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YEE happy floods! that now must… The sacred conduicts of her Wombe… Smooth, and transparent as your fa… When you are deafe, and windes are… II
Now the Peace is made at the Foes… Whilst men of Armes to Kettles th… And drinke in Caskes of Honourabl… In ev’ry hand a Cup be found, That from all Hearts a health may…
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?
The childish god of love did swear… Thus: By my awfull bow and quiver… Yon’ weeping, kissing, smiling pai… I’le scatter all their vowes i’ th… And their knit imbraces shiver.
[THE SONNET. No more Thou little winged archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas…
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…
If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of… Natures exchequer shuffled in this… Peinture her richer rival did admi… And cry’d she wrought with more al… That judg’d the unnumber’d issue o…
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…
And why an honour’d ragged shirt,… Like tatter’d ensigns, all its bod… Should it be swathed in a vest so… It were enough to set the child on… Dishevell’d queen[s] should strip…
AUSON[IUS]. Toxica zelotypo dedit uxor maecha… Nec satis ad mortem credidit esse… Miscuit argenti lethalia pondera v… Ut celeret certam vis geminata nec…
Forbear this liquid fire, Fly, It is more fatal then the dry, That singly, but embracing, wounds… And this at once both burns and dr… II.
SEE! what an undisturbed teare She weepes for her last sleepe ; But, viewing her straight wak’d a… She weepes that she did weepe. II
See! what a clouded majesty, and e… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth s… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so sweet…
If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then my LUCASTA might I crave
THEOPHILE BEING DENY… TURNED THE AFFRONT T… Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior, Ne trouue bon de me voir, Voila la cause infallible!