Dr. Bosworth Physician of Hereford DOctor This is the only piece of Gold Brought me this good Time Gratitude grows old And faâ—nt in Schollers No reward hath He That is an Informator of School-free Nay which is more In all my Parish none Hath vouchsalt me a Church-oblation Did I perhaps a School unlincens'd teach Or some new lecture to the people preach I should then at their Feasts my fingers lick Have Gold in purse and Cassok wear of silk Be it as ' t is You will this Fee approve In stead of more Gold a true Golden Love VII A present to an oblivious Friend DEar Sir Two new books of the same I send That when as you are wont the One you lend T'other may constantly upon you wait As Monitor lest you forget me strait VIII To the same I Understand 't is somewhat grievious That my rude Muse cald you Oblivious Frown not my Friend your Mem'ry I will spare If at my need mine your Affâ—ctions are I give you leave never to think on me Till by some Office you may usefull be 'T is not the oft Remembrance shews a friend But friendly Office So let the Quarrel end IX To one that lov'd not Verses WHen with ingenuous freedome I rehearse My not amorous nor fair yet comely Verse With wrinckled face thou cry'st out Vanitie Now prithee what is all that 's done by thee X. Upon his seven Children two Girls dead one alive and four Boyes THe divine Goodnesse which I have often try'd A pair to seven is quickly multiply'd Two that were wisest quickly made return Pardon me this one teâ—â— fals on their Urn The female remanent with observant eye I 'd have to learn her Mothers huâ—wifry To the four boyes I 'd leave thâ—s â—egacie God giving my Arts and Theologie If I can breed them Scholars there is none Can say I gave them not a portion In â—he meane time I heartly wish The Quorum Would grant me but Jus trium liberorum XI On the Death of Mr. Fr. Pink. ARe thy eyes clos'd my learned Oculist And tâ—y clear light extinguished What i' st No herb within thy spacious knowledge can Curâ— thâ— Dâ—seâ—se of the Physician I know whaâ— shut thine eâ—es thine eyes did see Much whâ—ch thou wouâ—dst â—â—t And thy Grief For publick Evils weighed down thy life Goe and find Simples now untill we come And meet there i' th' Groves of Elizium XII To Dr. Charlton BRother Thy Helmont's deep mysterious Art I will not censure But in every part I saw such wit and bright new language shine Without the Title soon I judg'd it Thine One thing I blam d yet I know 't was well meant With too laâ—ge an Elogium it was sent XIII Upon Dr. Croft Dean of Hereford his first Residence THe people lookt for their good chear and wine According to th' old Custome By a fine Devise you doe evâ—de though the sad days May well excuse not feasting many waâ—s You in your Grave and learned lâ—ctâ—res bring To feast us Great Melcâ—izâ—dec the Kiâ—g Your Auditors intent on you still seed And taste tâ—e wine He brought for Abrams need This when the Townsmen heard thâ— â—huâ—ch-â—en say They envyed our good chear and went their way XIV To Sir William Croft with Thuani Pâ—incipes WIse Sir when I considered how I might Thâ—nk you for thâ— Letter you were pleas'd to write In favour of me to that Prelate who Thinks it reward enough of Good to do This Manuscript was â—eady at commmand And all my Princes haste to kisse your hand Here you have divers Knights and Prelates too Some few like Him and fewer such as you XV. Vpon Dr. Brown Dean of Hereford Preaching YOnder he is prepare and purge your care You shall a Chrysostom or Ambrose hear With heavenly stâ—eins of divine Nazianzâ—n Such voice such stile such gesture as those Men We believe us'd when in their Homiliâ—s They drew so many Tearâ— from sinners eyes Not more than This by his sad sacred Theme Of De profundis and Jerusalem XVI D. M. Godwino Praelectori Heref. VIs'n verum mi Praelector doctissime vestra Lectura est Clero plurima nulla poplo XVII Mr. Stephano Philips Praelectori Electo Paulo ante urbem captum 1645. AHduros hostes