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Poems By John Hall

Hall, John (1627-1656)

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To the young Authour upon his incomparable veine in Satyre and Love-sonnets.

To his friend Mr. J. H. upon his Poems.

A Genethliacon to the Infant Muse of his dearest Friend.

To the honoured Authour Mr. Hall on his Poems.

To his honour'd friend Mr. J. H.

To his admired friend Mr. Jo. Hall

To the no lesse knowing then ingenious, Mr. Hall on his ignorant Detractors.

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1.

The first Book.

Upon T. R. a very little man but excellently Learned.

A Sea Dialogue.

Upon the Kings Great Porter.

A Burning-glasse.

The Morning-star.

Platonick love.

To the Deformed X. R.

To my honoured Noble friend Thomas Stanley Esquire, on his Poems.

To Mr. Stanley after his return from France.

An Epicurean Ode

On M. W. the great eater.

Upon Samuel Ward D. D. the Lady Margarets Professour in Cambridge.

To the precious Memory of Master William Fenner.

On a Gentleman and his Wife, who dyed both within a very few dayes.

To Mr. Stanley.

On Doctor. Bambrigg, Mr. of Christs.

Upon Mr. Robert Wiseman, Son to Sir Richard Wiseman, Essex.

To his Tutor, Master Pawson.

To an Old Wife talking to him.

The Recantation.

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THE SECOND BOOKE OF Divine Poems.

The Lord commeth with ten thousand of his Saints to execute judgement upon all. Jude. 14. 15.

On an Houre-glasse.

What profiteth a Man of all his labour which he taketh under the Sun? Ecclesiastes. 1. 3.

A Pastoroll Hymne.

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The Morning-star.

Still Herald of the morn, whose ray
Being Page, and Usher to the day,
Doth mourn behind the Sun, before him play;
Who sets a golden Signall, e're
The bat retire, the lark appear,
The early Cocks cry comfort, Scrich Oules fear.
Who winkst while Lovers plight their troth,
Then falls asleep, while they are loth
To part without a more ingaging Oath:
Steal in a Message to the eyes
Of Julia, tell her that she lies
Too long, thy Lord the Sun will quickly rise.
Yet is it midnight still with me,
Nay worse, unlesse that kinder she
Smile Day, and in my Zenith seated be.
But if she will Obliquely runne,
I needs a Calenture must shunne,
And like an Ethiopian hate my Sunne.