Il'e change my state with any wretch,
Thou canst from goal or dunghill fetch;
My paines past cure, another Hell,
I may not in this torment dwell.
Now desperate I hate my life,
Lend me an halter or a knife.
All my griefes to this are jolly,
Naught so damn'd as Melancholy.
ON THE LETTER O.
Run round my lines, whilst I as roundly show
The birth, the worth, the extent of my round O.
That which in the indigested Mass
Did frame it selfe, when nothing framed was.
But when the worlds great masse it selfe did show,
In largenesse, fairenesse, roundnesse, a great O.
The Heavens, the Element, a box of O's,
Where still the greater doth the lesse inclose,
The imaginary center in O's made,
That speck which in the world doth stand or fade.
The Zodiack, Colours, and Equator line,
In Tropique and Meridian O did shine,
The lines of bredth, and lines of longitude,
Climate from Climate, doth by seclude.
And in the starry spangled sky the O
Makes us the day from night distinctly know.
And by his motion, round as in a ring,
Light to himselfe, light to each ○ doth bring:
In each dayes journey, in his circle round,
The framing of an O by sense is found.
The moon hath to the O's frame, most affection;
But the Suns envy grudgeth such perfection.
Yet Dian hath each moneth, and every yeare,
Learned an O's frame in her front to beare.
And to requite Sol's envie with the like,
With oft eclipses at his doth strike.
In our inferiour bodies there doth grow
Matter enough to shew the worth of O.
Our brains and heart, either in O doth lye,
So that the nest of O's the sparkling eye.
The ribs in meeting, fashion an O's frame,
The mouth and eare, the nostrills beare the same.
The Latins honouring the chiefest parts,
Gloryed to make our O the heart of hearts;
Fronting it with three words of deepest sense,
Order, Opinion, and Obedience.
Oft have I seen a reverend dimmed eye,
By the help of to read most legibly.
Each drop of rain that fals, each flower that grows
Each coyne that's currant doth resemble O's.
Into the water, if a stone we throw,
Marke how each circle joyns to make an O.
Cut but an Orange, you shall easily find,
Yellow and white, and watery O's combind,
○ doth preserve a trembling Conjurer,
Who from his Circle O doth never stirre.
from a full throat Cryer, if it come,
Strikes the tumultuous roaring people dumbe,
The thundering Cannon from this dreadfull O,
Ruine to walls, and death to men doth throw.
utters woes, doth expresse our joyes,
Owonders shews, O riches, or
And ye women which do fashions fall,
gorget, and O.farthingall,
ye spangles, O ye golden O's
That art upon the rich embroydered throws.
Think not we mock, though our displeasing pen
Sometime doth write, you bring an to men,
"Tis no disparagement to you ye know,
Since Ops the Gods great Grandame bears an O
Your sexes glory (Fortune) though she reel,
Is ever constant to her O, her wheele,
And you Carroches through the street that glide,
By art of four great O's do help you ride.
When tables full, and cups do overflow,
Is not each cup, each salt each dish an ?
What is't that dreadfull makes a Princes frown,
But that his head bears golden the Crowne ?
Unhappy then th'Arithmetician, and
He that makes a barren Cipher stand.
Let him know this, that we know in his place,
An addes number, with a figures grace;
And that which for Cipher he doth take,
One dash may easily a thousand make.
But enough, I have done my reader wrong,
Mine was round, and I have made it long.
When Neptune's blasts, and Boreas blazing storms,
When Tritons pitchfork cut off Vulcans horns,
When Eolus boyst'rous Sun-beams grew so dark,
That Mars in Moon-shine could not hit the mark;
Then did I see the gloomy day of Troy,
When poor Æneas leglesse ran away :
Who took the torrid Ocean in his hand,
And sailed to them all the way by land;
An horrid sight to see Achilles fall,
He brake his neck, yet had no hurt at all.
But being dead, and almost in a trance,
He threatned forty thousand with his lance.
Indeed 'twas like such strange sights then were seen
An ugly, rough, black Monster all in green.
That all about the white, blew, round, square sky,
The fixed Starrs hung by Geometry.
Funo amazed, and Fove surpriz'd with wonder,
Caus'd heaven to shake, and made to shake, and made the mountains
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