But now, drawn to his end, he draws no more;
Yes, still he draws from every friend a tear,
Water he draws, who drew good beer before.
On seeing an engraved Portrait of the late Dr. Cheyne ill done.
Nature and Vandergutch in this agree,
Unfinished she has left him, so has he.
On the death of Mary, Countess of Pembroke.
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney’s sister, Pembroke’s mother: