This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1846 Excerpt: ... And thou, Saint Ben, shalt be Writ in my Psalter. Poverty and Riches. Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find, Riches to be but burthens to the mind. Again. WHo with a little cannot be content, Endures an everlasting punishment. The Covetous still Captives. LEt's live with that final pittance that we have; Who covets more, is evermore a stave. Lawes. WHen Lawes full power have to sway, we see Little or no part there of Tyrannic Of Love. Ihe get me hence, Because no fence, . Or Fort that I can make here; But Love by charmes, Or else by Armes Will storme, or starving take here. Upon Cock. COck calls his Wife his Hen: when Cock goes too't, Cock treads his Hen, but treads her under-foot. To his Muse. GO wooe young Charles no more to looke, Then but to read this in my Booke: How Herrick beggs, if that he can-Not like the Muse; to love the man, Who by the Shepheards, sung, long since, The Starre-led-birth of Charles the Prince. The bad Season makes the Poet fad. DU11 to my selfe, and almost dead to these My many fresh and fragrant Mistresses: Lost to all Mustek now; since every thing Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing. Sick is the Land to'th' heart; and doth endure More dangerous faintings by her desp'rate cure. But if that golden Age wo'd come again, And Charles here Rule, as he before did Raign; If smooth and unperplext the Seasons were, As when the Sweet Maria lived here: I sho'd delight to have my Curles halfe drown'd In Tyrian Dewes, and Head with Roses crown'd. And once more yet (ere I am laid out dead) Knock at a Starre with my exalted Head. To Vulcan. THy sooty Godhead, I desire Still to be ready with thy fire: That sho'd my Booke despised be, Acceptance it might find of thee. Like Pattern, like People. THis is the height of justice, that to doe T..