Sir John Harrington Poems

Such colour had her face as when the sun
Shines in a watery cloud in pleasant spring;
And even as when the summer is begun
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Unthankfulness is that great sin,
Which made the devil and his angels fall:
Lost him and them the joys that they were in,
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I praised the speech, but cannot now abide it,
That warre is sweet to those that have not try'd it;
For I have proved it now and plainly see't,
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DEAR, I to thee this diamond commend,
In which a model of thyself I send.
How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth,
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Against bad tongues goodness cannot defend her,
Those be most free from faults they least will spare,
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MY Mall, in your short absence from this place,
Myself here dining at your mother's board,
Your little son did thus begin his grace,
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