So have I seen some tender flip, Sav'd with care from winter's nip, On her haft'ning funeral. Gentle Lady, may thy grave 35 40 45 That thy noble house doth bring, And some flowers, and fome bays, ways, 55 Sent thee from the banks of Came, Devoted to thy virtuous name; 60 Whilst thou, bright Saint, high sitst in glory, Next her much like to thee in ftory, That That fair Syrian shepherdess, Who after years of barrenness, And at her next birth much like thee, Of blazing Majesty and Light: There with thee, new welcome Saint, SONG. IX. On MAY MORNING. 65 70 OW the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Now 5 Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm defire; Woods and groves are of thy dreffing, Hill and dale doth boast thy bleffing. Thus we falute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. 10 On X. On SHAKESPEAR. 1630. WH HAT needs my Shakespear for his honor'd Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid Dear fon of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou fuch weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Haft built thyself a live-long monument. For whilft to th' fhame of flow-endevoring art XI. 5 10 15 On the University Carrier, who ficken'd in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reafon of the plague. ERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt, HE And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt, Or elfe the ways being foul, twenty to one, 'Twas 5 "Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known, Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull. And thinking now his journey's end was come, In the kind office of a chamberlin IO Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light: If any ask for him, it shall be faid, Hobson has fupt and's newly gone to bed. H XII. Another on the fame. ERE lieth one, who did most truly prove 16 That he could never die while he could move; So hung his destiny, never to rot While he might still jogg on and keep his trot, Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 5 IO Reft Reft that gives all men life, gave him his death, Too long vacation haften'd on his term. Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd, 15 20 Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; Only remains this superscription. 25 30 L'A L |