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Like the vain Curlings of the Wat… Which in smooth streams a sinking… So Man, declining alwayes, disapp… In the Weak Circles of increasing… And his short Tumults of themselv…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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
Had we but World enough, and Time… This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which… To walk, and pass our long Loves… Thou by the Indian Ganges side.
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…
HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from some single herb or t… Whose short and narrow-verged shad…
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?…
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;
Farfacio. Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limi… Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique jug… Ille stat indomitus turritis undis… Cingit huic laetum Fraximus alta…
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, r… A Soul inslav’d so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter’… In Feet ; and manacled in Hands.
Sir, Our times are much degenerate from… Which your sweet muse with your fa… And as complexions alter with the… Our wits have drawn the infection…
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…
