So have I seen some tender slip, On her haft'ning funeral. Gentle Lady, may thy grave After this thy travel fore Sweet reft seise thee evermore, 35 40 45 That to give the world increase, 50 Shorten'd haft thy own life's leafe. That thy noble house doth bring, 55 And fome flowers, and fome bays, For thy herfe, to ftrow the ways, Sent thee from the banks of Came, Devoted to thy virtuous name; 60 Whilft thou, bright faint, high sitst in glory, Next her much like to thee in story, That That fair Syrian fhepherdess, Of blazing Majesty and Light: There with thee, new welcome Saint, IX. SONG. On MAY MORNING. Now 65 70 5 OW the bright morning ftar, day's harbinger, 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 boaft thy bleffing. Thus we falute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. ΤΟ On X. On SHAKESPEAR. 1630. WH HAT needs my Shakespear for his honor'd Or that his hallow'd reliques fhould be hid Dear fon of memory, great heir of fame, 5 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. 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 Hobfon; Death hath broke his girt, HER lies oldalon Death hath broke his And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt, Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a flough, and overthrown. 'Twas 'Twas fuch a fhifter, that if truth were known, 5 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. In the kind office of a chamberlin 14 Show'd him his room where he muft lodge that night, Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light: If any ask for him, it shall be said, Hobson has fupt and's newly gone to bed. H XII. Another on the fame. ERE 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 ftill jogg on and keep his trot, Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime Bb 5 ΙΟ Reft Reft 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 haften'd on his term. 15 Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd, But vow, though the crofs doctors all flood hearers, Only remains this superscription. 30 L'A L |