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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.

POEMS.

The first Book.

A Satyre.

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

A Sea Dialogue.

Upon the Kings Great Porter.

To the Deformed X. R.

Julia weeping.

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

To Mr. S. S.

The Christall

A Rapture.

To Mr. Stanley after his return from France.

An Epicurean Ode

On M. W. the great eater.

The Antipathy.

Song.

Home Travell.

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.

Of Beauty.

The Epitome.

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.

THE SECOND BOOKE OF Divine Poems.

A Dithyramb.

The Ermine.

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

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

An Epitaph.

A Pastoroll Hymne.

An Ode.

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The Christall

This Christall here
That shines so clear,
And carri's in its womb a little day;
Once hammerd will appear
Impure as dust, as dark as clay.

Even such will prove
Thy face (my love!)
When age shall soyl the lustre of thine ey's,
And all that Red remove
That on thy spicy lip now ly's;

Nor can a hand
Again command,
By any art, these ruins into frame,
But they will severd stand
And ne're compose the former shame:

Such is the case
(Love!) of thy face,
Both desperate, in this you disagree,
Thy beauty needs must passe,
It (of it self) will constant be.