Short Poems

When age and sickness did upon me seize,
Of age none could, of want none would me ease.
With palsy'd limbs, I to my grave did go,
And there did end my want and sickness too.
The lawes of fate preposterously were plac'd,
I found my grave at first, my death at last

See, the morning gives you warning
To suspend your dear delight!
Rise to bless us and caress us,
Cupid bids you quit the fight.

Somewhere along this desolate shoal
Thou liest from whom my life I drew.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart and true,
While waves and centuries o'er thee roll.

N ASO lets none drinke in his glasse but he,
Think you 'tis curious pride? 'tis curtesie.

A white coat worn over a violet waistcoat
Duck eggs
Shaved ice mixed with liana syrup and put in a new silver bowl
A rosary of rock crystal
Wisteria blossoms Plum blossoms covered with snow
A pretty child eating strawberries.

I SAID to Heart, “How goes it?”
Heart replied:
“Right as a Ribstone Pippin!”

Now cometh alle ye that been y-brought
In bondes full of busy bitternesse,
Of erthly lust abiding in your thought!
Here is the rest of all your bisynesse,
Here is the port of pees and restfulnesse
To them that stand in stormes and disese,
Refut overt to wreches in distresse,
And al comfort of mischief and misese.

The smoke of their foul dens
Broodeth on Thy fair Earth as a black pestilence,
Hiding the kind day's eye. No flower, no grass there groweth,
Only their engines' dung which the fierce furnace throweth.
Their presence poisoneth all and maketh all unclean.
Thy streams they have made sewers for their dyes aniline.
No fish therein may swim, no frog, no worm may crawl,
No snail for grime may build her house within their wall.

There was an Old Man of Dee-side,
Whose hat was exceedingly wide,
But he said, “Do not fail, if it happens to hail,
To come under my hat at Dee-side!”