The world the stage, the prologue, tears: The acts, vain hope, and varied fears. The scene shuts up with loss of breath, And leaves no epilogue but death. TO PATIENCE. Down! stormy passions, down! no more * Fall, easy patience, fall, like rest, Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast; And where those rebels you espy, O! in your silken cordage tie Their malice up! so shall I raise Altars to thank your power, and praise The sov'reign virtue of your balm, Which cures a tempest by a calm. THE SURRENDER. My once dear love, hapless that I no more Yet witness those clear vows which lovers make; Thy maiden faith, thy purpose fair and white * Like turtle doves Dislodged from their haunts, we must in tears In this last kiss I here surrender thee Back to thyself; so thou again art free. The truest heart that lover e'er did lend. As the divorc'd soul from her body parts. THES My once dear love, Must call thee so, t That fed on hopes. Like sums of trea We, that did not. To love each o Rose with del Must learn t! We, that did Beyond ours As if not v Yet witne Witness: Into un Which "Tis n Thy i As t Us Fe * [ #break the windows which the Whore Babylon hath painted, when the popish saints are down, Then Barrow shall be sainted: re's neither cross, nor crucifix, shall stand for men to see; 's trash and trumperies shall go down, d hey! then up go we! 'll down with all the Varsities, Where learning is profess'd, cause they practise and maintain The language of the beast: We'll drive the doctors out of doors, And arts, whate'er they be; We'll cry both arts and learning down, If once that Anti-christian crew And keep the gentry down. Good manners have an ill report, And turn to pride, we see ; ' therefore cry good manners down, hey! then up go we! H |