Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.

To AMARANTA. The Confession.

NOvv I confesse, I am ore'come, Though the out-vvorks vvere storm'd before, Yet they seem'd slighted and not vvonne; VVhilst I had a Reserve in store. But she that Conquers not in part, Storm'd then my heart; VVhich famish't reason kept before.

She had corrupted so my Spies, And me to that Condition brought, I durst not send abroad my eyes; But like a Covvard vvink't and fought. For vvhen I did those helpers use, They brought me nevv's; She had fresh troops of beauties got.

See vvhat is unrestrain'd desire, And to give leave to vvandring eyes, Like that fond fool that plaies vvith fire; VVhere all the Ammunition lies. And to attempt retreats is vain, VVhen the laid train. Had taken fire from her eyes.

Now my blown flame can fewell find, Of every thought I have, and knows How to disgest my peace of mind; For in distemper'd breasts Love grows. Well did the antient Poets feign, That from the Main, And troubled Waves, Love's goddesse rose.

Yet though condemn'd, I blush to grieve, As much as once I did to love; I'm pleas'd his Laws grant no reprieve: He that to Fate would slowly move, Has lost his courage with his heart, And that mean part May make her scorn a justice prove.