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Sonnet. To Patience

Down stormy passions, down; no more
Let your rude waves invade the shore
Where blushing reason sits and hides

On The Earl Of Essex

Essex twice made unhappy by a Wife,
Yet Marry'd worse unto the Peoples strife:
He who by two Divorces did untie

Upon A Table-Book Presented To A Lady

VVhen your fair hand receives this little book
You must not there for prose or verses look.
Those empty regions which within you see,

Psalm Cxvii.

O all ye Nations record,
The Praises of the Lord;
Ye people through the Universe,
Your Makers praise rehearse.

Sonnet. Tell Me You Stars That Our Affections Move

Tell me you stars that our affections move,
Why made ye me that cruell one to love?
Why burnes my heart her scorned sacrifice,

But is it true, the Court mislik't the Play,
That Christ-Church and the Arts have lost the day;
That Ignoramus should so far excell,

Upon A Braid Of Hair In A Heart Sent By Mrs. E. H.

In this small Character is sent
My Loves eternal Monument.
Whil'st we shall live, know, this chain'd Heart
Is our affections counter-part.

To My Dead Friend Ben Johnson

I see that wreath which doth the wearer arm
'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder, is no charm
To keep off deaths pale dart. For, Johnson then

To A. R. Vpon The Same

Not that I would instruct or tutor you
What is a Wifes behest, or Husbands due,
Give I this Widdow-Wife. Your early date


Fair one, why cannot you an old man love?
He may as useful, and more constant prove.
Experience shews you that maturer years

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