APHORISMS. CVII. TRUE FRIENDSHIP. Wilt thou my true friend be? CVIII. CRUELTY BASE IN COMMANDERS. Nothing can be more loathsome, than to see Power conjoin'd with Nature's cruelty. CIX. LITTLE AND LOUD. Little you are; for woman's sake be proud; For my sake next, though little be not loud. CX. SHIPWRECK. He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale. I must confess, distinction none I see CCCC. TO HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW, MASTER JOHN WINGFIELD. For being comely, consonant, and free These I could praise thee for beyond another, ССССІ. TO THE HANDSOME MRS. GRACE POTTER. As is your name, so is your comely face There is not one least solecism found; CCCCII. TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND, M. JO. WICKS. Since shed or cottage 1 have none, To sour the bread, and turn the beer Or should'st thou prize me as a dish Than to thy house be burdensome; Yet, in my depth of grief, I'd be One that should drop his beads for thee. CCCCIII. TO THE KING, UPON HIS TAKING OF LEICESTER. This day is yours, Great Charles! and in this war In her white stole, now victory does rest, Hold but her hands; you hold both hands and wings. CCCCIV. TO HIS FRIEND MASTER J. JINCKS. Love, love me now, because I place To live for ever with my Just. CCCCV. TO THE LORD HOPTON, ON HIS FIGHT IN CORNWALL. Go on, brave Hopton, to effectuate that CCCCVI. TO HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, M. SUSANNAH HERRICK. The person crowns the place; your lot doth fall How ere it fortuned, know, for truth, I meant CCCCVII. TO THE EARL OF WESTMORELAND. When my date's done, and my grey age must die; Nurse up, great lord, this my posterity; Weak though it be, long may it grow, and stand, Shor'd up by you, brave Earl of Westmoreland. |