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e837"></a>837. UPON ADAM PEAPES. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Peapes he does strut, and pick his teeth, as if<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His jaws had tir'd on some large chine of beef.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But nothing so: the dinner Adam had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was cheese full ripe with tears, with bread as sad.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Sad</i>, heavy: "watery cheese and ill-baked bread".</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_402">[Pg 402]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e844"></a>844. HANCH, A SCHOOLMASTER. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hanch, since he lately did inter his wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He weeps and sighs, as weary of his life.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, is't for real grief he mourns? not so;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tears have their springs from joy, as well as woe.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e845"></a>845. UPON PEASON. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Long locks of late our zealot Peason wears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not for to hide his high and mighty ears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, but because he would not have it seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That stubble stands where once large ears have been.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e880"></a>880. KISSES LOATHSOME.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I abhor the slimy kiss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which to me most loathsome is.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those lips please me which are placed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close, but not too strictly laced:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yielding I would have them; yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not a wimbling tongue admit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What should poking-sticks make there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the ruffe is set elswhere?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e881"></a>881. UPON REAPE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Reape's eyes so raw are that, it seems, the flies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mistake the flesh, and fly-blow both his eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that an angler, for a day's expense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May bait his hook with maggots taken thence.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_403">[Pg 403]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e882"></a>882. UPON TEAGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Truth, yet Teage's truths are untruths, nothing else.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e884"></a>884. UPON TRUGGIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Truggin now lives but to belie his name.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e886"></a>886. UPON SPENKE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not out of want of breath, but want of faith.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e888"></a>888. UPON LULLS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By his proboscis that he is all nose.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e897"></a>897. SURFEITS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That surfeit took by bread the worst of all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e898"></a>898. UPON NIS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Serve but for matter to make paper kites.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_404">[Pg 404]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e905"></a>905. UPON PRICKLES. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For bread, drink, butter, cheese; for everything<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Prickles buys puts Prickles out of frame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How well his nature's fitted to his name!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e945"></a>945. UPON BLISSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e946"></a>946. UPON BURR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Burr is a smell-feast, and a man alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, where meat is, will be a hanger on.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e947"></a>947. UPON MEG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, this night harden'd, sodders up her nose.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Pose</i>, rheum, cold in the head.</p>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e961"></a>961. UPON RALPH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In sev'rall tills and boxes, keeps 'em safe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instead of hartshorn, if he speaks the troth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make a lusty-jelly for his broth.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_405">[Pg 405]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e966"></a>966. UPON VINEGAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Vinegar is no other, I define,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than the dead corps, or carcase of the wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e967"></a>967. UPON MUDGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mudge every morning to the postern comes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His teeth all out, to rinse and wash his gums.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e971"></a>971. UPON LUPES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lupes for the outside of his suit has paid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for his heart, he cannot have it made;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The reason is, his credit cannot get<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The inward garbage for his clothes as yet.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e972"></a>972. RAGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the base dregs and lees of vestiments?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e974"></a>974. UPON TUBBS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For thirty years Tubbs has been proud and poor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis now his habit, which he can't give o'er.