Not that I would instruct or tuto… What is a Wifes behest, or Husban… Give I this Widdow-Wife. Your ea… Of knowledge makes such Precepts… This book is but your glass, where…

Should we our Sorrows in this Met… Oft as Misfortune doth their Subj… And to the sev’ral Losses which b… Pay diff’rent Rites at ev’ry Fune… Like narrow Springs drain’d by di…

Sad Relick of a blessed Soul! who… We sealed up in this religious dus… O do not thy low Exequies suspect As the cheap arguments of our negl… ’Twas a commanded duty that thy gr…

In this small Character is sent My Loves eternal Monument. Whil’st we shall live, know, this… Is our affections counter-part. And if we never meet, think I

So soon grown old! hast thou been… Poor earth, once by my Love inhab… And must I live to calculate the… To which thy blooming youth could… But fell in the ascent! yet have n…

1 Accept, thou shrine of my de… 2 Instead of dirges, this comp… 3 And for sweet flow’rs to cro… 4 From thy griev’d friend, who… 5 Quite melted into tears for…

How long vain Hope do’st thou my… Say! must my expectation know no e… Thou wast more kind unto the wandr… Who did ten years his Wife and Co… Ten lazy Winters in my glass are…

A prison is in all things like a g… Where we no better priviledges hav… Then dead men, nor so good. The s… Lives freer now, then when she was… In walls of flesh; and though she…

Since thou hast view’d some Gorgo… A solid stone: To bring again to softness thy har… Is past my art. Ice may relent to water in a thaw;

Call for amazed thoughts, a wounde… And bleeding Hearts at our Intell… Call for that Trump of Death the… Which kills the Hearers: This bef… Our Story which through times vas…

If in this Glass of Humours you d… The Passions or diseases of your… Here without pain, you safely may… Though not to suffer, yet to read… But if you nothing meet you can ap…

Praise ye the Lord, your Songs ad… To praise His Holynes: O praise Him in His pow’rs extent… Who rules the firmament. Praise Him for all His acts of mi…

BRAVE flowers—that I could gall… And be as little vain! You come abroad, and make a harmle… And to your beds of earth again. You are not proud: you know your b…

Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy h… Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flo…

VVere I to leave no more then a g… Or but to hear the summons to my e… (Which I have long’d for) I could… Attire my grief in words, and so a… That passion in my bosom, which ou…