London, Printed for Simon Miller, at the Starre in St Paul's Churchyard, 1657, 8vo.

The King, and all that are our opposites; That dart or this must flye into the Court, Either to shoote this blazing starre from Spaine Or else so long to wrap him up in clouds

To her I write; my friend, the starre of friends Will needs have my strange lines greet her strange eies

Starre On our great hopes shine fayre and debonaire.

A moth it is to trouble the mindes eye: In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Iulius fell The graues stood tennatlesse, and the sheeted dead Did squeake and gibber in the Roman streets As starres with traines of fier, and dewes of blood Disasters in the sunne; and the moist starre, Vpon whose influence Neptunes Empier stands Was sicke almost to doomesday with eclipse.

Two lives I owe my starres beside mine owne