R  are   type   of   genti-ie,    and   true  Vertues   star  R

0  ne  entire  pajTnent  of  the  zeale  wee  O
B  reake  stOl  the  best  threades  of  oui-  busie  we  B
E  ^ill  the  Sluses  with  griev'd  mindes  agre  E
R  uth,  more  than  youth,  and  rather  crie  than  quave  E
T  is  said  of  some  things,  that  the  last  is  bes  T
N  0   praise,   but  pardon  to  oui-  new-found  strai  N

1  will  enforce  my  leaden  thoughts  to  fl  I
C  loude-high,  to  grave  it,  in  a  diamond  ro  C
0  n  every  thing,  forbeares  the  Muses  th  O
L  ost  with  their  lives,  their  lives  memorial  L
S  weet  learning,  yet,  keeps  fresh  their  famous  storie  S
O  ur  verse,  yom-  vertues  shall  eternize  to  O
N  othing   a   whit   more   cleare    than   radiant   su  N


But  this  sonnet  is  daintier  : —

THE    BROKEN   CHARM.
Thrice  toss  these  oaken  ashes  in  the  air,

And  thrice  three  times  tie-up  this  true  love-knot ;

Thrice  sit  thee  down  in  this  enchanted  chair,
And  murmur  soft.  She  wiU,  or  she  will  not.
Go  burn  these  poisoned  weeds  in  that  blue  fire,
This  cj-prcss  gathered  at  a  dead  man's  grave ;

These  screech-owl's  feathers,  and  this  pricking  briar.
That  aU  thy  thorny  cares  an  end  may  have.
Then  come  you  fairies  dance  with  me  a  round :
Dance  in  this  circle,  let  my  love  be  centre ;

Melodiously  breathe  out  a  charming  sound  :

Melt  her  hard  heart,  that  some  remorse  may  enter.
In  vain  are  all  the  charms  I  can  devise !
She  hath  an  art  to  break  them  with  her  eyes.
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TO  A.D.   1625.]


SHORTER   POEMS.
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And  this:-


ABIDING    LOVE.
