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In mine one monument I lye, And in my self am buried; Sure, the quick lightning of her e… Melted my soul ith’ scabberd dead; And now like some pale ghost I wa…
This Queen of Prey (now prey to y… Fast to that pirch of ivory In silver chaines and silken clue, Hath now made full thy victory: II.
SENECAE EX CLEANTHE. Duc me, Parens celsique Dominator… Quocunque placuit, nulla parendi m… Adsum impiger; fac nolle, comitabo… Malusque patiar facere, quod licui…
You, that can haply mixe your joye… And weave white Ios with black El… Can caroll out a dirge, and in one… Sing to the tune either of life, o… You, that can weepe the gladnesse…
Small type of great ones, that do… Within this whole world’s narrow r… That with a busie hollow noise Catch at the people’s vainer voice… And with spread sails play with th…
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…
It was Amyntor’s Grove, that Chl… For ever ecchoes, and her glories; Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdess… That ever lawnes and lambes did bl… Her breath, like to the whispering…
AMARANTHA sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hai… As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, let it fly! Let it fly as unconfined
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…
MAR. LIB. IV. EP. 33. Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide co… Ut videatur apis nectare clausa su… Sic modo, quae fuerat vita contemp… Funeribus facta est jam preciosa s…
IN LESBIAM CAT. EP. 76. Huc est mens deducta tua, mea Les… Atque ita se officio perdidit ipsa… Ut jam nec bene velle queam tibi,… Nec desistere amare, omnia si faci…
Sweet serene skye-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long clowdy bed Shoot forth thy damaske head. II.
To My Noble Friend, Mr Charl… O thou that swing’st upon the wavi… Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev’ry night with a delicious… Dropped thee from heav’n, where no…
MART. EPI. XLIII. LIB. I. Conjugis audisset fatum cum Porti… Et substracta sibi quaereret arma… Nondum scitis, ait, mortem non pos… Credideram satis hoc vos docuisse…