Short Poems

You ask me why Ponte-fract borough should sully
Its fame, by returning to parliament Gully;
The etymological cause I suppose is,
His breaking the bridges of so many noses.

" WHAT with briefs and attending the court, self and clerk,
I'm at my wits' end , " muttered Drone the attorney.
" I fear 'tis a medical case, " answered Shark —
" You're so terribly tired by so little a journey. "

No mortal, of voters, e'er met with a rummer set;
Your hopes at Bridgewater have met with a summerset.
Return the electors your thanks for their bounty,
You're out for the borough, but in for the county.

Mild Wilberforce, by all beloved,
Once own'd this hallow'd spot,
Whose zealous eloquence improved
The fetter'd Negro's lot.
Yet here still slavery attacks
Whom B — — n invites;
The chains from which he freed the Blacks,
She rivets on the Whites:

You ask me, Edward, what I think
Of this new fashionable ink?
I'll answer briefly, Ned.
Methinks it will be always blue;
At all events, when used by you;
It never will be red .

When injury they suffer, what
Opprobrium they inherit?
Unconscionable call them not;
Their conscience is their merit.
'Twere well if they, at anger's beck,
Who load them with detractions,
Possess'd, like them, an inward check
Upon their outward actions.

Prone from our grasp an outstretched wing to burst,
Even while I speak my second is my first.
Use well that second; nourish self-control,
And in pursuing wisdom find my whole.

A STROLOGERS say Venus , the same starr,
Is both our Hesperus and Lucifer;
The Antitype, this Venus, makes it true,
Shee shutts the old yeare and begins the new.
Her Brother with a star at noone was born,
Shee, like a star both of the Eve and Morne.
Count ore the stars ( Faire Queen ) in Babes, & vie
With every year a new Epiphanie:

Archimedes' Sphere.

On a Cloak and a Bridle.

His loving mother did not always fashion for her dear son Achilles those round shields that did affright the world; she did not constantly approach the fiery caverns of the god of Lemnos, begging a plumed helmet for her son. She gave him, besides these, garments of peace and unwarlike adornments wherewith, after the toils of war, he might shine conspicuous among the chiefs of the Achaeans. With her own hand she wove him cloaks of purple and gold and with patient care studded with ocean gems bridles to adorn his fleet steeds, Xanthus and Balius.