ON THE SEXTON WHO RUNG HIS own KNELL .

Let no rude profligate dare laugh
At th' head-piece of this epitaph;
'Tis true — — for as old John-a-Nokes
Peal'd out the bell with solemn strokes,
It fell, — (no hand was by to save!)
Announc'd his death, and form'd his grave.

A posy upon a weeks absence from her

What breath the dampe
Of soe great absence doth allowe
I heer instampe
And signe it from my hart a vowe
It is short-winded, yet I long for you.

In Venice once they lived and loved —
Fair women with their red-gold hair —
Their twinkling feet to music moved,
In Venice where they lived and loved,
And all Philosophy disproved,
While hope was young and life was fair,
In Venice where they lived and loved.

As a cloud, O Lord, let me float!
Over the village let me go
And into the village, like fine rain
Let me fall, far below
How my child is dressed I fain would see;
She sits in the Orphan's seat, I know;
But she's robed as a lady of high degree!

Epigram: Upon one Beal a minister that took the Covenant thinking therby to save and hould his living but being discovered lost it and soe was deceived

Beal coming wher the Covenant was a guiving
Swallows it, rather than He'd loose his living
But when 'twas known upon what tearms he took it
They bid him for his living goe look it
Whoso playes fast and loose with God's not fit
T'partake of Benefice or benefit.

Ad Scoto Brittannum cui Carolus noster novum operaturus

Opus se subtraxit — May-5: 1646 Englisht thus

What wonder ist the King to th'Scots is fled
When by the English He was borrowed
Soe now's restored: that all their debts pay thus
I'de wish our Brethren send him back to us.

'Tis folly to rejoice and boast
How small a price my Bible cost;
The day of judgment will make clear
'Twas very cheap — or very dear.

Ben Jhonson Drunk

Stand foot stand my foot, least slipping thou'rt misled
Stand fast or else these stones may prove thy bed.

Love plumes his wings to fly away,
And laughs to scorn our idle pain:
Ah, vain it is to laugh and pray!
Love plumes his wings to fly away:
What prayer of ours his flight can stay
When, mocking us with high disdain,
Love plumes his wings to fly away,
And laughs to scorn our idle pain?

So blithely rose the happy day
When you and I began to kiss,
The birds believed December May,
So blithely rose the happy day,
And blossoms bloomed along our way,
Though it was time for snow, I wis, —
So blithely rose the happy day
When you and I began to kiss.