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

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…

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…

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…

SEE with what simplicity    This nymph begins her golden da…    In the green grass she loves to…    And there with her fair aspect…    The wilder flowers, and gives t…

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…

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…

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

To make a final conquest of all me… Love did compose so sweet an Enem… In whom both Beauties to my death… Joyning themselves in fatal Harmo… That while she with her Eyes my H…

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

Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agm… Saepia vix toto ut jam natet una m… Fortius assidui surgunt a vulnere… Quoque magis pressa est, auctior… Heu quibus Anticyris, quibus est…

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.

Damon come drive thy flocks this w… D. No: ’tis too late they went astray… I have a grassy Scutcheon spy’d, Where Flora blazons all her pride…

Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet pla… Sorted by pairs, they still are se… By Fountains cool, and Shadows gr… But soon these Flames do lose the…

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,