Short Poems

What is't that wasts a Prince? example showes,
'Tis flatterie spends a King, more then his foes.

I saw a Cherry weep, and why?
Why wept it? but for shame,
Because my Julia's lip was by,
And did out-red the same.
But pretty Fondling, let not fall
A teare at all for that:
Which Rubies, Corralls, Scarlets, all
For tincture, wonder at.

I'le doe my best to win, when'ere I wooe:
That man loves not, who is not zealous too.

I prest my Julia's lips, and in the kisse
Her Soule and Love were palpable in this.

Love's of it self, too sweet; the best of all
Is, when loves hony has a dash of gall.

Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting,
For Bread, Drinke, Butter, Cheese; for every thing
That Prickles buyes, puts Prickles out of frame;
How well his nature's fitted to his name!

Stand by the Magick of my powerfull Rhymes
'Gainst all the indignation of the Times.
Age shall not wrong thee; or one jot abate
Of thy both Great, and everlasting fate.
While others perish, here's thy life decreed
Because begot of my Immortall seed.

Happily I had a sight
Of my dearest deare last night;
Make her this day smile on me,
And Ile Roses give to thee.

Reproach we may the living; not the dead:
'Tis cowardice to bite the buried.

Go on brave Hopton, to effectuate that
Which wee, and times to come, shall wonder at.
Lift up thy Sword; next, suffer it to fall,
And by that One blow set an end to all.