I Sing the Man that never Equal… Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did s… Whose Conquests through the spaci… That City-Raser, King-destroying… Who o’re the Warlike Macedons did…

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…

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…

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…

Tell me thou safest End of all ou… Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee… Thou gentle drier o’th’ afflicteds… Thou noble ender of the Cowards F… Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad d…

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…

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:

Whose Lord was Travelling. No sooner I pronounced Celindas n… But Troops of wing’d Pow’rs did c… Not those the Poets Bows and Arr… But such as on the Altar do atten…

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…

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…

[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…

FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, Too long ye have my Soul misled, Too long with Aiery Diet fed: But now my Heart ye shall no more

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…

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,

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…