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recreations for vacant houres, not the grand businesse of his soule.
To the former Qualifications I might adde that which would crowne them all, his rare moderation in diet (almost Lessian temperance) be never created a Muse out of distempers, nor (with our Canary scribblers) cast any strange mists of surfets before the Intelectuall beames of his mind or memory, the latter of which, he was so much a master of, that he had there under locke and key in readinesse, the richest treasures of the best Greek and Latine Poets, some of which Authors bee had more at his command by heart, than others that onely read their works, to retaine little, and understand lesse.
Enough Reader, I intend not a volume of praises larger than his booke, nor need I longer transport thee to think over bis vast perfe&tions, I will conclude all that I have impartially writ of this Learned young Gent. (now dead to us) as he himselfe doth, with the last line of bis Poem upon Bishop Andrews Pieture before his Sermons
-Look on his following leaves, and see him breath.
Hat bright soft thing is this
A moist sparke it is,
O'tis not a teare,
From thine eye its spheare,
How sad so e're
The Rose buds sweet lip kisses;
5. Such the Maiden gem By the wanton spring put on,
Peeps from her Parent stem, And blushes on the watry Sun: This watry blossome of thy Eyne, Ripe, will make the richer Wine.
Faire drop, why quak'st thou so?
In the dust? Ô no,
Sweetly shalt thou lye,
There thy selfe shalt bee
On the water of our Lords Baptisme.
Is wash't it self, in washing him:
On the baptized Æthiopian.
To wash an Æthiope:
For his white soule is made;
A black-fac'd house will love.
On the miracle of multiplyed Loaves.
That under Hungers Teeth will needs be found,
What would ye more? Here food it selfe is fed.
Upon the Sepulcher of our Lord.
The Widows Mites.
Wo Mites, two drops, yet all her house and land
Falls from a steady heart though trembling hand :