Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.

Ʋpon Mr. Hoptons death.

GRiefs prodigals where are you? unthrifts wher? Whose tears and sighs extemporary are; Pour'd out, not spent, who never ask a day Your debt of sorrow on the grave to pay; But as if one hours mourning could suffice, Dare think it now no sin to have dry eyes: Away, profane not Hoptons death, nor shame His grave with griefe not worthy of that name: Sorrow conceiv'd and vented both together; Like prayers of Puritans, or in foul weather

The sailers forc't devotion, when in fear They pray this minute, and the next they swear. No I must meet with men, men that doe know How to compute their tears and weigh their wo; That can set down in an exact account To what the losse of Hopton doth amount: Tell you particulars, how much of truth Of unmatch'd virtue and untainted youth Is gone with him, and having sum'd all look Like bankrupt Merchants on their table book, With eyes confounded and amaz'd to find The poor and blanck remainder left behind.