Suckling next was call'd, but did not appear,
But strait one whisper'd Apollo i'th' ear,
That of all men living he cared not for't,
He lov'd not the Muses so well as his sport.
And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit
At Bowles, above all the Trophies of wit.
But Apollo was angry, and publickly said,
Twere fit that a fine were set upon's head.
Besides his Poems, he wrote three Plays, the Goblins a Comedy, Brenovalt a Tragedy, and Aglaura a Tragi-Comedy. He was a loyal person to his Prince, and in that great defection of Scotch Loyalty in 1639. freely gave the King a hundred Horses. And for his Poems, I shall conclude with what the Author of his Epistle to the Reader saies of them, It had been a Prejudice to posterity, and an injury to his own Ashes, should they have slept in Oblivion.