TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE PHILIP, EARLE OF
PEMBROKE AND MONTGOMERIE.

How dull and dead are books, that cannot show
A Prince of Pembroke, and that Pembroke you!
You, who are high born, and a lord no lesse
Free by your fate, then fortune's mightinesse,
Who hung our poems, honour'd sir, and then
The paper gild, and laureat the pen.
Nor suffer you the poets to sit cold,

But warm their wits, and turn their lines to gold.
Others there be, who righteously will swear
Those smooth-pac't numbers, amble every where ;
And these brave measures go a stately trot;
Love those like these; regard, reward them not.
But you, my lord, are one whose hand along
Goes with your mouth, or do's outrun your tongue,
Paying before you praise, and cockring wit,
Give both the gold and garland unto it.

A HYMNE TO JUNO.

STATELY goddesse, do thou please,
Who art chief at marriages,

But to dresse the bridall bed,
When my love and I shall wed;
And a peacock proud shall be

UPON MEASE. EPIG.

MEASE brags of pullets which he eats; but Mease Ne'r yet set tooth in stump, or rump of these.

UPON SAPHO, SWEETLY PLAYING AND SWEETLY

SINGING.

WHEN thou do'st play, and sweetly sing,
Whether it be the voice or string,

Or both of them, that do agree

Thus to entrance and ravish me;

This, this I know, I'm oft struck mute,
And dye away upon thy lute.

UPON PASKE, A DRAPER.

PASKE, though his debt be due upon the day,
Demands no money by a craving way;

For why, sayes he, all debts and their arreares
Have reference to the shoulders, not the eares.

CHOP-CHERRY.

THOU gav'st me leave to kisse,
Thou gav'st me leave to wooe;
Thou mad'st me thinke by this,
And that, thou lov'dst me too.

TO THE MOST LEARNED, WISE, AND ARCH-
ANTIQUARY, M. JOHN SELDEN.

I WHO have favour'd many, come to be
Grac't, now at last, or glorifi'd by thee.
Loe, I, the lyrick prophet, who have set
On many a head the Delphick coronet,
Come unto thee for laurell, having spent
My wreaths on those who little gave or lent.
Give me the Daphne, that the world may know it,
Whom they neglected thou hast crown'd a poet.
A city here of heroes I have made,

Upon the rock, whose firm foundation laid,

Shall never shrink; where making thine abode,
Live thou a Selden, that's a demi-god.

UPON HIMSELF.

THOU shalt not all die; for while love's fire shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines;
And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's
Fame, and his name, both set and sing his lyricks.

UPON WRINKLES.

WRINKLES no more are, or no lesse
Then beauty turn'd to sowernesse.

UPON PRIGG.

PRIGG, when he comes to houses, oft doth use,
Rather then fail, to steal from thence old shoes;
Sound or unsound, be they rent or whole,
Prigg bears away the body and the sole.

UPON MOON.

MOON is an usurer, whose gain
Seldome or never knows a wain;
Onely Moon's conscience we confesse,
That ebs from pittie lesse and lesse.

PRAY AND PROSPER.

FIRST offer incense, then thy field and meads
Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads.
The spangling dew dreg'd o're the grasse shall be
Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee.
Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oile,
Shall run as rivers all throughout thy soyl.
Wod'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mold?
Pray once, twice pray, and turn thy ground to gold.

HIS LACHRIMÆ, OR MIRTH TURN'D TO MOURNING.

CALL me no more,

As heretofore,

The musick of a feast ;

Since now, alas,

The mirth that was

In me, is dead or ceast.

Before I went

To banishment

Into the loathed west,

I co'd rehearse

A lyrick verse,
And speak it with the best.

But time, ai me !

Has laid, I see,
My organ fast asleep;

And turn'd my voice

Into the noise

Of those that sit and weep.

UPON SHIFT.

SHIFT now has cast his clothes; got all things new, Save but his hat, and that he cannot mew.