tua quod Facundia mollis Quam vota exposcunt nostra reclusa fuit XVIII To Mr. John Beale YOu that have read Socinus Crellius And the Interpreter Volkelius Yet to the English Church have giv'n your name Led by a discreet judgement not by fame Or ' cause you knew no other from your Youth Bred up in this They that embrace the Truth On such weak Grâ—unds are still in error Friend I call you without scruple without end Nor wâ—ll I care for their unlearned mocks That beside Calvin think nought Orthodox I mention Him not for dishonour but I think all Truth was not in one braine shut XIX To the religious pair of widows Mris. P. Green and Mris. M. Russel with the La. Falklands life I Know when you have once perused it You must confesse the Book a present fit This Lady was compos'd of Alms and Pray'r You live in Imitatâ—on of Her Truly Religious yet was she timorous too In this is no disparity so are you By advise of Holy men she still o'recame Her feares and scruples Doe not you the same She dyed with comfort partakes heavenly joy That you may do so too at last I pray XX. To Dr. Warren with return of his Henry VIII THe Book you lent writ by Cherbery's Lord Much satisfaction did me affoord I now am more in love with that brave Prince Since we receiv'd this true Intelligence This Author gives not the reports of Fame But the Records Therefore record his Name All Pamphlets that have blurd this King are not Compar'd to this Work worth an old Harry groat XXI An Apology for naming some Honourable and Reverend persons in his verses BUt now I think on 't I 'l make no excuse For that some honourable names I use In my poor Rimes 'T is a small fault in an Age So many Great Ones are hist off the Stage People are bold yet presume would not I To name them but in honor to their Memory XXII Vpon a new Book of justification promised by my L. C. MAdam you promis'd and I did believe After y 'had read the Book you would it give I heard you left it for me and I doe With a most easy Faith believe that too It met with some deceitfull hand I fear His faith will never justifie I 'l swear XXIII Upon Verses made in his sleep ME thought I said They are very well and so They shall continue Then I wak't and O! I cry'd They vanish where d' ye take your flight Stay Now I have them Now th' are out of sight A while they doe thus on my Fansy wave A piece or two but now now none I have Waking I never shall recover them Once more I 'l sleep
the law of nations fie on it Your lead is poyson'd with your venimous bit But thanked be our God it cannot hit I. Upon our pikes we would you quickly tosse Were it not for that reprobate Mountrosse He spoils our Country with fire sword and speare While we to little purpose linger here XXIII Upon his son C. B. AS I a bed 'fore day did verses make My Bed fellow my little Boy did wake Father you write on every thing said He Let me intreat you make one Verse for me I presently reply'd He cann't say black Thou 'rt my white Boy although thy eyes be clack Thou bringst my Book my Candle thou dost light I love thee next unto thy Sister bright If thou wilt learn thy Book I 'l leave to thee Not one verse Boy but all my Poetry XXIV The Frogs asked a King Phaedri A Thenae cum storerent aequis legibus Procax libertas c. vide Veteratorem At Athens gentle Lawes had bred Wanton liberty They took head The reigns being loose till the most part Strengthend the Tyrant Pisistrat They haâ— no sooner undertoâ—k But presently complain'd o th' yoke Not thaâ— the King was cruel but ' Cause â—heir so 't Necâ—s were not us'd to 't Esop beholdiâ—g thiâ— their Stâ—te This Fable to them did relate The Frogs at freedom leapt about the lake And lâ—ud to Iupiter for a King they crâ—ke A King to orâ—er them with pâ—wâ—rful hand Iove smil'd and to the Rafâ—eâ— gave command To reign It fellâ—wâ—th force â—nto the Poole And wiâ—h the noisâ— affrighted the poor fooles Thâ— Rafter lay â— while all in the mâ—d At length one of the bâ—lder Frogs