Poems By John Hall | ||
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Julia weeping.
1
Fairest, when thine eyes did poureA Christall shower,
I was perswaded that some stone
Had liquid grown;
And thus amazed, sure thought I
When stones are moist some rain is nigh.
2
Why weep'st thou? cause thou cannot beMore hard to mee?
So Lionesses pitty, so
Do Tygres too:
So doth that Bird, which when she's fed
On all the man, pines or'e the Head.
3
Yet I'le make better Omens tillEvent beguile,
Those pearly droppes in time shall be
A precious sea;
And thou shall like thy Corall prove,
Soft under water, hard above.
Poems By John Hall | ||