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LONG in thy Shackels, liberty, I ask not from these walls, but th… Left for a while anothers Bride, To fancy all the world beside. II
DE QUINTIA ET LESBIA. EP… Quintia formosa est multis, mihi c… Recta est; haec ego sic singula co… Tota illud formosa nego: nam multa… Nulla in tam magno est corpore mic…
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
Depose your finger of that ring, And crowne mine with’t awhile; Now I restor’t. Pray, dos it brin… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,
When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine ALTHEA brings To whisper at the grates; When I lye tangled in her haire,
Here, here, oh here! Euridice, Here was she slaine ; Her soule 'still’d through a veine… The Gods knew lesse That time Divinitie,
Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and… That larger sailes to thy broad ve… Snakes through thy guttur-neck his… Then on thy iron messe at supper f… II.
SEE! with what constant Motion Even, and glorious, as the Sunne, Gratiana steeres that Noble Frame… Soft as her breast, sweet as her v… That gave each winding Law and po…
Dull as I was, to think that a co… Presum’d so neer her eye; When ’twas th’ industrious bee Mistook her glorious face for para… To summe up all his chymistry of s…
MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14. Casta suo gladium cum traderet Ar… Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa s… Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non… Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Pae…
Tis not from cheap thanks thinly t… Th’ immortal grove of thy fair-ord… Thou planted’st round my humble fa… Stick on thy hearse this sprig of… Nor that your soul so fast was lin…
Why shouldst thou sweare I am for… Since thine I vow’d to be? Lady, it is already Morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.
Amarantha sweet and fair Ah braid no more that shining hair… As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee let it fly. Let it fly as unconfin’d
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…
From the dire monument of thy blac… Wher now that vestal flame thou do… As in the inmost cell of all earth… II. Sacred Lucasta, like the pow’rful…