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Poems

By W. H. [i.e. William Hammond]

Hammond, William

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POEMS.

Commanded to write Verses.

Delay. Upon advice to deferr Loves Consummation.

Upon Cloris her visit after Marriage,

On the infrequency of Celias Letters.

To her questioning his Estate.

The Spring.

The cruell Mistresse.

To his Mistresse, Desiring him to absent himselfe.

To his scornfull Mistresse.

To Mr. J. L. Upon his Treatise of Dialling.

Epithalamium, To the L. T. marryed in the North.

To Eugenio,

To the same being sicke of a feavour.

To the same,

To the same.

To the same,

To the same, on his Poems and Translations.

To the same on his Poems,

To the same

To the same.

On the Marriage of my deare Kinsman T. S. Esq; and Mrs. D. E.

To Mrs. D. S. on the birth of Sidney, her second Son.

Horat: Od. 3. 3.

To Sr. J. G. wishing me to regain my fortunes by complyance with the Parliament.

The World.

Gray Haires.

A Dialogue upon death.

Death.

On the death of my dear brother Mr. H. S. drown'd.

On the same.

To my dear Sister Mrs. S.

To the same.

On the death of my much honourd Uncle Mr. G. Sandys.

Epitaph on Sir R. D.

Grace Compar'd to the Sun.

Upon the Nativity of our saviour and Sacrament then received.

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To her questioning his Estate.

Prethee no more, how can Love saile?
Thy providence becalmes our Seas:
Suspensive care binds up each gale;
Fear doth the lazy current freize.

Forecast and Love, the Lover sweares,
Remov'd as the two Poles should be:
But if on them must roll the spheares
Of our well tun'd felicity:

If Summes and Terrars I must bring,
Nor may my Inventory hide,
Know I am richer then the King
Who guilt Pactolus yellow Fide.

For Love is our Philosophers stone;
And whatsoever doth please thy sense,
My prising estimation
Shall elevate to quintessence.

Thy lips each cup to wine shall charme,
As the Suns kisses do the Vine;
Naked embraces keep us warme;
And stript, then May thou art more fine.

And when thou hast me in thy armes,
(The power of Fancie's then most high)
Instate me by those mighty charmes
In some imperiall monarchy.

Thus I am thy wealth, thou art mine:
And what to each other we appear,
If Love us two in one combine
The same then in our selves we are.