Amorphus his Mistris Glove
Thou more then sweet glove
Vnto my more sweet Love
Suffer me to store with kisses,
This empty lodging yt now misses
The your rosy hand yt have the
Thou art soft but teat was softer
Cupids sets hard kist it often
Thine ire he did his mothers dowes
Supposing Her the Queene of Loves
That was thy Mistris
Best of Gloves.
By Amorphus,
in Cynthia's Revels (4.3.252-263),
Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 142, f. 45v
Apollo if I ever hung
Elaborate Peans on thy golden shrine,
Or sung thy triumphes in a lofty straine
Fit for a theatre of Gods to heare.
And thou sweet Majas joy lb inside canonical here
Whose statue I oft with discolourd flowers Have deckt: now favour me. &c.
By Crites,
in Cynthia's Revels (4.6.59-69),
Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 142, f. 45v
" " "
hee will think & speak his thought, both
freely but as distant from deprauing any other mans merit, as proclayming his owne: hee hath a most ingenious & sweet spirit, a sharp
& seasond witt, a straight iudgmt & a strong mynde, he counts it his
pleasure to despise pleasures, & is more delighted wth good deeds theē goods.
By Mercury,
in Cynthia's Revels (2.3.101-107),
Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40r