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…

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…

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…

Afflicted upon her Son, My Lord… So the renowned Ithacensian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was s… When leaving Home, he did attempt… Of rageing Seas, to seek his abse…

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…

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…

[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…

Return my dearest Lord, at length… Let me no longer your sad absence… Ilium in Dust, does no more Work… No more Employment for your Wit o… Why did not the fore-seeing Gods…

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,

1 Here take no Care, take here… 2 Nor ought of Art or Labour us… 3 But let thy Lines rude an… 4 Nor Equal be their Feet, nor… 5 The ruggeder my Measures…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…