The broadening of the light is like a strain
Of mellow music from a golden horn
Set to the huntsman's lips, who now is fain
To play hunt's up , and wake the drowsy morn.

Severely pleas'd, and heedless of its smart,
When idly, you torment my doating heart,
Then, trust me, to Yourself you're cruel grown,
For ah! dear maid! that heart is — all your own .

High seated on thy golden throne above,
The sister and the spouse of thundering Jove, —
Daughter of Rhea! heaven's immortal queen,
In form excelling and majestic mien;
With equal zeal by all the gods ador'd,
As aegis-bearing Jove, Olympus' lord.

Why , still so anxious, friend of mine,
To seek the mystic aid of Nine ?
Thy prospect, and thy Patron gone,
'Tis time to think of Number O NE .

Original , and Copy, too,
Seem closely with the Art acquainted;
The likeness, therefore, is quite true,
For both are — very highly painted .

With angel-face, and faultless form,
How strange! that you're not to my liking;
Yet, when you cuff your spouse, and storm,
I own your beauty, — vastly striking!

Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look
In the pages of my book;
And, as these thy hand doth turn,
Know here is my funeral urn.

Upon Lamb[er]ts repo[rted] to be Gen[eral] &c: s.x. before

'Twas not in vaine the Antients all
Usd Ramms to batter down a wall
Since now our modern warrs doe teach
The use of hornes to make a breach
And Cuckolds prove the only Thinges
To rayse Rebellion, put down Kinges.

Robin for Poesy to a wedding ring hath Cupio or I desire

Surely the God of love did him inspire
With a Conceipt that must not be said noe
Whilst that but symbol was o'th't'other thing
Wishes as thoughts are free
Let O be Alpha and Omega P.

Commissioners for the Irish affaires

Whilst all those Lords and Commons heads ere round
Intrusted are I'th'Irish affairs
Let such as list for me venter for ground
My head as dealing's square: I'le to my prayers
And thos shall be, that whilst wee conquest muse
Wee not forget what Christ prayed for the Jewes.