Short Poems

For one so rarely tun'd to fit all parts;
For one to whom espous'd are all the Arts;
Long have I sought for: but co'd never see
Them all concenter'd in one man, but Thee.
Thus, thou, that man art, whom the Fates conspir'd
To make but One (and that's thy selfe) admir'd.

Each must, in vertue, strive for to excell;
That man lives twice, that lives the first life well.

When Julia blushes, she do's show
Cheeks like to Roses, when they blow.

Shark, when he goes to any publick feast,
Eates to ones thinking, of all there, the least.
What saves the master of the House thereby?
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide Codpeece, (dinner being done)
Two Napkins cram'd up, and a silver Spoone.

To paint the Fiend, Pink would the Devill see;
And so he may, if he'll be rul'd by me:
Let but Pink's face i'th'Looking-glasse be showne,
And Pink may paint the Devill's by his owne.

That Prince takes soone enough the Victors roome,
Who first provides, not to be overcome.

If when these Lyricks (Cesar) You shall heare,
And that Apollo shall so touch Your eare,
As for to make this, that, or any one
Number, Your owne, by free Adoption;
That Verse, of all the Verses here, shall be
The Heire to This great Realme of Poetry.

Groynes, for his fleshly Burglary of late,
Stood in the Holy-Forum Candidate:
The word is Roman; but in English knowne:
Penance, and standing so, are both but one.

Thy former coming was to cure
My soules most desp'rate Calenture;
Thy second Advent, that must be
To heale my Earths infirmitie.

God, who me gives a will for to repent,
Will add a power, to keep me innocent;
That I shall ne're that trespasse recommit,
When I have done true Penance here for it.