To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does her… Rise in a perfect Hemisphere! The stiffest Compass could not st… A line more circular and like;

Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina… Ut dubites Casu vel Ratione data. Nam Sors, caeca licet, tamen est… Et sub fatidico Nomine vera premi… Et Tu, cui soli voluit Respublica…

Where the remote Bermudas ride In th’ Oceans bosome unespy’d, From a small Boat, that row’d alo… The listning Winds receiv’d this… What should we do but sing his Pr…

Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from… And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, Whither thou and I must go.

As one put drunk into the Packet-… Tom May was hurry’d hence and did… But was amaz’d on the Elysian sid… And with an Eye uncertain, gazing… Could not determine in what place…

You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Sk… What mean these Infants which of… Spring from the Starrs of Chlora’… Her Eyes confus’d, and doubled or…

My Mind was once the true survey Of all these Medows fresh and gay… And in the greenness of the Grass Did see its Hopes as in a Glass; When Juliana came, and she

The wanton troopers riding by Have shot my fawn, and it will die… Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill thee. Thou ne’er didst, a… Them any harm: alas nor could

My Love is of a birth as rare As ’tis for object strange and hig… It was begotten by despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone.

After two sittings, now our Lady… To end her picture does the third… But ere thou fall’st to work, firs… If’t ben’t too slight grown or too… Canst thou paint without colors?…

Facundis dedit ille notis, interpr… Insinuare sonos oculis, & ping… Et mentem chartis, oculis impertii…

Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praec… Heu Palmae, Laurique furor, vel s… Arbor ut indomitos ornet vix una l… Tempora nec foliis praecingat tota… Dum simud implexi, tranquillae ad…

Quid facis Arctoi charissime tran… Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte c… Num satis Hybernum defendis pelli… Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmu… Quae Gentes Hominum, quae sit Na…

Nature had long a Treasure made Of all her choisest store; Fearing, when She should be decay… To beg in vain for more. Her Orientest Colours there,

That Providence which had so long… Of Cromwell’s head, and numbred e… Now in its self (the Glass where… Had seen the period of his golden… And thenceforth onely did attend t…