The martial pageant that absorbed our gaze
And fired my pulses, when the gladdened air
Quickened with joy the sun's majestic rays,
All disappeared! All save thy face so fair,
Which seemed to say, " A desert at the best
Is life, o'er which the floating mirage-gleams
Incite our paces, until we find rest
Beside some angel of our better dreams. "

In vain, satyric tomes, you write,
Your verses hurt not, 'faith,
But recipes in prose indite!
— — Your prose is instant death.

Upon Jack, Tom, Will, and Dick

Jack would live Batchelour yet neds must wive
Tom goes although hee'l neither Lead nor drive
Will from his charge roavs and Condemned is
Dick stayes at marke and that is judg'd a miss
Will Tom Dick Jack may well examples bee
To point out this worlds mutability.

The Cosmography of this County It alwares in former times stood distinguished by Longetude of east and West and yet held paralell the Hundreds to all services but now it is Lancht wounded and cut through by so many miridian Lines hott fiery Zealots or rather bonte feux firebrands of Cisme and seeds men of all seditions that it accknowledges noe bounding Tropicks but strives to Lay Levell in the Equator both Day and night a Like Pesant and Peer noe difference twixt Thrones and Coblers Bulkes nor is it girt thin other then the Torrid Zone and Soe spitts Flames-fire and Sword gainst Crowns and Sc

Because your books are richly bound,
You feel a scholar through and through?
Then one Cremona, smooth and sound,
Might make a fiddler of you, too!

The jolly members of a toping club,
Like pipestaves, are but hoop'd into a tub;
And in a close confederacy link,
For nothing else, but only to hold drink.

Do not mine affection slight,
'Cause my locks with age are white:
Your breasts have snow without, and snow within,
While flames of fire in your bright eyes are seen.

To Sir A W Clerk of the Kitt[chen] to KJ Upon his well cookt Dish — now in print calld the Gut of K. James

Reader behold what past times did afford
Heer set before ye on this dresser-bord
Where thou mayst find both Coke and Bacon which in
Good Diets Clerkship would commend the Kitchin
Then tell me ever if thou Knewst a Man
Write stronger from the spitt or dryping pann

Could Kate for Dick compose the gordian string,
The Tyburn knot how near the nuptial ring!
A loving wife, obedient to her vows,
I bound in duty to exalt her spouse.

Would honest Tom G — — d get rid of a scold,
The torture, the plague of his life!
Pray tell him to take down his lion of gold,
And hang up his brazen-fac'd wife.