Verses upon his Divine Poesy.
The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home.
On a Girdle.
A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Go, Lovely Rose.
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!