Hy grateful reception of our first Collection hath induced us to a

second essay of the same nature; which, as we are confident, it is not inferioure to the former in worth, so we assure our selves, upon thy already experimented Candor, that it shall at least equall it in its fortunate acceptation. We serve up these Deli

cates by frugall Messes, as aiming at thy Satisfaction, not Saciety. But our designe being more upon thy judgement, than patience, more to delight thee, than to detain thee in the portall of a tedious, and seldome-read Epistle; we draw this displeasing Curtain, that intercepts thy (by this time) gravid, and almost teeming fancy, and subscribe,

R. P.

Choice

DROLLERY:

SONGS

AND

SONNETS.

D

The broken Heart.

I.

Eare Love let me this evening dye,

Oh smile not to prevent it,

But use this opportunity,

Or we shall both repent it:

Frown quickly then, and break my heart,

That so my way of dying

May, though my life were full of smart,

Be worth the worlds envying.

B

I

Some

2

Some striving knowledge to refine,
Consume themselves with thinking,
And some who friendship seale in wine
Are kindly kill'd with drinking:

And some are rackt on th' Indian coast,
Thither by gain invited,

Some are in smoke of battailes lost,
Whom Drummes not Lutes delighted.

3.

Alas how poorely these depart,
Their graves still unattended,
Who dies not of a broken heart,
Is not in death commended.
His memory is ever sweet,
All praise and pity moving,

Who kindly at his Mistresse feet

Doth dye with over-loving.

4.

And now thou frown'st, and now I dye,
My corps by Lovers follow'd,

Which streight shall by dead lovers lye,

For that ground's onely hollow'd: [hallow'd]
If Priest take't ill I have a grave,
My death not well approving,
The Poets my estate shall have
To teach them th' art of loving.

And