Renowned Lord, in honour fixt on high,
In great advancement, and true dignity,
Choice peece of worth, lending with noble hand
Help to the poore, in need thereof who stand;
Advance still forward, let your charity,
Rarely extend itself, though rare it be;
Doubtles the stars great glory 'tis, that they
Enlighten all things with their lustrous ray.

Lend then, magnificent, and noble Lord,
Ever your bounty to the world afford,
No end there will ensue tolone so chary ;
Nobility advancing truly wary,
According to your worth, but a rare end

Address'd to a Friend in Wales , wrote at B ATH .

Resolv'd, at all Events, to quit
The Clamour of a Town Cock-pit,
Here I arriv'd last Tuesday Night,
Just in the Nick of Wrong — or Right;
We've strange Commotions in this State,
Wars, horrid Wars, 'mongst little Great;
A lawless Band of Rioteers,
Have set the Circle by the Ears,
On fell Design, or more or less,
(Which they've avow'd from thund'ring Press)
Than to depose from regal State,
King D ERRICK , with their baneful Hate.
I'm neutral yet — not that I fear,

High are their honours who great Parks possessing
Esteemed are on Earth to have the blessing;
Now you, great Lord, in honour'd estimate,
Rightly are prised at a noble rate,
Yeelding you pleasures that nobility,
Partake of may, as 'tis your dignity:
And ne'retheles your worth and high desert
Rightly doth earn an hier Park ; your heart
Keeps vertues faire inclos'd within the saine:
Earn you an hier Park ther, nobler game
Rightly then those who noblest beasts keep tame.

The fool who shot against the noonday sun,
Then stood agape to note the mischief done,
Just as he thought the missile at its place,
Received the returning arrow in his face;
But still a fool—though bleeding, and in pain—
His vanity could make the matter plain;
“Behold!” he cried, “Apollo's jealous spite
Lets fly this shaft at my superior light!”

I saw him march in the line to-day,
And never a girl had he;
And he sailed to the Great Grim War away,
The clown of his company.
They'd crowd his tent in the camp at night
When the long day's drill was done;
For the ready jest on his lips was light
Who'd a thousand friends and none.

I heard him laugh in a bar last week,
A laugh that the footlights know
When the limelight glares on the painted cheek
Through the tinsel sham and show.
I saw him stand by a grave last year —
He thought that he stood alone —

Little maiden, you may laugh
That you see me wear a staff,
But your laughter is the chaff
From the melancholy grain.
Through the shadows long and cool
You are tripping down to school;
But your teacher's cloudy rule
Only dulls the shining pool
With its loud and stormy rain.

There's a higher lore to learn
Than his knowledge can discern,
There's a valley deep and dern
In a desolate domain;
But for this he has no chart —
Shallow science, shallow art!
Thither — oh, be still, my heart —
One too many did depart

The day afore yesterday at two of ye clock in ye afternoon
Heat in the grass, heat in the fluffed and sexual seed tips,
I saw this punishment given to one Betsey
the pickup rocking through the Ozarks, I don't belong here,
wife of John Tucker who by ye violence
shouldn't touch with tenderness my lover, licking
of her tongue has made his house
coffee on her lips. I'm too close when the truck
and ye neighborhood uncomfortable
pitches to stop at the riverbank, and she pulls back,
She was taken to ye pond near where I am sojourning

LAID BY THE " AGAMEMNON " AND " NIAGARA. "

'Tis fit the grand old kingly name
Of which the kingliest poet sings,
Should eastward bear Jove's track of flame,
And link it to the land of kings.

'Tis well, Niagara, whose renown
With Freedom mingles evermore,
Should westward lay its burden down,
And chain the world to Freedom's shore.

'Tis done; the angry sea consents —

Someone floats through your middle
with a spine like a candle, a nightgown
over it and you see through the simple talk,

the blood bell gone again like fading action,
the slug you moment in a story, then after
when the body hums warm and electric

with what it can't hold onto. Let's say
the very action of living — heart and lungs —
is a printing press of selves

If you are lucky, flashing, maybe millions
of the selves who loved the girl coalesce,
recline at night and lie down in her circle,

In your most noble vertues, honour'd Lord,
A manly stay you very well afford;
Manlines seems conveyed unto your
Ev'n from the root from which your life you drew,
Stanlyes did ever shew such manlines :

See then a manly stay you well expresse,
True manhood is a prop, an help, a stay ,
And sure defence where e're the same doth sway.
Not to the man alone, who doth possesse
Lively true fortitude, and manlines
Ever intire, but that sweet Land is blest,
Yeelding to see a manly stay their rest.