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…

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…

Under the Name of ALINDA. A SONG. Th’ ambitious Eye that seeks alon… Where Beauties Wonders most are s… Of all that bounteous Heaven disp…

As you are Young, if you’l be als… Danger with Honour court, Quarrel… Believe you then are truly Brave… To Beauty when no Slave, and less… When Vertue you dare own, not thi…

We are Diana’s Virgin-Train, Descended of no Mortal Strain; Our Bows and Arrows are our Good… Our Pallaces, the lofty Woods, The Hills and Dales, at early Mo…

WHen first Alexis did in Verse d… His Muse in Low, but Graceful Nu… And now and then a little Proudly… But never aim’d at any noble Flig… The Herds, the Groves, the gentle…

Seest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o’er-looks the swellin… Where never Shepherd fed his Floc… Or careful Peasant sow’d his Grai… No wholesome Herb grows on the sa…

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…

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…

Dorinda. Sabæan Perfumes fragran… With all the Flowers that Paint t… Scatter them all in young Alexis’… With all that’s sweet and (like hi… Alexis. Immortal Laurels and as l…

The Sun’s my Fire, when it does s… The hollow Spring’s my Cave of W… The Rocks and Woods afford me Me… This Lamb and I on one Dish eat: The neighbouring Herds my Garment…

Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Lic… Melibæus. Welcome fair Nymphs, m… Distemp’ring Heats do now the Pla… But you may sit, from Sun securel… If you an old mans company not fea…

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…

Dissolved by EUDORA. Not that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispa… Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care… And back my Steps command:

[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…