Short Poems

Full nakedness! Cast off your linen white
And closely clinging limb to limb unite;
Off with those filmy veils: while they are on,
Between us stand the walls of Babylon.
Join breast to breast, our lips together seal,
And ne'er shall blabbing tongues our joy reveal.

Her Breasts my hands, her lips my kisses hold,
Her neck is forage for my passion bold;
But there all ends; no further may I go
Nor ever shall the joy of victory know.
Two queens she serves, a double victim I,
For one is Love and one is Chastity.

Father of all! in Death's relentless claim
We read thy mercy by its sterner name;
In the bright flower that decks the solemn bier,
We see thy glory in its narrowed sphere;
In the deep lessons that affliction draws,
We trace the curves of thy encircling laws;
In the long sigh that sets our spirits free,
We own the love that calls us back to Thee!

At the first ball his wicket fell, and sins
No more has batted your illustrious Prins.

Bewail not much, my parents! Me, the prey
Of ruthless Ades, and sepulcher'd here,
An infant, in my fifth scarce finish'd year,
He found all sportive, innocent, and gay,
Your young Callimachus; and if I knew
Not many joys, my griefs were also few.

My love is as endless
as the waves of the Sea of Ariso
that, driven by fierce winds,
never cease their breaking

Christ was not sad, i'th garden, for His own
Passion, but for His sheeps dispersion.

Stripes justly given yerk us (with their fall)
But causelesse whipping smarts the most of all.

Beautie's no other but a lovely Grace
Of lively colours, flowing from the face.

The readinesse of doing, doth expresse
No other, but the doers willingnesse.