And thofe pearls of dew the wears, os rod of bobba
Prove to be prefaging tears) não Muca sdi nadł stoff
Which the fad morn had let fall asli onydt amortimu?
On her haft'ning funeral. pokoon atla blow bad sdě
Gentle lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have
After this day travel foreb
Sweet rest seize thee evermore,
That to give the world increase,
Shortned haft thy own life's leafe;

do

Here, befides the forrowing todd bro, fold digikeele
That thy noble house doth bring,"
Here be tears of perfect moan
Wept for thee in Helicon,

And fome flowers, and fome bays,

For thy herfe, to ftrew the ways,

P

Sent thee from the banks of Came, sling sid ni baa

Devoted to thy virtuous name:

Whilst thou, bright faint, high fit'ft in glory,

Next her much like to thee in ftory,

That fair Syrian Shepherdefs,

Who after years of barrennefs,

The highly-favour'd Joseph borec, yd vedtall wedu

To him that ferv'd for her before;

And at her next birth, much like thee,

Through pangs filed to felicity,

Far within the bofom bright
Of blazing majefty and light. on my (lained betī
There with thee, new welcome faint, Mugrel sit bad
Like fortunes may her foul acquaint; grol ton za V
With thee there clad in radiant fheen, cost Fevad be
No Marchionefs, but now a queen.

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her

The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrose. Links C Hail bounteous May, that doft infpire!

Mirth and youth and warm defire,

Woods and groves are of thy dreffing, brple red Hill and dale doth boaft thy blefling;

Thus we falute, thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and with thee long. idgid tadi agbel kum of ca

ale On: SHAKESPEAR. 1630.

WHAT. needs my Shakespear, for his honour'd bones,

The labour of an age in piled ftones,

Or that his hallow'd reliques fhould be hid
Under a ftar-ypointing pyramid ?

Dear fon of memory, great heir of fame,

What need'it thou fuch weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and aftonishment:5
Haft built thyself a live-long monumentada
For whilft to th' fhame of flow-endeavouring art bort
Thy eafy numbers flow, and that each heart and
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd book, piouTL A
Those Delphic lines with deep impreffion took,
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,
Doft make us marble with too much conceiving all
And so fepulcher'd in such pompidäst die,je zada, fog
That kings for fuch a tomb would wish to die. baa
Bibangsa ti sow Toki

On the University-Carrier, who ficken'dein the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reafon of the Plague.Lib Line

HE

ERE lies old Hobfon, death hath-broke his girt, And here, alas! háth laid him in the dirts Or elfe the ways being foul, twenty to one, promok He's here fuck in a flough, and overthrown.c 'Twas fuch a fhifter, that if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down;

For he had any time this ten years full,

Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull. And furely death could never have prevail'd,

Had not his weekly courfe of carriage fail'd;inikky
But lately finding him fo long at home,

And thinking now his journey's end was come,
And that he had ta'ne up his latest inn,

In the kind office of a chamberlin,

the light.

Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night,
Pull'd off his boots, and took away
any afk for him, it shall be said,
Hobfon has fupt, and's newly gone to bed."

If

HERE lieth one, who did moft truly prove

That he could never die while he could move:

So hung his destiny, never to rot

While he might still jog on and keep his trot,
Made of sphere-metal, never to decay of life y
Until his revolution was at stay.

Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time
And like an engine mov'd with wheel and weight,
His principles being ceaft, he ended strait. dam
Reft, that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much breathing put him out of breath;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm,
Too long vacation haften'd on his term:
Meerly to drive the time away, he fickn'd,
Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quickn'd;
Nay, quoth he, on his fwooning bed out-ftretch'd,
If I mayn't carry, fure I'll ne'er be fetch'd,
But vow, though the crofs doctors all ftood hearers,
For one carrier put down to make fix bearers.
Eafe was his chief difeafe, and to judge right,
He dy'd for heaviness that his cart went light:

His leifure told him that his time was come,
And lack of load, made his life burdenfome,
That even to his last breath (there be that say't)
As he were preft to death, he cry'd more weight;
But had his doings lafted as they were,
He had been an immortal carrier.
Obedient to the moon he spent his date
In course reciprocal, and had his fate
Link'd to the mutual flowing of the feas,
Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increase:
His letters are deliver'd all and gon,

Only remains this fuperfcription.

On the new Forcers of Confcience under the Long PARLIAMENT.

BECAU

ECAUSE you have thrown off your prelate Lord,
And with stiff vows renounc'd his liturgie,

To feize the widow'd whore Pluralitie

From them whofe fin ye envi'd, not abhorr'd,
Dare ye for this adjure the civil fword di

To force our confciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a claffic Hierarchy

Taught ye by meer A. S. and Rotherford?
Men whofe life, learning, faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Muft now be nam'd and printed heretics,
By fhallow Edwards and Scots what-d'ye-call:
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,

.

Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent, That fo the parliament May with their wholfom and preventive shears Clip your Phylacteries, though bauk your ears,

And fuccour our just fears:

When they fhall read this clearly in your charge,
New Presbyter is but Old Prieft writ large.

R

Ad PYRRHAM. ODE. V.

Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam e naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe miferos.

QU

UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofa
Perfufus liquidis urget odoribus,
Grato, Pyrrha, fub antro?

Cui flavam religas comam

Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem
Mutatifque deos flebis, et afpera
Nigris aequora ventis
Emirabitur infolens,

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea:
Qui femper vacuam, femper amabilem
Sperat, nefcius aurae

Fallacis. Miferi, quibus

Intentata nites, me tabula facer
Votiva paries indicat uvida
Sufpendiffe potenti
Veftimenta maris Deo.

The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I.

Rendered almoft word for word without Rhyme, according to the Latin Meafure, as near as the Language will permit.

7HAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odours

WH

Courts thee on rofes in fome pleasant cave,
Pyrrha, for whom bind'ft thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,