Short Poems

Let me sleep this night away,
Till the Dawning of the day:
Then at th'opening of mine eyes,
I, and all the world shall rise.

Out of the world he must, who once comes in:
No man exempted is from Death, or sinne.

Let Kings and Rulers, learne this line from me;
Where power is weake, unsafe is Majestie.

And as time past when Cato the Severe
Entred the circumspacious Theater;
In reverence of his person, every one
Stood as he had been turn'd from flesh to stone:
E'ne so my numbers will astonisht be
If but lookt on; struck dead, if scan'd by Thee.

As thou deserv'st, be proud; then gladly let
The Muse give thee the Delphick Coronet.

If Accusation onely can draw blood,
None shall be guiltlesse, be he ne'r so good.

Upon his taking of Leicester

This Day is Yours Great Charles! and in this War
Your Fate, and Ours, alike Victorious are.
In her white Stole; now Victory do's rest
Enspher'd with Palm on Your Triumphant Crest.
Fortune is now Your Captive; other Kings
Hold but her hands; You hold both hands and wings.

When I consider (Dearest) thou dost stay
But here awhile, to languish and decay;
Like to these Garden-glories, which here be
The Flowrie-sweet resemblances of Thee:
With griefe of heart, methinks, I thus doe cry,
Wo'd thou hast ne'r been born, or might'st not die.

Comely Acts well; and when he speaks his part,
He doth it with the sweetest tones of Art:
But when he sings a Psalme, ther's none can be
More curst for singing out of tune then he.

Give me the food that satisfies a Guest:
Kisses are but dry banquets to a Feast.