English poem
To His Friend, Mr. J. Jincks.
Love, love me now, because I place Thee here among my righteous race: The bastard slips may droop and die Wanting both root and earth; but thy Immortal self shall boldly trust To live for ever with my Just.
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- To His Dear Valentine, Mistress Margaret Falconbridge.
- To His Ever-Loving God.
- To His Faithful Friend, M. John Crofts, Cup-Bearer To The King.
- To His Friend To Avoid Contention Of Words.
- To His Friend, On The Untunable Times.
- To His Girls
- To His Girls, Who Would Have Him Sportful.
- To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton