Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (Генри Кинг, епископ Чичестерский)

Upon A Table-Book Presented To A Lady

VVhen your fair hand receives this little book
You must not there for prose or verses look.
Those empty regions which within you see,
May by your self planted and peopled be:
And though we scarce allow your sex to prove
Writers (unless the Argument be Love);
Yet without crime or envy you have roome
Here, both the Scribe and Author to become. 

1. To My Sister Anne King, Who Chid Me In Verse For Being Angry
2. Another Of The Same, Paraphrased For An Antheme
3. Psalm I
4. On Two Children Dying Of One Disease, And Buried In One Grave
5. Sonnet. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes

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