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e984"></a>984. UPON SPOKES.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing he loves on't but the chaps and ears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But carve to him the fat flanks, and he shall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rid these, and those, and part by part eat all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_406">[Pg 406]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e988"></a>988. UPON FAUNUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We read how Faunus, he the shepherds' god,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wife to death whipped with a myrtle rod.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rod, perhaps, was better'd by the name;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But had it been of birch, the death's the same.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e989"></a>989. THE QUINTELL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up with the quintell, that the rout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May fart for joy, as well as shout:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Either's welcome, stink or civit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If we take it, as they give it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e999"></a>999. UPON PENNY.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brown bread Tom Penny eats, and must of right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because his stock will not hold out for white.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1013"></a>1013. UPON BUGGINS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Buggins is drunk all night, all day he sleeps;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is the level-coil that Buggins keeps.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1027"></a>1027. UPON BOREMAN. EPIG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem30"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Boreman takes toll, cheats, natters, lies; yet Boreman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all the devil helps, will be a poor man.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_407">[Pg 407]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1068"></a>1068. UPON GORGONIUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Unto Pastillus rank Gorgonius came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have a tooth twitched out of's native frame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drawn was his tooth, but stank so, that some say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The barber stopped his nose, and ran away.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1079"></a>1079. UPON GRUBS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grubs loves his wife and children, while that they<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can live by love, or else grow fat by play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when they call or cry on Grubs for meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instead of bread Grubs gives them stones to eat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He raves, he rends, and while he thus doth tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wife and children fast to death for fear.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1080"></a>1080. UPON DOLL.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No question but Doll's cheeks would soon roast dry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were they not basted by her either eye.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1081"></a>1081. UPON HOG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hog has a place i' the' kitchen, and his share,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flimsy livers and blue gizzards are.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1087"></a>1087. UPON GUT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make him thus swell, or windy cabbages.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_408">[Pg 408]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1101"></a>1101. UPON SPUR.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spur jingles now, and swears by no mean oaths,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's double honour'd, since he's got gay clothes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most like his suit, and all commend the trim;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus they praise the sumpter, but not him:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to the goddess, people did confer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worship, and not to th' ass that carried her.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1108"></a>1108. UPON RUMP.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rump is a turn-broach, yet he seldom can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Steal a swoln sop out of a dripping-pan.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1109"></a>1109. UPON SHOPTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old Widow Shopter, whensoe'er she cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lets drip a certain gravy from her eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1110"></a>1110. UPON DEB.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If felt and heard, unseen, thou dost me please;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If seen, thou lik'st me, Deb, in none of these.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1112"></a>1112. UPON CROOT.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One silver spoon shines in the house of Croot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who cannot buy or steal a second to't.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_409">[Pg 409]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1114"></a>1114. UPON FLOOD OR A THANKFUL MAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Flood, if he has for him and his a bit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He says his fore and after grace for it:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If meat he wants, then grace he says to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His hungry belly borne on legs jail-free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus have, or have not, all alike is good<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To this our poor yet ever patient Flood.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1115"></a>1115. UPON PIMP.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Pimp's feet sweat, as they do often use,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There springs a soap-like lather in his shoes.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1116"></a>1116. UPON LUSK.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In Den'shire Kersey Lusk, when he was dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would shrouded be and therewith buried.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When his assigns asked him the reason why,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said, because he got his wealth thereby.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1117"></a>1117. FOOLISHNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In's Tusc'lans, Tully doth confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No plague there's like to foolishness.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1118"></a>1118. UPON RUSH.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem25"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rush saves his shoes in wet and snowy weather;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fears in summer to wear out the leather;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is strong thrift that wary Rush doth use<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Summer and winter still to save his shoes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_410">[Pg 410]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="2.e1124"></a>1124. THE HAG.</h3>
+
+<div class="cpoem20"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The staff is now greas'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And very well pleas'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She cocks out her arse at the parting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To an old ram goat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That rattles i' th' throat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half-choked with the stink of her farting.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">In a dirty hair-lace<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She leads on a brace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of black boar-cats to attend her:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who scratch at the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And threaten at noon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of night from heaven for to rend her.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">A-hunting she goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A cracked horn she blows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which the hounds fall a-bounding;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While th' moon in her sphere<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Peeps trembling for fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And night's afraid of the sounding.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<p class="foot"><i>Lace</i>, leash.<br />
+
+<i>Boar-cat</i>, tom-cat.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_411">[Pg 411]</a></span></p>
+<h2>NOTES TO APPENDIX.</h2>
+
+
+<p><a href="#2.e64">64</a>. <i>To him that has, etc.</i> The quotation is not
+from the Bible, but from Martial, v. 81:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Semper pauper eris, si pauper es, Aemiliane.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dantur opes nulli nunc nisi divitibus."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Cp. also Davison's Poet. Rhap., i. 95. Ed. Bullen.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e126">126</a>. <i>Upon Scobble.</i> Dr. Grosart quotes an Ellis
+Scobble [<i>i.e.</i>, Scobell], baptised at Dean Priory in
+1632, and Jeffery Scobble buried in 1654.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e200">200</a>. <i>Upon Gubbs.</i> Printed in <i>Witts Recreations</i>,
+1650, without alteration. To save repetition we may
+give here a list of the other Epigrams in this Appendix
+which are printed in <i>Witt's Recreations</i>,
+reserving variations of reading for special notes:&mdash;<a href="#2.e206">206</a>,
+<i>Upon Bounce</i>; <a href="#2.e239">239</a>, <i>Upon Guess</i>; <a href="#2.e311">311</a>, <i>Upon
+Sneap</i>; <a href="#2.e357">357</a>, <i>Long and Lazy</i>; <a href="#2.e379">379</a>, <i>Upon Doll</i>;
+<a href="#2.e380">380</a>, <i>Upon Screw</i>; <a href="#2.e381">381</a>, <i>Upon Linnit</i>; <a href="#2.e400">400</a>, <i>Upon
+Rasp</i>; <a href="#2.e410">410</a>, <i>Upon Skinns</i>; <a href="#2.e429">429</a>, <i>Upon Craw</i>; <a href="#2.e435">435</a>,
+<i>Jack and Jill</i>; <a href="#2.e574">574</a>, <i>Upon Umber</i>; <a href="#2.e639">639</a>, <i>Upon
+Lungs</i>; <a href="#2.e650">650</a>, <i>Upon Cob</i>; <a href="#2.e652">652</a>, <i>Upon Skoles</i>; <a href="#2.e668">668</a>,
+<i>Upon Zelot</i>; <a href="#2.e705">705</a>, <i>Upon Trigg</i>; <a href="#2.e797">797</a>, <i>Upon Bice</i>;
+<a href="#2.e798">798</a>, <i>Upon Trencherman</i>; <a href="#2.e834">834</a>, <i>Upon Punchin</i>; <a href="#2.e888">888</a>,
+<i>Upon Lulls</i>; <a href="#2.e1027">1027</a>, <i>Upon Boreman</i>; <a href="#2.e1087">1087</a>, <i>Upon
+Gut</i>; <a href="#2.e1108">1108</a>, <i>Upon Rump</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_412">[Pg 412]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e305">305</a>. <i>Fearing to break the king's commandement.</i>
+In 1608 there was issued a proclamation containing
+"Orders conceived by the Lords of his Maiestie's
+Privie Counsell and by his Highnesse speciall direction,
+commanded to be put in execution for the restraint
+of killing and eating of flesh the next Lent".
+This was re-issued ten years later (there is no intermediate
+issue at the British Museum), and from 1619
+onwards became annual under James and Charles in
+the form of "A proclamation for restraint of killing,
+dressing, and eating of Flesh in Lent, or on Fish
+dayes, appointed by the Law, to be hereafter strictly
+observed by all sorts of people".</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e420">420</a>. <i>Upon Bridget</i>. Loss of teeth is the occasion
+of more than one of Martial's epigrams.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e456">456</a>. <i>The tun of Heidelberg</i>: in the cellar under
+the castle at Heidelberg is a great cask supposed to
+be able to hold 50,000 gallons.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e574">574</a>. <i>As Umber states</i>: "as Umber <i>swears</i>".&mdash;W. R.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e639">639</a>. <i>His breath does fly-blow</i>: "doth" for
+"does".&mdash;W. R.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e652">652</a>. <i>One blast</i>: "and" for "one".&mdash;W. R.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e668">668</a>. <i>Yet! see</i>: "ye see".&mdash;W. R.</p>
+
+<p><a name="2.n670ii"></a><a href="#2.e670">670</a>. <i>Tradescant's curious shells</i>: John Tradescant
+was a Dutchman, born towards the close of the
+sixteenth century. He was appointed gardener to
+Charles II. in 1629, and he and his son naturalised
+many rare plants in England. Besides botanical
+specimens he collected all sorts of curiosities, and
+opened a museum which he called "Tradescant's
+Ark". In 1656, four years after his death, his son<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_413">[Pg 413]</a></span>
+published a catalogue of the collection under the
+title, "Museum Tradescantianum: or, a collection
+of rarities preserved at South Lambeth, near London,
+by John Tradescant". After the son's death
+the collection passed into the hands of Ashmole,
+and became the nucleus of the present Ashmolean
+Museum at Oxford.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#2.e802">802</a>. <i>Any way for Wealth.</i> A variation on
+Horace's theme: "Rem facias, rem, si possis, recte,
+si non quocunque modo, rem". 1 Epist. i. 66.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Portrait of a Woman</i>: I subjoin here the
+four passages found in manuscript versions of this
+poem, alluded to in the previous note. As said
+before, they do not improve the poem. After l. 45,
+"Bearing aloft this rich round world of wonder,"
+we have these four lines:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In which the veins implanted seem to lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like loving vines hid under ivory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So full of claret, that whoso pricks this vine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May see it spout forth streams like muscadine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Twelve lines later, after "Riphean snow," comes a
+longer passage:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or else that she in that white waxen hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hath seal'd the primrose of her utmost skill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now my muse hath spied a dark descent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From this so precious, pearly, permanent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A milky highway that direction yields<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the port-mouth of the Elysian fields:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A place desired of all, but got by these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom love admits to the Hesperides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's golden fruit, that doth exceed all price,<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_414">[Pg 414]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Growing in this love-guarded paradise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above the entrance there is written this:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is the portal to the bower of bliss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through midst whereof a crystal stream there flows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passing the sweet sweet of a musky rose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With plump, soft flesh, of metal pure and fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Resembling shields, both pure and crystalline.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hence rise those two ambitious hills that look<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into th' middle, sweet, sight-stealing crook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which for the better beautifying shrouds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its humble self 'twixt two aspiring clouds<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The third addition is four lines from the end, after
+"with a pearly shell":</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Richer than that fair, precious, virtuous horn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That arms the forehead of the unicorn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The last four lines are joined on at the end of all:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Unto the idol of the work divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I consecrate this loving life of mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bowing my lips unto that stately root<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where beauty springs; and thus I kiss her foot.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_415">[Pg 415]</a></span></p>
+<h2>INDEX OF FIRST LINES.</h2>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>An old, old widow, Greedy needs would wed, <a href="#2.Page_383">383</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call, <a href="#2.Page_403">403</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bar close as you can, and bolt fast too your door, <a href="#2.Page_380">380</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Batt he gets children, not for love to rear 'em, <a href="#2.Page_379">379</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bice laughs, when no man speaks; and doth protest, <a href="#2.Page_399">399</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Blanch swears her husband's lovely; when a scald, <a href="#2.Page_376">376</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee, <a href="#2.Page_404">404</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Boreman takes toll, cheats, flatters, lies! yet Boreman, <a href="#2.Page_406">406</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Broomsted a lameness got by cold and beer, <a href="#2.Page_392">392</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Brown bread Tom Pennie eats, and must of right, <a href="#2.Page_406">406</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Buggins is drunk all night, all day he sleeps, <a href="#2.Page_406">406</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Bungy does fast; looks pale; puts sackcloth on, <a href="#2.Page_382">382</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Burr is a smell-feast, and a man alone, <a href="#2.Page_404">404</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Center is known weak sighted, and he sells, <a href="#2.Page_386">386</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Cob clouts his shoes, and as the story tells, <a href="#2.Page_396">396</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Cock calls his wife his hen; when cock goes to 't, <a href="#2.Page_395">395</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Comely acts well; and when he speaks his part, <a href="#2.Page_399">399</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Craw cracks in sirrop; and does stinking say, <a href="#2.Page_388">388</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Crooked you are, but that dislikes not me, <a href="#2.Page_381">381</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Cuffe comes to church much; but he keeps his bed, <a href="#2.Page_377">377</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Curse not the mice, no grist of thine they eat, <a href="#2.Page_384">384</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Dunridge his issue hath; but is not styl'd, <a href="#2.Page_392">392</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Doll, she so soon began the wanton trade, <a href="#2.Page_385">385</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_416">[Pg 416]</a></span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>E'en all religious courses to be rich, <a href="#2.Page_399">399</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Eeles winds and turns, and cheats and steals; yet Eeles, <a href="#2.Page_386">386</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie, <a href="#2.Page_390">390</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fie, quoth my lady, what a stink is here, <a href="#2.Page_395">395</a>.</li>
+
+<li>First, Jolly's wife is lame; then next loose-hip'd, <a href="#2.Page_378">378</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Flood, if he has for him and his a bit, <a href="#2.Page_409">409</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Fone says, those mighty whiskers he does wear, <a href="#2.Page_377">377</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For ropes of pearl, first Madam Ursly shows, <a href="#2.Page_397">397</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For second course, last night a custard came, <a href="#2.Page_378">378</a>.</li>
+
+<li>For thirty years Tubbs has been proud and poor, <a href="#2.Page_405">405</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Franck ne'er wore silk she swears; but I reply, <a href="#2.Page_394">394</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Franck would go scour her teeth; and setting to 't, <a href="#2.Page_398">398</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Give me a reason why men call, <a href="#2.Page_401">401</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard, <a href="#2.Page_376">376</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Glasco had none, but now some teeth has got, <a href="#2.Page_377">377</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Glass, out of deep, and out of desp'rate want, <a href="#2.Page_386">386</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Groynes, for his fleshly burglary of late, <a href="#2.Page_381">381</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Grubs loves his wife and children, while that they, <a href="#2.Page_407">407</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Grudgings turns bread to stones, when to the poor, <a href="#2.Page_395">395</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Gryll eats, but ne'er says grace: to speak the truth, <a href="#2.Page_378">378</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Gubbs calls his children kitlings: and would bound, <a href="#2.Page_380">380</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Guess cuts his shoes, and limping, goes about, <a href="#2.Page_381">381</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Hanch, since he lately did inter his wife, <a href="#2.Page_402">402</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Hog has a place i' th' kitchen, and his share, <a href="#2.Page_407">407</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Horne sells to others teeth; but has not one, <a href="#2.Page_394">394</a>.</li>
+
+<li>How could Luke Smeaton wear a shoe or boot, <a href="#2.Page_398">398</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Huncks has no money, he does swear or say, <a href="#2.Page_390">390</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>I abhor the slimy kiss, <a href="#2.Page_402">402</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I dream't this mortal part of mine, <a href="#2.Page_375">375</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If felt and heard, unseen, thou dost me please, <a href="#2.Page_408">408</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_417">[Pg 417]</a></span>If thou dislik'st the piece thou light'st on first, <a href="#2.Page_375">375</a>.</li>
+
+<li>If wounds in clothes, Cuts calls his rags, 'tis clear, <a href="#2.Page_385">385</a>.</li>
+
+<li>I have seen many maidens to have hair, <a href="#2.Page_393">393</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In Den'shire Kersey Lusk when he was dead, <a href="#2.Page_409">409</a>.</li>
+
+<li>In's Tusc'lans, Tully doth confess, <a href="#2.Page_409">409</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Is Zelot pure? he is: yet, see he wears, <a href="#2.Page_397">397</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Jone is a wench that's painted, <a href="#2.Page_396">396</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Joan would go tell her hairs; and well she might, <a href="#2.Page_392">392</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Jolly and Jilly bite and scratch all day, <a href="#2.Page_387">387</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Kissing and bussing differ both in this, <a href="#2.Page_391">391</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Last night thou didst invite me home to eat, <a href="#2.Page_388">388</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Letcher was carted first about the streets, <a href="#2.Page_392">392</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Linnet plays rarely on the lute, we know, <a href="#2.Page_385">385</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Long