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Divine Destroyer, pitty me no mor… Or else more pitty me; Give me more love, ah, quickly giv… Or else more cruelty! For left thus as I am,
I’m un-ore-clowded, too! free from… The blind and late Heaven’s-eyes… Obscured with the false fires of h… Not half those souls are lightned… Unhappy murmurers, that still repi…
For cherries plenty, and for coran… Enough for fifty, were there more… For elles of beere, flutes of cana… That well did wash downe pasties-… For peason, chickens, sawces high,
IT was Amyntor’s Grove, that Chl… For ever Ecchoes and her Glories… Chloris, the gentlest Sheapherdes… That ever Lawnes and Lambes did b… Her Breath like to the whispering…
Lucasta, frown, and let me die, But smile, and see, I live; The sad indifference of your eye Both kills and doth reprieve. You hide our fate within its scree…
DE ASINO QUI DENTIBU… Carminis iliaci libros consumpsit… Hoc fatum Troiae est: aut equus,… THE ASSE EATING THE AEN… A wretched asse the Aeneids did d…
Behold! three sister-wonders, in w… Distinct and chast, the splendrous… Of Juno, Venus and the warlike M… Each in their three divinities arr… The majesty and state of Heav’ns…
OH thou that swing’st upon the wa… Of some well—filled Oaten Beard, Drunke ev’ry night with a Delicio… Dropt thee from Heav’n, where now… II
Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sighed, when she did close The world in frosty chains! And then a frown to rubies froze
Sir, your sad absence I complain,… Her long-hid spring, that gave her… Who now her cheerful aromatick hea… Shrinks in her cold and dismal wid… Whilst the false sun her lover dot…
WITH that delight the Royal Cap… Before the Throne, to breath his… To tel his last tale, and so end w… Which gladly he esteemes a Benefi… When the brave Victor at his grea…
YOU that shall live awhile before Old Time tyr’s, and is no more ; When that this Ambitious Stone Stoopes low as what it tramples on… Know that in that Age when Sinne
Sing out, pent soules, sing cheere… Care shackles you in liberty: Mirth frees you in captivity. Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde?
DE CATONE. Invictus victis in partibus omnia… Vincere qui potuit, te, Cato, non… OF CATO. The world orecome, victorious Cae…
Cleft as the top of the inspired h… Struggles the soul of my divided q… Whilst this foot doth the watry mo… That Sinai’s living and enlivenin… Behold my powers storm’d by a twis…