Of eighty-eight; while every Burgesse foots
The mortal Pavement in eternall boots.”
There is a line in one of the letters which strikes us as of great beauty:—
“Feed on the vocal silence of his eye.”
And there is a very clever poem Ad Amicum Fœneratorem, in defiance of his friend’s demand of repayment of a loan.
There is great beauty and delicacy of expression in these two stanzas of an epithalamium:—
“Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads,
As the mild heaven on roses sheds,
When at their cheeks (like pearls) they weare
The clouds that court them in a tear.