locks of late our zealot Peason wears, <a href="#2.Page_402">402</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Leech boasts he has a pill, that can alone, <a href="#2.Page_383">383</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Luggs, by the condemnation of the bench, <a href="#2.Page_378">378</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose, <a href="#2.Page_403">403</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lungs, as some say, ne'er sets him down to eat, <a href="#2.Page_396">396</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Lupes for the outside of his suit has paid, <a href="#2.Page_405">405</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Maggot frequents those houses of good cheer, <a href="#2.Page_391">391</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Mease brags of pullets which he eats; but Mease, <a href="#2.Page_384">384</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose, <a href="#2.Page_404">404</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Money thou ow'st me; prethee fix a day, <a href="#2.Page_380">380</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Moon is a usurer, whose gain, <a href="#2.Page_384">384</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Much-more provides and hoards up like an ant, <a href="#2.Page_379">379</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Mudge every morning to the postern comes, <a href="#2.Page_405">405</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes, <a href="#2.Page_403">403</a>.</li>
+
+<li>No question but Doll's cheeks would soon roast dry, <a href="#2.Page_407">407</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Now Patrick with his footmanship has done, <a href="#2.Page_387">387</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Of flanks and chines of beef doth Gorrell boast, <a href="#2.Page_380">380</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Of four teeth only Bridget was possest, <a href="#2.Page_387">387</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_418">[Pg 418]</a></span>Of pushes Spalt has such a knotty race, <a href="#2.Page_394">394</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week, <a href="#2.Page_389">389</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Old Widow Prouse, to do her neighbours evil, <a href="#2.Page_400">400</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Old Widow Shopter, whensoe'er she cries, <a href="#2.Page_408">408</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Once on a Lord Mayor's day, in Cheapside, when, <a href="#2.Page_392">392</a>.</li>
+
+<li>One silver spoon shines in the house of Croot, <a href="#2.Page_408">408</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Pagget, a schoolboy, got a sword, and then, <a href="#2.Page_378">378</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Parrat protests, 'tis he, and only he, <a href="#2.Page_401">401</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Paske, though his debt be one upon the day, <a href="#2.Page_384">384</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Paul's hands do give; what give they, bread or meat, <a href="#2.Page_398">398</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Peapes, he does strut, and pick his teeth, as if, <a href="#2.Page_401">401</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Pievish doth boast that he's the very first, <a href="#2.Page_387">387</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting, <a href="#2.Page_404">404</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Prigg, when he comes to houses oft doth use, <a href="#2.Page_384">384</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Prig now drinks water, who before drank beer, <a href="#2.Page_379">379</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Putrefaction is the end, <a href="#2.Page_388">388</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph, <a href="#2.Page_404">404</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rasp plays at nine-holes; and 'tis known he gets, <a href="#2.Page_386">386</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Reape's eyes so raw are that, it seems, the flies, <a href="#2.Page_402">402</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry, <a href="#2.Page_389">389</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Root's had no money; yet he went o' the score, <a href="#2.Page_388">388</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rump is a turn-broach, yet he seldom can, <a href="#2.Page_408">408</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Rush saves his shoes in wet and snowy weather, <a href="#2.Page_409">409</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease, <a href="#2.Page_407">407</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries, <a href="#2.Page_377">377</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Seal'd up with night-gum Loach, each morning lies, <a href="#2.Page_400">400</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shark when he goes to any public feast, <a href="#2.Page_382">382</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Shift now has cast his clothes: got all things new, <a href="#2.Page_385">385</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sibb, when she saw her face how hard it was, <a href="#2.Page_398">398</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Since Gander did his pretty youngling wed, <a href="#2.Page_396">396</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Since Jack and Jill both wicked be, <a href="#2.Page_389">389</a>.</li>
+
+<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_419">[Pg 419]</a></span>Skinns, he dined well to-day; how do you think, <a href="#2.Page_386">386</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Skoles stinks so deadly, that his breeches loath, <a href="#2.Page_396">396</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Skrew lives by shifts; yet swears by no small oaths, <a href="#2.Page_385">385</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may, <a href="#2.Page_390">390</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Slouch he packs up, and goes to several fairs, <a href="#2.Page_399">399</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Snare, ten i' th' hundred calls his wife; and why? <a href="#2.Page_395">395</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sneape has a face so brittle that it breaks, <a href="#2.Page_383">383</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith, <a href="#2.Page_403">403</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears, <a href="#2.Page_405">405</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Spunge makes his boasts that he's the only man, <a href="#2.Page_389">389</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Spur jingles now, and swears by no mean oaths, <a href="#2.Page_408">408</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Strutt, once a foreman of a shop we knew, <a href="#2.Page_378">378</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Sudds launders bands in piss, and starches them, <a href="#2.Page_381">381</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Tap, better known than trusted as we hear, <a href="#2.Page_401">401</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells, <a href="#2.Page_403">403</a>.</li>
