Several poems compiled with great variety of wit and learning, full of delight wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse, and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year, together with an exact epitome of the three by a gentlewoman in New-England.

MErcury shew'd Apollo, Bartas Book, Minerva this and wisht him well to look, And tell uprightly, which did which excell, He view'd and view'd, and vow••d he could not tel. They bid him Hemisphear his mouldy nose, With's crackt leering glasses, for it would pose The best brains he had in's old pudding-pan, Sex weigh'd, which best the Woman, or the Man? He peer'd, and por'd, & glar'd, & said for wore, I'me even as wise now, as I was before: They both 'gan laugh, and said, it was no mar'l The Auth'ress was a right Du Bartas Girle. Good sooth quoth the old Don, tell ye me so, I muse whither at length these Girls will go; It half revives my chil frost-bitten blood, To see a Woman once, do ought that's good; And chode by Chaucers Boots, and Homers Furrs, Let Men look to't, least Women wear the Spurrs:

N. Ward.