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.

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…

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…

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…

Verses to accompany a portrait… Bright Martial Maid, Queen of th… The northern pole supports thy shi… Behold what furrows age and steel… The helmet’s weight oppressed this…

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…

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

Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv’d it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos’d into one Gallery; And the great Arras-hangings, mad…

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?…

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

Charissimo Filio Edmundo Trotio Posuimus Pater & Mater Frustra superstites. Legite Parentes, vanissimus homin…

Now does Spains Fleet her spatiou… Leaves the new World and hastens… But though the wind was fair, the… Frayted with acted Guilt, and Gui… For this rich load, of which so pr…

Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula… Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta… Sollicita Flores stant ambitione… Et certant foliis pellicuisse suis… Illa tamen patriae lustrans fastig…

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,

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;