+
+<li>That was the proverb. Let my mistress be, <a href="#2.Page_383">383</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The eggs of pheasants wry-nosed Tooly sells, <a href="#2.Page_393">393</a>.</li>
+
+<li>The staff is now greas'd, <a href="#2.Page_410">410</a>.</li>
+
+<li>This lady's short, that mistress she is tall, <a href="#2.Page_389">389</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado, <a href="#2.Page_382">382</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To loose the button is no less, <a href="#2.Page_398">398</a>.</li>
+
+<li>To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see, <a href="#2.Page_381">381</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Thou writes in prose how sweet all virgins be, <a href="#2.Page_400">400</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tom Blinks his nose is full of weals, and these, <a href="#2.Page_401">401</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Tom shifts the trenchers; yet he never can, <a href="#2.Page_399">399</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Trigg, having turn'd his suit, he struts in state, <a href="#2.Page_397">397</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame, <a href="#2.Page_403">403</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Umber was painting of a lion fierce, <a href="#2.Page_393">393</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Unto Pastillus rank Gorgonius came, <a href="#2.Page_407">407</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Up with the quintell, that the rout, <a href="#2.Page_406">406</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Urles had the gout so, that he could not stand, <a href="#2.Page_394">394</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Vinegar is no other, I define, <a href="#2.Page_405">405</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li><span class='pagenum'><a name="2.Page_420">[Pg 420]</a></span>We read how Faunus, he the shepherds' god, <a href="#2.Page_406">406</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Were there not a matter known, <a href="#2.Page_388">388</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents, <a href="#2.Page_405">405</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What is the reason Coone so dully smells, <a href="#2.Page_394">394</a>.</li>
+
+<li>What made that mirth last night, the neighbours say, <a href="#2.Page_395">395</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When Jill complains to Jack for want of meat, <a href="#2.Page_391">391</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When others gain much by the present cast, <a href="#2.Page_385">385</a>.</li>
+
+<li>When Pimp's feet sweat, as they do often use, <a href="#2.Page_409">409</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wherever Nodes does in the summer come, <a href="#2.Page_400">400</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who to the north, or south, doth set, <a href="#2.Page_388">388</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need, <a href="#2.Page_375">375</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Why walks Nick Flimsey like a malcontent! <a href="#2.Page_387">387</a>.</li>
+
+<li>Wither'd with years, bed-rid Mamma lies, <a href="#2.Page_380">380</a>.</li>
+
+<li>With paste of almonds, Syb her hands doth scour, <a href="#2.Page_393">393</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text, <a href="#2.Page_382">382</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You say, you love me; that I thus must prove, <a href="#2.Page_383">383</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You say you're young; but when your teeth are told, <a href="#2.Page_390">390</a>.</li>
+
+<li>You say you'll kiss me, and I thank you for it, <a href="#2.Page_394">394</a>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="trans2"><p class="ooh"><a name="2.Transcribers_Endnotes"></a>Transcriber's Endnotes</p>
+
+
+<p><b>Numeration Errors in the Hesperides:</b></p>
+
+<p>Without an obvious solution to a discrepancy the numbers remain as
+originally printed, however the following alterations have been made
+to ensure any details in the <a href="#2.NOTES">NOTES</a> section apply to the relevant
+poem.</p>
+
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_290">290</a>. Note to 923. "924" changed to <i>923</i>.
+<ul><li>"923. <i>Revenge</i>. Tacitus, <i>Hist</i>. iv."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_295">295</a>. Note to 967. "726" changed to <i>724</i>.
+<ul><li>"967. <i>Upon his spaniel, Tracy.</i> Cp. <i>supra</i>, 724."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_297">297</a>. Note to 1035. "664" changed to <i>662</i>.
+<ul><li>"... writing to Endymion Porter (662), and earlier ..."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_298">298</a>. Note to 1045. "406" changed to <i>405</i>.
+<ul><li>"... Herrick addressed the poem (405) ..."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+
+<p><b>Typographical Errors:</b></p>
+
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_177">177</a>. 33. AN ODE OF THE BIRTH.... "disposses" corrected to <i>dispossess</i>.
+<ul><li>"And as we dispossess Thee ..."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_318">318</a>. Appendix I. "arious" corrected to <i>various</i>.
+<ul><li>"... all the various articles spread throughout ..."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_379">379</a>. 199. UPON LUGG. "LUGG" corrected to <i>LUGGS</i>.
+<ul><li>"199. UPON LUGGS."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+<ul><li>Page <a href="#2.Page_382">382</a>. 277. LAUGH AND DIE DOWN. "DIE" corrected to <i>LIE</i>.
+<ul><li>"277. LAUGH AND LIE DOWN."</li></ul></li></ul>
+
+</div>
+
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