up stood And seeing the woâ—den King did the rest call Their fright being nâ—w past out they marched all Insulting o'â—e the Raâ—teâ— with much scorn Iove give 's a â—etter King or wee'â— forlorn The Seâ—pent â—upiter i th' next place sent Who with shâ—rp teeth them all to pieces rent Some few escape by flight but dare not speak By Mercury they send â—o Iove to wreak Their Cause â—his Answer they receiv'd from God You woul'd not bear your Peace now beare your Rod. And ye my Country-men be Conteâ—t for fear You be in inforc'd some greater harm to bear XXV Upon D. Taylors Funeral Sermon To Mr. Savage HAving receiv'd your Sermon I fell to 't And stirred not out of the place one foot Til I had with intentive eye survaid All the celestial Treasures there are laid There is exprest how short is every Breath And what the Souls estate is after death What the Felicity of the Saints each one Completed at the last Re-union And all in such a pure and pious way As if the Book were written with heavens ray But thâ—n the Nâ—rrative of the Lady's life How discreet Mother how observant Wife This and the rest 's so well describ'd that you 'l Say right to call it Taylors Second Rule And though the Ladies Tomb t'hir Lords content Be stately built This is her Monument How happy was that Noble Lord in 's love To shelter such a Man at Golden-Grove XXVI To my Sister Barksdale NO end of Teares but weep yourself to Night And lose your Eyes because you 've lost the sight Of your beloved son Can you think now By watring a dead plant to make it grow At the last dâ—y the dead shall have a spring And live again but before no such thing Is possible The Corruptible Body must Take up his Habitation in the dust The Soul which of the parts is far the best Is gone to God to everlasting rest Clear up I pray those fairest Eyes and see How mercifully God hath dealt with'ee One child Hâ—ath taken and hath left the other To comfort you in the place of her Brother But if we will powre out our Teares le ts learn Their Current in the Proper Course to turn And then let Tears flow from us night day Til we have wept and washt our sins away Nor can our Crosles sufferd nor our Fears But our Sins may be cured by our Tears XXVII To the same YOu grieve and say There was scarce ever any Hath buried her sweet Children young so many That you to God so soon your Children sent This is your Priviledge not Punishment Mothers who thus their Infants back have given Bare them not so much for themselves as Heaven Happy thrice happy are those little Oâ—es Who are advanc'd per saltum to their Thrones XXVIII Upon the Book of Iustification written by I. G. sent me by my Lady CHANDOS WElcom the Book expected so long time Now sent me from the hand of one o th' prime Ladies of England Welcom for her sake Who by this favour hath bin pleas'd to make Me more obliged Welcom for its own worth For here I finde perspicuously set sorth The work which only by Free Grace is done That sweetest Act Iustification I have but tasted yet but this short Tast Is far beyond some whole Books Th' Author's last Writings I will not speak of I don't fear To praise his Learning and his Temper here And were the rest not worthy of a look I will rejoyce to dwell on this fair Book XXIX Of Love Casimiri Sarb. QUid nocti lumen luci quid quaeâ—imus umbram Noâ—te dies nobâ—s est Amor umbradâ—e Why seek we shade so day for darkness light Love is our shade i th' Day our day i th' Night XXX A garland of Roses over a sweet Child â—â—usdem IPsa Corona Rosa est Puero Puer anne Câ—onae Ipsa Rosa est pueâ— est ipsa Corona Rosae Does the Rose crown the Child or the Child is The Rose i th' Crown â—â— Crowns the Rose So ' t is XXXI An Angel painted by a faire Child Ejusdem ANgele Gonzaâ—a es sipictas exuis alas Si Gonzâ—ga alas induâ—s Angelus es The Angel the Chiâ—d is let th'Wings alone The Child the Angel is put the Wings on XXXII Non NOBIS DOMINE c. In the Great Chamber at Sudeley To my Lo. C. CHANDOS