A royal arbor of loyal poesie consisting of poems and songs digested into triumph, elegy, satyr, love & drollery / composed by Tho. Jordan.

Acrostichs.

An Acrostich on M^rs. Hester Noy.

How much I am obliged to your worth, Each faculty I have cannot set forth; Sure I shall dye in debt, unless you please To binde me more by granting a Release: Excellent Lady, may the Powers above Reward you with those joyes which Angels love.

Nothing that hath affinity with ill Oppose your understanding or your will, Your Vertues, which so copiously extend, Eternity can onely comprehend.

A double Acrostich on M^rs. Susanna Blunt.

Sweet Soul of goodness, in whose Saint-like brest Virtue Vows dwelling to make Beauty blest; Sure Sighing Citherea sits, your Eyes Are Altars whereon she might sacrifice: Now None will of the Paphean Order be, Natur's New work transcends a Deity; Arabia's Aromaticks court your scent, Bright Beauty makes your Gazers eloquent; Let Little Cupid his lost eyes obtain, Vail'd, Viewing you, would strike him blind again. Nay, Never think I flatter, If you be Thus To none else, by Love, you are to Me.

An Acrostick on two pairs of inseparable Friend•• who were Married in one Day•• A four-fold Acrostick.

Iove Joyn these Pairs, and May each blessed Bride Obtain A guard of Angels for A Guide. Heaven, Nature, Vertue, Reason in commu∣nion, Nobilitate Enrich, and Love Your union: Grace Faith and Knowledge Bind ye, may you be Each Others bliss, No evil Injure ye. Let nothing Re-divide; Eternal Rest, Love, Dwell and Last in each Diviner Brest.

A cross Acrostick on two Crost Lovers.

Though crost in our Affections, still the flames Of Honour shall secure our noble Names; Nor shall Our fate divorce our faith, Or cause The least Mislike of love's Diviner lawes. Crosses somtimes Are cures, Now let us prove, That no strength Shall Abate the power of love: Honour, Wit, Beauty, Riches wise men call, Frail Fortune's Badges, In true love lies all. Therfore to him we Yield, our Vowes shall be Paid;—Read and written in Eternity: That All may know when men grant no Redress, Much love can sweeten the unhappinesS.

An Epithalamium in a double Acrostick, written on the noble Names and sacred Nuptials of the worthily honoured EWDWARD MARROW Esquire, and the most truly vertuous M^rs. ANNE GRANTHAM.

Eminent Pair! what ever Sidney saw in Argalus and his PARTHENIA Doth figure out your Excellence; how then shall I depict ye with so poor a PenN What powers shall I implore? Apollo's gon, for whom my Muse lies drench'd in HelicoN Arts are malignant, Poems out of date, the Lay-man calls Learning a ReprobatE Reason is banish'd, and what e're did spring from those fair banks where peace was flourishinG Divinest pair, whose bright perfections are more luminary then the morning StarR May all the pleasures Phoebus ever saw in Europe, Asia, or AMERICA Attend your genial joyes; what Nature can contribute to the excellence of maN Redouble your felicity; may night and day contend which shall yield most delighT Riches and honour, vertue (the best wealth) beauty, with all the circumstance of healtH Obey your wish: and he that will not pray as I have done, is Love's AnathemA Warre never fright ye, wherefoe're you come may bright Apollo's harp drown Mars his druM

Intemperance.

A Fancy upon Words.

HE that's devoted to the—GLASS, The Dice or a lascivious—LASS, At his own price is made an—ASS.

He that is greedy of the—GRAPE, On Reason doth commit a—RAPE, And changeth habit with an—APE.

The Lover whose Devotion—FLIES Up to the Sphere where Beauty—LIES, Makes Burning-glasses of his—EIES.

If long he to that Idol—PRAY, His sight, by Love's inflaming—RAY, Is lost for ever and for—AY.

An Epitaph in a double Acrostich, composed and fixed on the Stone of Mrs. Joane Ward.

In this plain piece of humble earth lyes one Whom no unworthy feet should tread upon, One whose chaste life did very much improve ADaughters duty and a Sisters love; Almighty God was still her Contemplation, Religion was her daily recreation: Nothing came in her maiden thoughts that cou'd Denle the fountain of her Virgin bloud; Eternal joyes contain her now, let's then Mourn all until we meet with her agen.