The meads with cowslip, honeysuckle 's dight, One hangs his head, the other stands upright, But both rejoice at th' heaven's clear smiling face, More at her showers, which water them a space. For fruits, my season yields, the early cherry, The hasty pease, and wholesome red strawberry. Epitaph for Queen ELIZABETH. HERE sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed, ANONYMOUS AUTHORESS. The following extract is made from a small volume in the British Museum, entitled Eliza's Babes, or the Virgin's Offering, being divine poems and meditations—written by a lady, who only desires to advance the glory of God and not her own. London. 12mo. 1652. To my Husband. WHEN from the world I shall be taen, Dress not the house with sable weed, As if there were some dismal deed There is no cause for me to mourn. And let no badge of herald be It was my glory I did spring From heaven's eternal powerful King; ANN COLLINS Wrote Divine songs and meditations, 1653. SONG. THE Winter being over, In order comes the Spring, Which doth green herbs discover, And cause the birds to sing. The night also expired, Then comes the morning bright, Which is so much desired By all that love the light. This may learn Them that mourn, To put their grief to flight: The Spring succeedeth Winter, And day must follow night. He therefore that sustaineth Affliction or distress, Which every member paineth, Let such therefore despair not, But on firm hope depend, Whose griefs immortal are not, And therefore must have end. They that faint With complaint Therefore are to blame : They add to their afflictions, And amplify the same. For if they could with patience Be inclined To unquietness, That only may be called He that is melancholy, |