TO LIVE FREELY.

LET's live in hast; use pleasures while we may; Co'd life return, 'twod never lose a day.

SPUNGE makes his boasts that he's the onely man Can hold of beere and ale an ocean;

Is this his glory? then his triumph's poore;

I know the Tunne of Hidleberge holds more.

HIS ALMES.

HERE, here I live,
And somewhat give
Of what I have

To those who crave.
Little or much,

My Almnes is such;
But if my deal
Of oyl and meal
Shall fuller grow,
More Ile bestow.

Mean time, be it

E'en but a bit,

Or else a crum,

The scrip hath some.

UPON HIMSELF.

COME, leave this loathed country-life, and then
Grow up to be a Roman citizen.

Those mites of time, which yet remain unspent,
Waste thou in that most civill government.
Get their comportment, and the gliding tongue
Of those mild men thou art to live among;
Then being seated in that smoother sphere,
Decree thy everlasting topick there;
And to the farm-house nere return at all,
Though granges do not love thee, cities shall.

TO ENJOY THE TIME.

WHILE Fate permits us, let's be merry ;

Passe all we must the fatall ferry;

And this our life, too, whirles away,

With the rotation of the day.

UPON LOVE.

LOVE, I have broke
Thy yoke;

The neck is free:

But when I'm next

Love vext,

Then shackell me.

'Tis better yet
To fret

The feet or hands;
Then to enthrall,
Or gall

The neck with bands.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY,
EARLE OF WESTMORLAND.

You are a lord, an earle, nay more, a man,
Who writes sweet numbers well as any can;
If so, why then are not these verses hurl'd,
Like Sybels leaves, throughout the ample world?
What is a jewell, if it be not set

Forth by a ring, or some rich carkanet?

But being so, then the beholders cry,

See, see a jemme, as rare as Bælus eye.
Then publick praise do's runne upon the stone,
For a most rich, a rare, a precious one.
Expose your jewels then unto the view,

That we may praise them, or themselves prize you.
Vertue conceal'd, with Horace you'l confesse,
Differs not much from drowzie slothfullnesse.

THE PLUNDER.

I AM of all bereft,

Save but some few beanes left,

Whereof, at last, to make
For me and mine a cake;
Which eaten, they and I
Will say our grace, and die.

LITTLENESSE NO CAUSE OF LEANNESSE.

ONE feeds on lard, and yet is leane;
And I, but feasting with a beane,
Grow fat and smooth: The reason is,
Jove prospers my meat more then his.

UPON ONE WHO SAID SHE WAS ALWAYES YOUNG.

You say y'are young; but when your teeth are told To be but three, black-ey'd, wee'l thinke y'are old.

HUNCKS has no money, he do's sweare or say,
About him, when the tavern shot's to pay.
If he has none in's pockets, trust me, Huncks
Has none at home in coffers, desks, or trunks.

THE JIMMALL RING; OR, TRUE-LOVE-KNOT.

THOU sent'st to me a true-love-knot; but I
Return'd a ring of jimmals, to imply
Thy love had one knot, mine a triple tye.

THE PARTING VERSE, OR CHARGE TO HIS SUPPOSED WIFE, WHEN HE TRAVELLED.

Go hence, and with this parting kisse,

Which joins two souls, remember this;

Though thou beest young, kind, soft, and faire,

And may'st draw thousands with a haire,

Yet let these glib temptations be

Furies to others, friends to me.

Looke upon all; and though on fire

Thou set'st their hearts, let chaste desire
Steere thee to me; and thinke, me gone,

In having all, that thou hast none.
Nor so immured wo'd I have

Thee live, as dead and in thy grave;
But walke abroad, yet wisely well
Stand for my comming, sentinell ;
And think, as thou do'st walke the street,
Me or my shadow thou do'st meet.
I know a thousand greedy eyes
Will on thy features tirannize,

In

my short absence; yet behold

Them like some picture, or some mould
Fashion'd like thee; which though 't'ave eares

And eyes, it neither sees or heares.
Gifts will be sent, and letters, which

Are the expressions of that itch,
And salt, which frets thy suters; fly
Both, lest thou lose thy liberty;