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It is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay, But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In vain (alas!) for everything
Behold the brand of beauty tossed! See how the motion does dilate the… Delighted love his spoils does boa… And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confined,
Poets may boast, as safely vain, Their works shall with the world r… Both, bound together, live or die, The verses and the prophecy. But who can hope his lines should…
The seas are quiet when the winds… So calm are we when passions are n… For then we know how vain it was t… Of fleeting things, so certain to… Clouds of affection from our young…
The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams… But your full majesty at once brea…
Tell me, lovely, loving pair! Why so kind, and so severe? Why so careless of our care, Only to yourselves so dear? By this cunning change of hearts,
While I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her… Tea both excels, which she vouchsa… The best of Queens, and best of h… To that bold nation, which the way… To the fair region where the sun d…
[And Death of His Highness Ensui… We must resign! Heaven his great… In storms, as loud as his immortal… His dying groans, his last breath,… And trees uncut fall for his funer…
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals… Choice of their deities, this sacr… Had held an alter to her power, th… The peace and glory which these al… Embroidered so with flowers where…
That which her slender waist confi… Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crow… His arms might do what this has do… It was my heaven’s extremest spher…
When we for age could neither read… The subject made us able to indite… The soul, with nobler resolutions… The body stooping, does herself er… No mortal parts are requisite to r…
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and… That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be…
What fruits they have, and how hea… Upon those late-discovered isles. Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadf… Betwixt a nation and two whales I… Seas stained with gore I sing, ad…
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired t… Fair Sacharissa lov’d, but lov’d… Like PhÅbus sung the no less amo… Like Daphne she, as lovely, and a… With numbers he the flying nymph p…