Henry King

(16 January 1592 – 30 September 1669 / Worminghall, Buckinghamshire)

Henry King Poems

1. The Change 4/20/2010
2. To My Honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys 4/20/2010
3. The Forlorn Hope 4/20/2010
4. Sonnet. Vvere Thy Heart Soft As Thou Art Faire 4/20/2010
5. Psalm I. 4/20/2010
6. To The Same Lady Upon Mr. Burtons Melancholy 4/20/2010
7. St. Valentines Day 4/20/2010
8. The Acquittance 4/20/2010
9. Sonnet. Go Thou That Vainly Do'st Mine Eyes Invite 4/20/2010
10. On Two Children Dying Of One Disease, And Buried In One Grave 4/20/2010
11. Upon The Kings Happy Return From Scotland 4/20/2010
12. To His Unconstant Friend 4/20/2010
13. To A Friend Upon Overbury's Wife Given To Her 4/20/2010
14. The Legacy 4/20/2010
15. To The Queen At Oxford 4/20/2010
16. The Forfeiture 4/20/2010
17. To A Lady Who Sent Me A Copy Of Verses At My Going To Bed 4/20/2010
18. Sonnet. I Prethee Turn That Face Away 4/20/2010
19. Sonnet. When I Entreat, Either Thou Wilt Not Hear 4/20/2010
20. Sonnet. The Double Rock 4/20/2010
21. Paradox. That Fruition Destroyes Love 4/20/2010
22. Sonnet. Dry Those Fair, Those Chrystal Eyes 4/20/2010
23. The Pink 4/20/2010
24. The Retreat 4/20/2010
25. The Short Wooing 4/20/2010
26. The Vow-Breaker 4/20/2010
27. To One Demanding Why Wine Sparkles 4/20/2010
28. The Labyrinth 4/20/2010
29. To My Sister Anne King, Who Chid Me In Verse For Being Angry 4/20/2010
30. The Dirge 4/20/2010
31. The Farewell 4/20/2010
32. The Defence 4/20/2010
33. The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor 4/20/2010
34. Tell Me No More How Fair She Is 4/20/2010
35. Upon The Death Of My Ever Desired Friend Doctor Donne Dean Of Pauls 4/20/2010
36. To A. R. Vpon The Same 4/20/2010
37. Paradox. That It Is Best For A Young Maid To Marry An Old Man 4/20/2010
38. Psalm Cl. 4/20/2010
39. To My Dead Friend Ben Johnson 4/20/2010
40. Upon A Braid Of Hair In A Heart Sent By Mrs. E. H. 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Henry King

A Contemplation Upon Flowers

BRAVE flowers--that I could gallant it like you,
And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
And to your beds of earth again.
You are not proud: you know your birth:
For your embroider'd garments are from earth.

You do obey your months and times, but I
Would have it ever Spring:
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
Nor think of such a thing.
O that I could my bed of earth but view
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!

O teach me to see Death and not to fear,
But rather to take truce!
How ...

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An Elegy Upon S. W. R.

I will not weep, for 'twere as great a sin
To shed a tear for thee, as to have bin
An Actor in thy death. Thy life and age
Was but a various Scene on fortunes Stage,
With whom thou tugg'st & strov'st ev'n out of breath
In thy long toil: nere master'd till thy death;
And then despight of trains and cruell wit,
Thou did'st at once subdue malice and it.
I dare not then so blast thy memory

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