But of Musaeus sure he better writ;
In writing lesse he needs must shew more wit.
Who writes not one loves song's, scarce wise; who more,
Unto Anticyra send for Hellebore .
The Spanish proverb onely here is true,
He's fool can't write one Sonnet, mad writes two.

Use and Memory Parents to Wisedome Epigram

Use out of Date and to Remember
Our Saviours Berth' (wont bless December)
Cride downe: what may we ludg by these?
But this: that Wisedome's in decrease
And certainly must Folly owne
When as Her parents are not known.

The pomp of Day and Night —
The sunset and the sun —
Thou, my own Heart's Delight,
Art Day and Night in one.

For art of memory, signs on Planets set,
Teach men themselves, and Planets to forget.
Are plac'd on Sigils, maladies to cure;
By monsters, Ague-like they'r frighted sure.
If 'tis in matter, in all metalls power.
If in the form, the scorpion may devour.
More wisely Theophrast did ╬£¤ë¤ü╬╣╬▒ write
On's Sigil; and for foolery it endite.

FOR DEAN SWIFT'S MONUMENT .

Say , to the Drapier's vast unbounded fame,
What added honours can the sculptor give?
None — 'tis a sanction from the Drapier's name
Must bid the sculptor and his marble live.

Who's both sequestred here of state and wit,
He in revenge to th' world would murder it;
Cries destiny, God Author makes of ill,
When by a cruel ignorance he doth kil.
Jure divino will this calling have;
Luke a Physician the prerogative gave;
Yet sure learn'd Bard , it will the contrary teach,
Not you Physitians, make Physitians preach.

Hic gliscit ars . Art may in vain intend,
Her nervs for knowledge, Glisson not her friend.
Knowledge enervate did and strengthlesse lye,
Til Glisson use did to the nerves supply.
The spirit more refin'd may now in vain,
Knowledge ith' circle, not progresse, complain:
Harvy , and Glisson , will force all confesse
Knowledge by circling, now's in the progresse.

FOR A CERTAIN LADY .

T O an old dotard's wretched arms betray'd,
The wife (miscall'd) is but a widow'd maid.
Young, and impatient at her wayward lot,
If the dull rules of duty are forgot,
Whatever ills from her defection rise,
The parent's guilty who compell'd the ties.

Pure Water, the emblem of Life,
Has been chosen and blest from above:
Pure Woman, the maid and the wife,
Is the source and the fountain of Love:
Pure thought, in the depths of the mind,
Rises cool and refreshing and clear.
May you have all these blessings combined!
One, at least, is awaiting you here.

A T last kind death has plac'd thy bones
With thy own precious worms and stones!