 | Poems By John Hall |  |
To his honour'd friend Mr. J. H.
Fruites that arise in hast, do soon,Once nipt by piercing blasts, fall down;
Thy youth such sudden blooms did give
As may even Scythyan frosts survive,
And (manger Tempests) still be seen
Like youthfull Ivie clad in Green.
T. Smithsby St. J. C. Gent.
| Poems By John Hall | |