Ask not why hearts turn Magazines of passions, And why that grief is clad in sev'ral fashions; Why She on progress goes, and doth not borrow The smallest respite from th'extreams of sorrow,...
Alas slain is the Head of Israel, Illustrious Saul whose beauty did excell, Upon thy places mountainous and high, How did the Mighty fall, and falling dye?...
In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give, And when my soul these things abhorred, Then, Lord, Thou said'st unto me, "Live."
Lo now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth the Manly & Old age; The first son unto flegm, Grand-child to water, Unstable, supple, cold and moist's his nature....
The former four now ending their discourse, Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force, Lo other four step up, crave leave to show The native qualityes that from them flow:...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye...
The Fire, Air, Earth and Water did contest Which was the strongest, noblest and the best, Who was of greatest use and might'est force; In placide Terms they thought now to discourse,...
When time was young, & World in Infancy, Man did not proudly strive for Soveraignty: But each one thought his petty Rule was high, If of his house he held the Monarchy....
Another four I've left yet to bring on, Of four times four the last Quarternion The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the Spring, In season all these Seasons I shall bring:...
Stout Romulus, Romes founder, and first King, Whom vestal Rhea to the world did bring; His Father was not Mars as some devis'd, But 'mulus in Armour all disguiz'd:...
Cyrus Cambyses Son of Persia King, Whom Lady Mandana did to him bring, She daughter unto great Astiages, He in descent the seventh from Arbaces. Cambyses was of Achemenes race,...
Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me, or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same? Then may your worthy self from whom it came. The principle might yield a greater sum,...
Dear Sir of late delighted with the sight Of your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white, Of fairer Dames the Sun ne'r saw the face; Though made a pedestal for Adams Race;...
By duty bound, and not by custome led To celebrate the praises of the dead, My mournfull mind, sore prest, in trembling verse Presents my Lamentations at his Herse, Who was my Father, Guide, Instructor too,...