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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'dhim his room wherehemustlodge that night,
Another on the fame,
HERE Heth one, who did most truly prove
Until his revolution was at stay.
B b Rest Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,XIII.
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 all and gone,
Only remains this superscription.
V A L L E G R 0.
HENCE loathed Melancholy,
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights Find out some uncouth cell, 5
Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous And the night-raven sings; (wings,
There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks. As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. 10
But come thou Goddess fair and free,
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore;
There on beds of violets blue,
B b 2 Haste