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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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Platonick love.

Come (Dearest Julia) thou and I
Will knit us in so strickt a tie,
As shall with greater pow'r engage
Then feeble charms of marriage;
We will be friends, our thoughts shall go,
Without impeachment, too and fro,
The same desires shall elevate
Our mingled souls, the self-same hate
Shall cause Aversion, we will beare
One Sympathising hope and fear,
And for to move more close, wee'l frame
Our triumphs and our teares the same;
Yet will we ne're so grossely dare
As our ignobler selves shall share,
Let men desire, like those above
Unmatter'd forms, wee'l onely love;
And teach the ruder world to shame
When heat encreaseth to a flame:
Love's like a landskap which doth stand
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand;
Or like a fire which from afarre
Doth gently warm, consumes when near.