A Poem on the history of Queen Hester ; An elegy on the death of the Lord Chief Justice Hales ; and other occasional poems

To Sir J. L. on his noble Entertainment at his going out Sheriff.

SO in your Bounty you appear Not seen but in your sumptuous Cheer: As Modesty hid in a Cloud The Generous Sun doth needy Mortals good.

The well fraught Dishes left behind Impressions of your Noble Mind; What needed further Eloquence, Your welcom such by way of Influence.

Wine Bottles Volly-wise did fly, Mess upon Mess two Stories high; No Counter Scuffle in the Rear, That plague of Mock Feasts plenty banisht here.

If so Benigne where only sate Poor Livery-men o'th' Lowest Rate, What were you to the upper Guest, Who added Luster to your splendid Feast.

May the kind Cost you did impart Bring a rich Income to your Heart; Not of that Treasure which is told, But Wealth more worthy your pursuit than Gold.