wh'adorn'd the Princely Chamber where So many Friends and Tenants welcom'd were Caus'd the Artificer on the wall to write This Sentence expos't to all mens sight So when our works are brought to end must we All sing aloud Non nobis Domine And I my Lord that for my Muse I may Favour obtain must Kyrie Elcison say T was her Ambition her Notes to sing To the Great-Grandson of the Cotswold-King XXXIII Of Faith THe Divine Mysteries as the Scripture saith Above our Reason objects are of Faith We tast the sweet without the Theory So Children suck the milk they do not see XXXV In Stapyltonum Equiâ—m Anglum Interpretem Stradae Romani ANglos Vexavit quondam male Stapyltonus Et meritò nata est Anglia Roma Tibi Anglos ornavit nunc â—am bene Stapyltonus Et merito grata est Anglia Roma Tibi XXXVI To my brother D. Charlton T'other hard work have Elziâ—â—rs the Lei
They 'l come as they did come before XXIV Upon Zuinglius è Thuani Elogiis ZVinglius was slain i' th' Front my Author saith A stout Defender of Reformed Faith God took his soule His Body th' enemies Ire Consumed as hereticail with fire All but his Heart His hearty Faith his name And pious Memory dye not in the flame XXV Vpon Luther ex eodem HE dy'd not borribly as the Papists say But in a quiet manner went away To a better life And but the Night before To his friend Justus Jonas and some moro Dâ—scours'd of life eternall Where saith He I nothing doubt again I shall you see Being dead Two Princes for his Body strave And carryed him with honour to the Grave XXVI On the Snow on Newyears day SUre the celestiall Swan to make a Feast Is pluck't this Morne for Jupiter and the rest Of 's company None of the flesh is meant For us only he hath the â—eather sent Good Omen though the Token be but light The following year shall not be black but white XXVII To Mr. Tho Williams at the â—emple SIr if my Muse come 'fore the Terme's begun And can get leave oâ— Cook and Littleton To speak with you but a few minutes know Here are in Cotswold those thâ—t think on you And so we shall as long as air we draw ' Cause in our Cases you give us the Law XXVIII To Mr. Ant Stratford YOu who are ready both to gac and ride And speaâ— â—nd doe for me I must not hide Nor yâ—ur Love nor my Gratitude but here I fix it though but in a little sphere XXIX M. Georgio Stratford T. B. CCC SI fortè Oxoniae Musam Tu videris alma Errantem hospitio suscipe Amice tuo Auribus indigna est vestris Ignoscite nostra Non vobis pueris rustica Musa canit XXX Mr. R. Samasio CCC QVando immemor sui Tu meministi mei Et me suavi alloquio tenuisti Tuo Ipse igitur immemor mi Samasi Tui Non sum Mei nunc memor at nec vivens ero XXX To Mr. Fra. Thorne COsin I thanke you you did send to Me Shoulder and Vmbles fat the Keepers Fee That I who daily live by my Lords meat Might sometime some of Sudeley Venson eate One favour more I pray doe not deny Now 't is well bak'd come and take part o' th' pye XXXII To Mr. Tho. Bridges SIr in your last sweet Letter you did tell My Lady hath been ill Whence She is well By an easy Figure I collect and pâ—ay At due time she an Heir and with him joy May bring her noble Lord and Ours But then You goe on and are pleas'd to say My pen You honour So you doe indeed when thus Out of your Courtesie you Answer us I wish such praise to my poor pen were due That it might worthy be to serve and honour you Your Book shall be return'd which you sent white Blur'd with some Notes se'ing you force me to write XXXIII To Mr. Powell for the fair wax-light he sent me A Welcome token Since in the Holy Quire I fill'd one Stall at the harmonious Prayr I have not seen the like This I shall use Not for to fire my pipe nor yet to choose My morsels But when like the laboring Bee I view my learned Authoâ—s and would see To gather Hony from them then your wax Shall gild my siâ—ent Night Now lest you tax Me for ungratefull I this paper write A light requitall for your better light XXXIV To Mris. Sufanna Charlton On the death of her Mother May 23. 