University of Virginia Library



TO My much esteemed Friend the AUTHOR, On his Book intitled Fons Lachrymarum.

Thou prov'st Prophetick in thy doleful Muse
Whilst it the Prophets mournful tears renew
Yet e're thy tears be spent, may England stand
In her first glory, rais'd by Charls his hand.
Then may each drop (to add unto her grace)
Turn solid pearl, and beautifie her face:
There, whilest in native brightness fix'd they be
Their radiant lustre shall reflect on thee.
Rich. Quiney.