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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,
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals… Choice of their deities, this sacr… Had held an alter to her power, th… The peace and glory which these al… Embroidered so with flowers where…
Verse makes heroic virtue live; But you can life to verses give. As, when in open air we blow, The breath, though strained, sound… But if a trumpet take the blast,
Chloris! yourself you so excel, When you vouchsafe to breathe my t… That, like a spirit, with this spe… Of my own teaching, I am taught. That eagle’s fate and mine are one…
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…
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…
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,
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…
Behold the brand of beauty tossed! See how the motion does dilate the… Delighted love his spoils does boa… And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confined,
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…
It is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay, But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In vain (alas!) for everything
The seas are quiet when the winds… So calm are we when passions are n… For then we know how vain it was t… Of fleeting things, so certain to… Clouds of affection from our young…
[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…
Say, lovely dream, where couldst t… Shadows to counterfeit that face? Colors of this glorious kind Come not from any mortal place. In heaven itself thou sure wert dr…