1649. THe sun was at his Rise and did begin To giâ—d the earth when that pure soule kept in Her mortail case by Nights cold hand her strength Put forth and raising up her self at lengâ—h Took flight to heav'n Heav'n a far fitter place For soules indued with celestaâ—l Grace And will you weep now â—he â—s happy will You envy heav'n that new-come star and still Deject your mâ—urnfull eye to earth as if There were no other but this dying life But you have lost her Company You know A way to find her out again and so Reviâ—e your Conversation 'T is this Let your Thoughts dwell in heav'n for there she is XXXV To Mr. William Burton upon his Clemens Rom. WIll I receiv'd the Title of your Book And for the Book it self I long did look Why sent you 't not Unlesse you think indeed That I not Books but only litles read Well though I purchas'd it at a dead lift For mony I will set it down Thy Gift And for Names sake though he a Bishop be Yet I will much esteem him and for Thee XXXVI In morte Gulielmi Fratris CVr adco quaeris libet indulgere dolori Est mortuus uno funere Frater-Pater XXXVII Grotius de verit Relig. Englished To John and Richard How 's COsins I will deale plainly some doe say Because they are so loth their Tith to pay Our Yeomen sure think not Religion true Although this Crime I don't impute to you This Book though written in a higher strain Than what they use to read doth not disdain It self to offer to their rougher hands Entreating gentle usage and commands By strongâ—st Reasons They henceforth believe There is a God and so no longer grieve His servants and deny their old Rewards Themselves shall gain by it if they cast their cards Rightly Gaine what they love with all their heart Good Harvests when the Parson hath his part XXXVIII To a Gentlewoman with Dr. Featly's Handmaid A Handmaid I present to wait on you Accept her to youâ— service and with true Devotion serve your God His service is Our freedome His Reward will be our blisse Your piety hath a pâ—esent fit If small Know He that sent you This would give you All. XXXIX Of Beauty IN love if I doe rightly measure it That is most beautifull that is most sit Why else would lusty Jack 'fore every one Of the fair Ladies prefer homely â—one XL. Upon Dido Ausonii INfelix Dido nulli bene nupta marito Hoc pereunte fugis hoc fugiente peris Wife twice unhappy in thy Genial Bed Thou fled'st when one dy'd Dyd'st when th' other fled XLI Upon the Histories of the late Wars AS the Armies did against each other fight Even so doe our moderne Historians write Each for his side The Stationer says Buy both Compare them and you may pick out the Truth XLII To Mr. Savage SIr Though your Name be noble yet your parts Make you more noble Your ingenious Arts Your piety your liberality And though now private Hospitality Before the late Decay if that I can Judge right such was the English Gentleman XLIII To Mr. Edward Carew I Think upon what once I heard you tell Your new borne Daughter was so extremely well Compos'd and featur'd that you ne'r did spy So pure a Bâ—auty wi' your impaâ—tiall eye But then you â—aid within a little space Was lost and vanisht
Church-story when she was pure when vitious You 'l shortly see in my severe Sulpitiâ—s The Mathematics a noble study be Read Euchid Englished by Doctor Dee Adde if you please to be led further on Maestâ—in and my Pitiscuâ— when th' are done The Globes admired use I 'd have you know And that the learned Gregory will show For Morall precepts to your Senault soon The Author adde Of Wisdome writes Charon When weary you throw the Graver Pâ—ose away Refresh your spirits with witty Fletcher play Sometimes run ore the books of modern news And doe not scorne the Verse of my plain Musc But now because among all cares but One Is needfull I 'l end with Religion The Bible is God's book Like Borromee Read every day the Gospel on your knee To give you light in places dubious I doe prepare some Notes of Grotius That you may not be abus'd by Schismetics Read Hookers ' Clesiastic Poetics You 'l know the Rights both of the Church and state By studying Grotius whom I tranflate 'Tother rare piece De veritate can ' Gainst Jew Turk Pagan prove Truth Christian And though 't is hard to allow it in his sense Read Doctor Hackwill of Gods providence When you have read these Authors for the â—est I leave you to your self to choose what 's best This precept pray take from me for a Close Confer and what you read you will ne'r lose XXX Cuidam YOur Man ask't whether I did Preach next day At Sudley Chamber It was answer'd Ay. I came in time and Prâ—acht You absent were Did you aske When That you might not be there XXXI Upon a Brother of his I Doe confesse my Fortune is but low Yet I was willing freely to bestow A Gift upon a Brother 'T was a Boy That wants no form nor wit a his friends say I wrote so twice but He no answer gave Thinking perhaps I doe not give but crave XXXII To old Mr. Tho. Hacket YOu did not only doe well for your Son But when the Glasse of 's too short life was run You took his Orhhan-Children to your care And thus you truly the GRAND-Father are Now since your loved Sons my pupils be Sure you have some Relation unto Me. Among your Relatives if in your Will I should be one who 'l say you did doe ill You 'l doe what ne'r was done before for I In all my life ne'r yet had Legacy XXXIII Chr. Merretto suo Doct. Med INgratus essem si non bene merito darem Quod otium peperit nostrum cùm Tu mihi Industrii ingenii soleas partus tui Donare promptus Quaeso non aegre fer as Tot nomina inter Tuum Nomen legi Sic tua perita semper sit felix manus Et Phaebus herbas porrigat laetus suas Vt tu favere nunc voles Musis meis XXXIIII Vpon Lividus and Candidus To the Stationers MY verses Livid in the worst sense takes Candid of all a fair Construction makes This is the cause my verse to th' One is good To th' other bad just as I 'm understood Thus doe all Books higher or lower stand Plac'd by the Reader 's not the Writer's hand And mine as it finds favour in his eys You 'l sell my friends at more or at lesse prize THE END THE COTSWOLD MUSE IV. Part. MARTIAL Cum tua non edas carpis mea Carmina Laeli Carpere vel noli Nostra vel ede Tua Thou setst out none but sayst my Verse is nought Carp not or tell me where Thine's to be bought LONDON Printed for F. A. at Worcester 1651. The Dedication of the Fourth Part. To my Noble Friend Mr. Tho. Bridges MY Muse is now in four parts Would they were writ With full as much dexterity and wit As Harry and Will Lawes did once compose Or you my sweerest friend can write in prose Yet Though my Muse be not urbane but rough As Cotswold folks you know are hard and tough At stately Harvell when you doe her meet You 'l bring her in to kisse The Ladies feet FOURTH PART I. To Mr. D. W. POet as Fidler when he once begins Will never leave untill you cut his strings II. To Sir W. C. of Glo. AFter a chilling blast took me elsewhere My little family is replanted here Whom CHANDOS noble bounty now maintains And by Your Government who hold the reigns So gentâ—y yet with skill and care I have For my innocuous Muse leisure and leave She is ambitious now to send you health And prepares for you Th' Ebrew Commonwealth Why should not my poor studies honour you Where the Tree grows sure there some fruit is due V. To Mr. Fra. Powell of Ch. Ch. I Have not seen fair Oxford since that yeer When you the Replicans Magistir were And I wâ—th you and Digs and Lecturers rest Far'd better then at Doctors Evan's feast Though absent yet I cannot choose but love And now my Muse would your Affection prove She once drank at your Wâ—ll but now she sings Her plainer Notes by the cold Cotswoâ—d sprâ—ngs With Couâ—teous Auditors her song may passe Though not such as Main's Cartwright's Waring's was VI. That he makes verses after forty To Amusius FLato's great Mâ—ster being post threescore The Music he neglected had before ' Gain pâ—actice Pray Sâ—r wherefore should not I At forty heare my Muses Melody I know the worst of Censurers are They That drink or drab ' stead of ingenious play VIII That he makes verses in sad times To Bibax ANd this is also laid amongst my Crimâ—s That I make Verses in these mournfull times Why I can mouâ—n in veise and if I laugh 'T is more excusable then with thee to quaffe VIII Quicquid conabar dicere 〈…〉 WOnder of nature Ovid so sweet so terse Opens his lâ—ps and there leaps out a Verse When others cannot work out any yet Their thicker skuls continually they beat They labâ—uâ— but effect not whose dull Art Cannot supply ingenious Natures part IX To Dr. Fuller NOr Holy War nor yet thy Holy State Our Hâ—luâ—es Appetite can satiate But we expect not vainly after all Thy History Ecclesiasticall Some say 't is now come out sure it hath been Long promised and 't is high time 't were seen Yet 't were ingrate to charge Thee with delay Though slow yet sure in weighty Gold thou 't pay And this thy Glorious recompence shall bee Fame shall perpetuate thy large Memory X. The saying of a King of France THe King once in a Church a Tomb did see Stately and rich over an enemy An English Knight Sir said â— Courtier will You have it raz'd for it is very ill An En'my shou'd ly thus The King said No Would all mine Enemies were buried so XI On the Death of Sir William Croft To Col. Wroughton â—Roth I have quite forgot the Castle now Where Skydmore's Men met such an overthrow The wisest are not as we see of late Nor valiant'st ever the most fortunate But
Den Printers finisht De â—ithâ—ali Or have they faild Then let the books disease Frequent with writers on the Printers ceaze What to the pious Father Death did give Will make the Son amongst bâ—st Authors live XXXVII Eidem Domino Gualt Charltono M. R. CHarltonus is qui Helmontium pridem dedit Nuperque nobis reddidu Helmoâ—tium Hunc pulâ—â—ris miranda Sympathetâ—â—i Hunc eruditis exprimentem pagâ—â—s Medentium de Fluxibus Lapsus graâ—es Iam nunc Suum de Lapide secreto librum Donâ—ssâ— luce publicum gaudet Borum O Autor annumerande Chaâ—ltonis â—uâ—s O abditâ praclarcor Gemmâ â—â—ber Et Vivat Autor et liber Vâ—â—at diu XXXVIII To Mr. Edmund Bower SO many Friends nam'd yet not til this hower One verse bestow'd upon my honourd Boner Sir I am glad you again feed the Oxe And ventur'd not upon the Irish rocks No Ground for yâ—u though the beyond-sea sun Shine clear can be so fit as Alverton Long live there you 'r a Man the Scriptures bless A faithfull Trusteâ— for the Fatherless XXXVIII To the worthy Persons mention'd in these papers AN antient writer flatterd himself that He Should give his Friends an Immortality Whom in his Books he mention'd Be it farr From me to glory thus Your Good Names are Immortal of themselves If my Muse live Your Names her life and estimation give XXXIX Mro Ric. Hillo T. B. SEntentias qui veterum bene memor tenes â—â—qus Cor aâ—cem nulla nunc possunt mala Penetrare â—â—â—ctas sed manes recti tenax Si quando samis Hilaritatis poculum Admitte quaeso Musas in Coetum ut soles Has sobrtas in â—â—am et siccas Musas meas Sic Hilariores floreant Musae Tuae XL. To Mr. Edmund Waller A Wit and Poet'â— no reproach To you Both Titles if no anâ— One are due Your Nâ—me shall be enrolled Sir among Best English Poets who write smooth and strong I know a man had rather with your wit Be th' happy Author of a Poâ—m yet He studied â—ong by the fair stream of Ouse Than be some potent Prince or One o th' House XLI A physic Note A Son of Galen's in a Physic book Bids the physician for a Med'cin look In the next hedge to 's patunt Ready ease Nature provides for every climes disease If sâ— our Hawling-Men when sick may see In â—nula campane theâ—r Remedy Here 's enough of it which doth uselessly For They 'r sâ—arce sick til by mere Age they dy XLII To Mr I. C. physician When once I walkt with you thorugh Gloster street Some of the poorer sort we chanc'd to meet My life