On BILLINDA. Wanton Bellinda loudly does compl… I’ve chang’d my Love of late into… Calls me unconstant, cause I now… The chast Marcella, that lov’d he…

1 In that so temperate Soil Arc… 1 For fertile Pasturage by Poet… 2 Stands a steep Hill, whose lo… 3 Casts o’er the neighbouring P… 4 Close at its mossie Foot an a…

In Answer to his Complemental Ve… Long my dull Muse in heavy slumbe… Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease… Her Fill of Rest resolving to enj… Or fancying little worthy her empl…

While yet it was the Empire of th… And Stars still check’r’d Darknes… From Temples round the cheerful B… But with the Peales a churlish St… I slumbr’d; and the Heavens like…

On GALLA. Now liquid Streams by the fierce… As solid as the Rocks from whence… Now Tibers Banks with Ice united… And it’s firm Stream may well be…

Divine Thalia strike th’ Harmonio… But with a Stroke so Gentle as ma… The silent gliding of the Howers, Or yet the calmer growth of Flowe… Th’ ascending or the falling Dew,

Behold, dear Mother, who was late… Disarm’d and Harmless, I present… The Tongue ty’d up, that made all… And which so often did our Greatn… No Terror sits upon his Awful Br…

[I.] Arise my Dove, from mid’st of Pot… Thy sully’d Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of Heaven, that wil…

Next Heaven my Vows to thee (O S… I offer’d up, nor didst thou them… O Queen of Verse, said I, if tho… And warm my Soul with thy Poetiqu… No Love of Gold shall share with…

Drown’d under London-bridge, in t… The Darling of a Father Good and… The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age… The Beauty Excellent even to thos… Subscrib’d unto, by such as might…

As those who pass the Alps do say… The Rocks which first oppose thei… And so amazing-High do show, By fresh Ascents appear but low, And when they come unto the last,

OF all the Poisons that the fruit… E’er yet brought forth, or Monste… Nought to Mankind has e’er so fat… As thou, accursed Gold, their Car… Methinks I the Advent’rous Merch…

1 We deem them moderate, but En… 2 What barely will suffice, and… 3 Who say, (O Jove) a competenc… 4 Neither in Luxury, or Want we… 5 But what is that, which these…

On an ATHEIST. Posthumus boasts he does not Thun… And for this cause would Innocent… That in his Soul no Terrour he do… At threatn’d Vultures, or Ixion’s…

Under the Discipline of an Excell… How comes the Day orecast? the Fl… Darkn’d at Noon, as if his Course… He never rose more proud, more gla… Ne’re courted Daphne with a brigh…