Infinity

Let me not live when thou art no more here!
For when thine eyes are closed in final rest
My weary head shall lie upon thy breast
Pillowed in perfect peace. I shall not fear
The hour when Death claims thee, for I shall go
With thee thro'out the gates of Paradise,
And in the Promised Land twain souls shall know
The happy heaven of each other's eyes!

Hope

I gave to Hope a watch of mine: but he
An anchor gave to me.
Then an old prayer-book I did present:
And he an optic sent.
With that I gave a vial full of tears:
But he a few green ears.
Ah loiterer! I'll no more, no more I'll bring:
I did expect a ring.

Epilogue to the Last Satire of the First Book

Thus may we see by folly of[t] the wise
Stumble and fall into fool's paradise,
For jocund wit of force must jangling be;
Wit must have his will, and so had he:
Wit must have his will, yet parting of the fray,
Wit was enjoin'd to carry the fool away.

Qui color albus erat, nunc est contrarius albo.

The Holy Scriptures

O that I knew how all thy lights combine, And the configurations of their gloriy! Seeing not only how each verse doth shine,
But all the constellations of the story.
This verse marks that, and both do make a motion Unto a third, that ten leaves off doth lie: Then as dispersed herbs do watch a potion,
These three make up some Christian's destiny:
Such are thy secrets, which my life makes good, And comments on thee: for in ev’rything Thy words do finde me out, and parallels bring,

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