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 Mrs. Mor. on the Birth of her First Son.

THus Heaven does you & us from fears redeem: At once gives Joy; and to that, Joy Esteem. Those relish Ease that first have tasted Pain; By knowing what we want, we value gain.

So great and perfect now your blessings are, You seem in more than what is frail to share; Whilst you renew your lease of life and fame, By living thus in vertues and in name.

'Tis just this child should be in all your heir, And equally of life and vertues share. For whilst he lay within his living Tomb, How could he but contract what was your own? So water, pour'd into a vessell, owes A relish to the cask through which it flowes.

Thus you give vertues and give life away, Yet not lesse good, nor suffer by decay. One flame unto a thousand may give light, Yet has not lesse, nor does remain lesse bright.

But thus whilst life and vertue you bestow, Think to his happy passion what you owe. Had you left unrewarded his pure flame, You must have lost your share in time and fame. So in the Chaos before Love made way, Both Time and Glory unregarded lay. But see what mutuall obligations past, You gave him Joys, and he thus makes them last.