Poem by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester

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. Upon a Braid of Hair in a Heart sent by Mrs. E. H.
2. On the Earl of Essex
3. Psalm I
4. The Forfeiture
5. Sonnet. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes

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