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.

A Copy of Verses spoke to King CHARLES by way of entertainment when he was pleas'd to grace S. John's Colledge with his visit. 1636.

WEre they not Angells sang, did not mine eares Drink in a sacred Anthem from you sphears? Was I not blest with Charles and Maries name, Names wherein dwells all Musick? tis the same. Hark, I my self now but speak Charles and Mary, And 'tis a Poem, nay 'tis a library▪

All haile to your dread Majesties, whose power Adds lustre to our feast, and to our bower: And what place fitter for so Royall guests Then this, where every book presents a feast. Here's Virgils well-drest Venison, here's the wine Made Horace sing so sweetly; here you dine With the rich Cleopatra's warelike love; Nay you may feast and frolick here with Jove. Next view that bower, which is as yet all green, But when you'r there, the red and white are seen. A bower, which had (tis true) been beautified With catechising Arras on each side;

But we the Baptists sons did much desire To have it like the dwelling of our sire A grove or desart. See (dread Leige) youle guesse Even our whole Colledge in a wildernesse. Your eyes and eares being fed, tast of that feast, Which hath its pomp and glory from its guest.