A TERNARY OF LITTLES UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLY SENT TO A LADY A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine. A little seed best fits a little soil, A little trade best fits a little toil, 5 As my small jar best fits my little oil. A little bin best fits a little bread, As my small stuff best fits my little shed. A little hearth best fits a little fire, ΙΟ A little chapel fits a little choir, As my small bell best fits my little spire. A little stream best fits a little boat, 15 A little meat best fits a little belly; A CONJURATION, TO ELECTRA By those soft tods of wool, The sober sorceress, While juice she strains, and pith, To make her philtres with; By time, that hastens on Things to perfection; In love with none but me. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 1648. UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see 5 1648. MODERATION In things a moderation keep: Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep. TO HIS SWEET SAVIOUR Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, The winds to blow the tedious night away, That I might see the cheerful peeping day. Sick is my heart: O Saviour! do Thou please 5 |