M. CRASHAWS

ANSWER

FOR HOPE.

Ear hope! earth's dowry, & heavn's debt!

Subtlest, but surest beeing! Thou by whom
Our nothing has a definition!

Substantiall shade! whose sweet allay

Blends both the noones of night & day.

Fates cannot find out a capacity

Of hurting thee.

From Thee their lean dilemma, with blunt horn,
Shrinkes, as the sick moon from the wholsome morn.
Rich hope! love's legacy, under lock
Of faith! still spending, & still growing stock!
Our crown-land lyes above yet each meal brings
A seemly portion for the sonnes of kings.
Nor will the virgin joyes we wed
Come lesse unbroken to our bed,

Because that from the bridall c[h]eek of blisse
Thou steal'st us down a distant kisse.

Hope's chast stealth harmes no more joye's maidenhead
Then spousal rites prejudge the marriage bed.

Fair hope! our earlyer heav'n by thee

Young time is taster to eternity.

Thy generous wine with age growes strong, not sowre.
Nor does it kill thy fruit, to smell thy flowre.

Thy golden, growing, head never hangs down
Till in the lappe of loves full noone

It falls; and dyes! o no, it melts away

As does the dawn into the day.

As lumpes of sugar loose themselves; and twine
Their supple essence with the soul of wine.

Summe

Fortune? alas, above the world's low warres
Hope walks; & kickes the curld heads of conspiring starres.
Her keel cutts not the waves where These winds stirr,
Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her.

Sweet hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy by thee
We are not WHERE nor What we be,

But WHAT & WHERE we would be. Thus art thou
Our absent PRESENCE, and our future Now.
Faith's sister! nurse of fair desire!

Fear's anti[dot]e! a wise & well-stay'd fire!
Temper twixt chill despair, & torrid joy!
Queen Regent in yonge love's minority!

Though the vext chymick vainly chases
His fugitive gold through all her faces;
Though love's more feirce, more fruitlesse, fires assay
One face more fugitive then all they;

True hope's a glorious hunter & her chase,
The GOD of nature in the feilds of grace.

VIVE JESU.

РОЕМАТА

ET

EPIGRAMMATA,

Quæ scripsit Latina & Græca,

Dum Aula Pemb. Alumnus fuit,
Et

Collegii Petrensis Socius.

Editio Secunda, Auctior & emendatior.

Εἵνεκεν εὐμαθίης πινυτόφρονος, ἣν ὁ Μελιχρὸς
Ησκησεν, Μουσῶν ἄμμιγα καὶ Χαρίτων.

Ανθολ.

CANTABRIGIE,

Ex Officina Joan. Hayes, Celeberrimæ Academiæ Typographi. 1670.

ΑΝ

Luc. 18.

Pharisæus & Publicanus.

Νδρες, ἰδοὺ, (ἑτέροισι νόοις) δύω ἶρον ἐσῆλθον· Τήλοθεν ὀῤῥωδεῖ κεῖνος ὁ φρικαλέος,

̓Αλλ ̓ ὁ μὲν ὡς σοβαρὸς νηοῦ μυχὸν ἐγγὺς ἱκάνει· Πλεῖον ὁ μὲν νηοῦ, πλεῖον ὁ δ ̓ εἶχε θεοῦ.

MARC. 12. 44.

Obolum viduæ.

«Ερματίοιο βραχεῖα ῥάνις, βιότοιο τ' ἀφαυρῆς

Ερκος, ἀποστάζει χειρὸς ἀπὸ τρομέρας.

Τοῖς δὲ ἀνασκιρτᾷ πολὺς ἀφρὸς ἀναίδεος ὄλβου· Οι μὲν ἀπόρριπτον· κεῖνα δέδωκε μόνον.

MATTH. 28.

Ecce locus ubi jacuit Dominus.

Φ Αίδιμε, μοὶ αὐτὸν μᾶλλόν μοι δείκνυθι αὐτόν.

Αὐτός μου, δέομαι, αὐτὸς ἔχῃ δάκρυα.

Ἐι δὲ τόπόν μοι δεικνύναι ἅλις ἐστὶ, καὶ εἰπεῖν
Ωδε τεὸς Μαριάμ (ἤνιδε) κεῖτο ἄναξ.

Αγκοίνάς μου δεικνύναι δύναμαι γε, καὶ εἰπεῖν
Ὧδε τεὸς Μαριάμ (ἤνιδε) κεῖτο ἄναξ.