--O favour'd by the fates Above the happiest states, Who art of one so worthy well-beloved! PHINEAS FLETCHER. 1580-1650 222. A Litany DROP, drop, slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from Heaven The news and Prince of Peace: Cease not, wet eyes, His mercy to entreat; To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease.

In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears; Nor let His eye See sin, but through my tears. SIR JOHN BEAUMONT. 1583-1627 223.

Of his Dear Son, Gervase DEAR Lord, receive my son, whose winning love To me was like a friendship, far above The course of nature or his tender age; Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage: Let his pure soul, ordain'd seven years to be In that frail body which was part of me, Remain my pledge in Heaven, as sent to show How to this port at every step I go. WILLIAM DRUMMOND, OF HAWTHORNDEN. 1585-1649 224.