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Poems

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

Hammond, William

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Commanded to write Verses.

The forsaken Maid.

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 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 the same being sicke of a feavour.

To the same, on his Poems and Translations.

To the same on his Poems,

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.

A Dialogue upon death.

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

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 the same.

Thursday:

Now I me resolv'd the crasy Universe
Growes old, the Sun himselfe is nigh his hearse;
Seven Daughters in one week his youthfull rayes
Were wont to get; but since his strength decays
Six are the most: Thursday is lost; for we
Who boast our selves skill'd in th'Astronomy
Of your day-shedding eyes, by that light swear
That day is lost in which you not appear.
That thy dark phancy might a giant-woe
Beget, thou makst a night Herculean too;
The late Astronomers have found it true,
We have lost many dayes, but 'tis by you
Our calculation erres; and we shall rage
If you go on to cheat us of our age;
One day in Seaven is lost; and in threescore
We are bereaved of nine yeares, and more:
So will your grief dilate it selfe like day,
And all as you, become untimely gray.