Short Poems

High Heaven is insecure.
Give me my paradise while these warm arms endure.
Come, my Love! let us walk in this brake.
Where I can see you sleep, and watch you wake.
So much of pleasure, for Mortality's poor sake.

As we sailed down the Chyannel of old Engeland,
With our pennants all flying at bay, And a
man on the yardarm aclearing The reef tayckle, and
this is what he'd say, " Let go the reef atayckle,
Let go the reef atayckle, Let
go the reef atayckle, My sheets, they are jammed! "

Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
Tomorrow will be Monday.

As the war-trumpet drowns the rustic flute,
So when your lyre is heard all strings are mute:
Not vain the labor of those clustering bees
Who on your infant lips spread honey-dew;
Witness great Pan who hymned your melodies,
Pindar, forgetful of his pipes for you!

AS. SOONE. AS. WEE. TO. BEE. BEGVNNE:
WE. DID. BEGINNE. TO. BE. VNDONE.

As round as an apple,
As deep as a cup,
And all the king's horses
Cannot pull it up.

As life runs on, the road grows strange
With faces new, and near the end
The milestones into headstones change,
'Neath every one a friend.

As Lamps burn silent, with unconscious light,
So modest ease , in beauty, shines most bright:
Unaiming charms, with edge resistless, fall,
And she, who means no mischief, does it all.

As I went owre the Hill o' Hoos,
I met a bonny flock o' doos.
They were a' nick nackit,
They were a' brown backit,
Sic a bonny flock o' doos,
Commin' owre the Hill o' Hoos.
Swarm of Bees

As I went out, so I came in,
And out of the dead I saw the living spring;
Seven there were and six there be,
Tell me the riddle and then hang me.
A tit and its young from a nest between the jawbones of a gibbeted murderer