Like the vain curlings of the wate… Which in smooth streams a sinking… So Man, declining always, disappe… In the weak circles of increasing… And his short tumults of themselve…

Courage my Soul, now learn to wie… The weight of thine immortal Shie… Close on thy Head thy Helmet brig… Ballance thy Sword against the Fi… See where an Army, strong as fair…

Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, all his Art. Nature, her own Sexes foe,

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…

The forward youth that would appea… Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ’Tis time to leave the books in du…

C’est de luy que nous vient cet A… De peindre la Parole, et deparler… Et, parles traits divers de figure… Donner de la couleur et du corps a…

Sit further, and make room for thi… Where just desert enrolles thy hon… The good Interpreter. Some in thi… Take of the Cypress vail, but lea… Changing the Latine, but do more…

Farfacio. Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limi… Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique jug… Ille stat indomitus turritis undis… Cingit huic laetum Fraximus alta…

Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew… And Forrests did to Pastures hew; Who of his great Design in pain

Quis posthac chartae committat sen… Si sua crediderit Fata subesse st… Conscia si prodat Seribentis Lite… Quicquid & in vita plus latuis… Flexibus in calami tamen omnia spo…

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…

Ye living lamps, by whose dear lig… The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate; Ye county comets, that portend

Consurgit Luparae Dum non imitabi… Escuriale ingens uritur in vidia.

See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its Mansion new; For the clear Region where ’twas…

Holland, that scarce deserves the… As but th’Off-scouring of the Bri… And so much Earth as was contribu… By English Pilots when they heav’… Or what by th’ Oceans slow alluvi…