English poem
To His Honoured Kinsman, Sir William Soame. Epig.
I can but name thee, and methinks I call All that have been, or are canonical For love and bounty to come near, and see Their many virtues volum'd up in thee; In thee, brave man! whose incorrupted fame Casts forth a light like to a virgin flame; And as it shines it throws a scent about, As when a rainbow in perfumes goes out. So vanish hence, but leave a name as sweet As benjamin and storax when they meet.
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- To His Honoured Friend, M. John Weare, Councillor.
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- To His Household Gods.
- To His Kinsman, M. Tho. Herrick, Who Desired To Be In His Book.
- To His Kinsman, Sir Thos. Soame.
- TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK