Works

Fair was the dawn, and but e'en now the skies
Show'd like to cream inspir'd with strawberries,
But on a sudden all was chang'd and gone
That smil'd in that first sweet complexion....

Smooth was the sea, and seem'd to call
Two pretty girls to play withal:
Who paddling there, the sea soon frown'd,
And on a sudden both were drown'd.
What credit can we give to seas,...

What here we hope for, we shall once inherit;
By faith we all walk here, not by the Spirit.

Faith is a thing that's four-square; let it fall
This way or that, it not declines at all.

He who wears blacks, and mourns not for the dead,
Does but deride the party buried.

'Tis still observ'd that fame ne'er sings
The order, but the sum of things.

To print our poems, the propulsive cause
Is fame - the breath of popular applause.

Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear
Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper;
Thaw'd are the snows; and now the lusty Spring
Gives to each mead a neat enamelling;...

Man must do well out of a good intent;
Not for the servile fear of punishment.

Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed:
The coward then takes arms and does the deed.

Of both our fortunes good and bad we find
Prosperity more searching of the mind:
Felicity flies o'er the wall and fence,
While misery keeps in with patience.

Every time seems short to be
That's measured by felicity;
But one half-hour that's made up here
With grief, seems longer than a year.

Many we are, and yet but few possess
Those fields of everlasting happiness.

Preposterous is that order, when we run
To ask our wages ere our work be done.

What is't that wastes a prince? example shows,
'Tis flattery spends a king, more than his foes.

In's Tusc'lans, Tully doth confess,
No plague there's like to foolishness.

Fortune's a blind profuser of her own,
Too much she gives to some, enough to none.

Fortune did never favour one
Fully, without exception;
Though free she be, there's something yet
Still wanting to her favourite.

Health is the first good lent to men;
A gentle disposition then:
Next, to be rich by no by-ways;
Lastly, with friends t' enjoy our days.

God He refuseth no man, but makes way
For all that now come or hereafter may.