you sav'd Good Master Comberline God bless you said another You sav'd mine If we did know all your poor patients names How should we magnity your Goodness James The Rich from you have dear Health cheaply bought The Poor have skil and Medicin too for nought XLIII To D. Merret MY Garden Sir is yet or'e-spred with weeds Please you to send me some of your rare seeds I shal prepare the Ground But send in time And of such Planâ—s as love a colder clime That I may know the plant not seed alone Pâ—â—y send me Spigels Introduction T wil be Entertainment for a Friend to tell In what Disease my Herbs will make him well And walking by the banks to describe what They are One's good for this T'other for that At last I 'le add when the best Herbs I show Al these I to my Merrets bount owe Merret who runs the names and vertues o're Of these plants yes aâ—d of a thousand more And can declare which what disease wil cure At the first sight even by the Signature XLIV To M Alex. Weld When you were in our Country last Rent-day You pleasd to say Sometime you 'd take your way By my House Pray Sir when you come down next Perform and make your promise true as Text. Though my Avaro's pay not well their Dues You shall be fâ—asted by my bounteous Muse And what you find deficient among The frâ—gal Dishes shee'â— supply with song That you may say when you retuâ—n at ware Though not your palate I did feast your Eare. XLV To Mr F. B. FUâ—co I know albeit you 'r wise and Grave You so much of your old Humanity have To let me tell you of the time when You And wâ—ll and Robin and I and 'tother Crew Oâ— fellowes bony fire-nightâ— past i th' Hall They from our now-strong-garrison'd City call Oft have we discours'd 'ore â— Zegedine Of Dâ—â—ble and now and then a pot of wine Oft have we made a â—unto o're the Can Offending nor the State nor Priscian For in our Mitth we ever careful were To please th' Historicall Prelector Whear Now wee ' r disperst and perhaps grown more wise Yet our old merâ—y Meetings recognize Our present Graviâ—y will not go less Though we our youthly vanity confess The Enemy can find nought if he will Search for 't but what he may preach at Corn hill XLVI Upon Lent OUr Country folk are very retinent Of some old Customs yet wil not keep Lent Upon Shrove-Tuesday they do feast and play But on Ash-wednesday they 'l not fast and pray So prone we are our wanton flesh to please But care not much to cure the Souls disease XLVII To Mr W. T. NOli timere familiam pascet tuam Nolo timere familiam pascet meam Wil. you did say There is no hurt i th' rest But of my versâ—s these two are the best If Grotius whose verses finely go Were ' live again to write he would write so O say not Gâ—otius would write like me 'T is too much praise to write two lines as HE. XLVIII To the same A Sermon Note WIll I remember eight years now are past Preaching at Hereford great Church at last You did inferr by way of Application Out of judicious Hooker this Citation The time will come a word with Meekness fit Shall be preferr'd to a volum of sharp wit For th' use of all the Brethren of our Coat I have revived here this good old Note XLIX To the Critics I Am not as the Lord Mountaigny He In whose Essayes so large Impressions be Of his peculiar disposition Yet have I giv'n my poor Muse a Commission To tell some private â—ales and made no doubt To put my own Pedantic humors out Kind Readers think not mine the dullest Pen That writes if they meet one good Verse in ten Ye sons of Priscian pray with favour read Lest my bold Scholars break your Father's Head L. An excuse OFten I ride o're Englands coldest Hill And meet with many a blast enough to chill A stronger Muse nevertheless my dame Keeps company and remains still the same She shorts my way and when no other 's lent Her own self is sufficient Argument Now shee 'd excuse some Verses hard pac'd are Because made on my poor old trotting Mare LI. Herbert and Crashaw WHen into Herbert's Temple I ascend By