Short Poems

Despaire takes heart, when ther's no hope to speed:
The Coward then takes Armes, and do's the deed.

Live by thy Muse thou shalt; when others die
Leaving no Fame to long Posterity:
When Monarchies trans-shifted are, and gone;
Here shall endure thy vast Dominion.

Sweet are my Julia's lips and cleane,
As if or'e washt in Hippocrene.

I am zeallesse, prethee pray
For my well-fare (Julia)
For I thinke the gods require
Male perfumes, but Female fire.

Peapes he do's strut, and pick his Teeth, as if
His jawes had tir'd on some large Chine of Beefe.
But nothing so; The Dinner Adam had,
Was cheese full ripe with Teares, with Bread as sad.

As is your name, so is your comely face,
Toucht every where with such diffused grace,
As that in all that admirable round,
There is not one least solecisme found;
And as that part, so every portion else,
Keepes line for line with Beauties Parallels.

Men must have Bounds how farre to walke; for we
Are made farre worse, by lawless liberty.

We read how Faunus, he the shepheards God,
His wife to death whipt with a Mirtle Rod.
The Rod (perhaps) was better'd by the name;
But had it been of Birch, the death's the same.

Case is a Lawyer, that near pleads alone,
But when he hears the like confusion,
As when the disagreeing Commons throw
About their House, their clamorous I, or No:
Then Case, as loud as any Serjant there,
Cries out (my Lord, my Lord) the Case is clear:
But when all's husht, Case then a fish more mute,
Bestirs his Hand, but starves in hand the Suite.

Holy waters hither bring
For the sacred sprinkling:
Baptize me and thee, and so
Let us to the Altar go.
And (ere we our rites commence)
Wash our hands in innocence.
Then I'le be the Rex Sacrorum,
Thou the Queen of Peace and Quorum.