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

Thrice happy Paire, who had and have
Living one Bed, now dead one Grave:
Whose love being equall, neither could
A life unequall wish to hold,
But left a Question whether one
Did follow 'cause her Mate was gone,
Or th'other went before to stay
Till that his fellow came away,
So that one pious teare now must
Besprinkle either Parents dust,
And two great sorrowes joyntly Runne
And close into a larger one,
Or rather turne to joy, to see
The Buriall but the Wedding be.