Prompt thee to call on death, may death be Coy.
Epitaph in Stepney Church-Yard.
Here lies the body of John Saul,
Spital-fields weaver, and that’s all.
On Wine.
I was last night a god. How! Can’t you divine?
I was raised up to heaven by bumpers of wine.
A Drunken Man.
How can I forbear from dancing?
See the stars above me prancing,