They bow their heads, as if they felt the same.
To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers
With loud complaints they answer me in showers.
To thee a wild and cruel soul is given,
More deaf than trees, and prouder than the Heaven!


On the head of a stag:


O fertile head! which every year
Could such a crop of wonder bear!
The teeming earth did never bring,
So soon, so hard, so large a thing:
Which might it never have been cast,
Each year's growth added to the last,
These lofty branches had supplied
The earth's bold sons' prodigious pride:
Heaven with these engines had been scaled,
When mountains heap'd on mountains fail'd.


Sometimes having succeeded in the first part, he makes a feeble
conclusion. In the song of "Sacharissa's and Amoret's Friendship,"
the two last stanzas ought to have been omitted.

His images of gallantry are not always in the highest degree
delicate.