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So have I seen some tender slip,
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 show'r ;
But the fair blossom hangs the head
Side-ways as on a dying bed,
And those pearls of dew she wears,
Prove to be presaging tears,
Which the sad morn had let fall
On ber hast'ning funeral.

Gentle lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have;
After this thy travel sore
Sweet rest seize thee evermore,
That, to give the world increase,
Short'ned hast thy own life's lease.
Here, besides the sorrowing
That thy noble house doth bring,
Here be tears of perfect moan
Wept for thee in Helicon;
And some flowers, and some bays,
For thy herse, to strew the ways,
Sent thee from the banks of Came,
Devoted to thy virtuous name;
Whilst thou, bright Saint, high sit'st in glory,
Next her, much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian shepherdess,
Who, after years of barrepness,
The highly-favour'd Joseph bore
To him tbat 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:
There with thee, new welcome Saint,
Like fortones may her soul acquaint,
With thee there clad in radiant sheep,
NO Marchioness, but now a Queen.

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MAY MORNING.
NOW the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm degire;
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.

ON SHAKSPEARE. 1630.

WHAT needs my Shakspeare for his honour'd bones
The labour of an age in piled stones ?
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid ?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
For whilst, to th’ shame of slow-endeavouring art,
Thy easy numbers flow; and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book,
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took;
Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaviug,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
And, so se pálcher'd, in such ponip dost lie,
That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.

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XI. ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER, Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid

to go to London, by reason of the plague, HERE lies old Hobson ; Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter, that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had, any time this ten years full, Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and The Bull. And surely Death could never have prevail'd, Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd; 10 But lately finding him so long at home, And thinking now his journey's end was come, And that he had ta'en up his latest inn, In the kind office of a chamberlin Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, Pulld off his boots, and took away the light : 16 If any ask for him, it shall be said, * Hobson has supt, and's newly gone to bed.”

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ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
That he could never die while he could move;
So hung his destiny, never to rot,
While he might still jog on and keep his trot,
Made of sphere-metal, never to decay

5 Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time; And, like an engine mov'd with wheel and weight, His principles being ceas'd, he ended straighto 10 Vol. II.

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way.

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, 13
Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd;
“Nay," quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd,
“If I may’nt 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 bim 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 press'd 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

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Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas,
Tet (strange to think) his wain was his increase :
Hiis letters are deliver'd all and gone,
Only remains this superscription.

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HRNCE, leathed Melancholy, of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian care forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights

unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell,

Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings;

There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks,

es ragged as thy locks,

In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. But come, thou Goddess fair and free, In Heavn yelep'd Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth; Whom lovely Venus, at a birth, With two sister Graces more, To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore: Or whether (as some sager sing) The frolic wind, that breathes the spring, Zephyr, with Aurora playing, As he met her once a Maying ; There on beds of violets blue, The fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, (Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. / Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe; || And in thy night hand lead with thee, The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free; . To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tow'r in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine:

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