• He that loves a rosy cheek,
      Or a coral lip admires,
    Or from starlike eyes doth seek
      Fuel to maintain his fires;
    As old Time makes these decay,
    So his flames must waste away.

    But a smooth and steadfast mind,
      Gentle thoughts, and calm desires,
    Hearts with equal love combined,
      Kindle never-dying fires:—
    ...

  • To this World she returned.

    But with a tinge of that —

    A Compound manner,

    As a Sod

    Espoused a Violet,

    That chiefer to the Skies

    Than to himself, allied,

    Dwelt hesitating, half of Dust,

    And half of Day, the Bride.