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So have I seen some tender flip, 35
Sav'd with care from winter's nip,
The pride of her carnation train,
Pluck'd up by some unheedy swain,
Who only thought to crop the flow'r
New shot up from vernal sliow'r: 40
But the fair blossom hangs the head
Side-ways, as on a dying bed,
And those pearls of dew die wears,
Prove to be presaging tears,
Which the fad morn had let fall 45
On her hastening funeral.
Gentle Lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have;
After this thy travel fore
Sweet rest seise thee evermore, 50
That to give the world increase,
Shorten'd hast thy own life's lease.
Here, besides the sorrowing
That thy noble house doth bring,
Here be tears of perfect moan 55
Wept for thee in Helicon,
And some flowers, and some bays,
For thy herse, to strow the ways,
Sent thee from the banks of Came,
Devoted to thy virtuous name; 60
Whilst thou, bright faint, high sitst in glory,
Next her much like to thee in story,
That That fair Syrian shepherdess,
Who after years of barrenness,
The highly favored Joseph bore, 65
To him that serv'd for her before,
And at her next birth much like thee,
Through pangs fled to felicity,
Far within the bosom bright
Of blazing Majesty and Light: 70
There with thee, new welcome Saint,
Like fortunes may her soul acquaint,
With thee there clad in radiant sheen,
No Marchioness, but now a Queen.
SO JVC On MAT MORNING.
NOW the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, andleads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire 5
Mirth and youth and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. 10
On SHAKESPEAR. 1630.
WHAT needs my Shakespear for his honor'd
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
On the University Carrier, who sicken d in the time os his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reason os the plague.
HERE lies old Hobson; Death hath brokehi s girt,
Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known, 5
-Show'd him his room wherehemustlodge that night,
Another on the fame.
HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
Until his revolution was at stay. ,
Bb Rest Rest 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 hasten'd on his term.
Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd, 15
Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd;
Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd,
If I mayn't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd,
But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers,
For one carrier put down to make six bearers. 20
Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right,
He dy'd for heaviness that his cart went light:
His leisure told him that his time was come,
And lack of load made his life burdensome,
That ev'n to his last breath (there be that say't) 25
As he were prest to death, he cry'd more weight;
But had his doings lasted as they were,
He had been an immortal carrier.
Obedient to the moon he spent his date
In course reciprocal, and had his fate 30
Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas,
Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase:
His letters are deliver'd alt and gone,
Only remains this superscription.