"Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave."

~ Sorrows Succeed.

Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.

~ To Mistress Susanna Southwell.

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones,--come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,
There's the land, or cherry-isle.

~Cherry Ripe.

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

~ The Night Piece to Julia

Thus times do shift,-each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

~ Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve.