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Tell me, lovely, loving pair! Why so kind, and so severe? Why so careless of our care, Only to yourselves so dear? By this cunning change of hearts,
Stay, Phoebus! stay! The world to which you fly so fast… Conveying day From us to them, can pay your hast… With no such object, not salute yo…
Where’er thy navy spreads her canv… Homage to thee, and peace to all,… The French and Spaniard, when thy… Forget their hatred, and consent t… So Jove from Ida did both hosts s…
[Upon His Majesty’s Happy Return… The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams…
[And Death of His Highness Ensui… We must resign! Heaven his great… In storms, as loud as his immortal… His dying groans, his last breath,… And trees uncut fall for his funer…
Phyllis! why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? Can we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond their spa… Beauty like a shadow flies,
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her… Tea both excels, which she vouchsa… The best of Queens, and best of h… To that bold nation, which the way… To the fair region where the sun d…
While I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and… That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be…
Why came I so untimely forth Into a world which, wanting thee, Could entertain us with no worth Or shadow of felicity? That time should me so far remove
Such moving sounds from such a car… So unconcerned herself, and we so… What art is this, that with so lit… Transports us thus, and o’er the s… The trembling strings about her fi…
The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams… But your full majesty at once brea…
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired t… Fair Sacharissa lov’d, but lov’d… Like PhÅbus sung the no less amo… Like Daphne she, as lovely, and a… With numbers he the flying nymph p…
When we for age could neither read… The subject made us able to indite… The soul, with nobler resolutions… The body stooping, does herself er… No mortal parts are requisite to r…