Thus ends my Love, but this doth… That so it ends, but that ends too… Besides the Wishes, hopes and tim… Troubles my mind awhile, that I a… Free, worse then denied: I can ne…

Madam, though I am one of those That every Spring use to compose, That is, add feet unto round Pros… Yet you further art disclose, And can, as every body knows,

Exalted Mind! whose Character dot… The first Idea of Perfection, whe… Adam’s came, and stands so, how ca… In words? that only tell what here… Tofore hath been; thou need’st as…

BLACK eyes if you seem dark, It is because your beams are deep, And with your soul united keep: Who could discern Enough into them, there might lear…

WHEN our rude and unfashion’d wo… A being in their elements enjoy’d, Senseless and void, Come at last to be formed by thy t… And from thy breath receive that l…

Now that the April of your youth… The garden of your face; Now that for you each knowing love… And all seek to your grace; Do nor repay affection with scorns…

Black beamy hairs, which so seem t… From the extraction of those eyes, That into you she destin-like doth… The beams she spares, what time he… And by those hallowed fires,

Love, of this clearest, frailest… Divide the properties, so as In the division may appear Clearness for me, frailty for her.

Come hither Womankind and all the… Give me thy kisses as I call them… Give me the billig-kiss, that of t… A kiss of love; The melting-kiss, a kiss that doth…

I SAY, ’tis hard to write Satire… Great’ned in his long course, and… Be now like to a Deluge, yet, as… ’Tis doubtful in his original. Th… We may thus much on either part pr…

Black beauty, which above that com… Whose Power can no colours here r… But those which darkness can again… Do’st still remain unvary’d to the… And like an object equal to the vi…

Thou Black, wherein all colours a… And unto which they all at last re… Thou colour of the Sun where it d… And shadow, where it cools, in the… Whatever nature can, or hath dispo…

Reader, here lies a Child that ne… And therefore never dy’d. ’Twas neither old nor yong, Born to this and the other world i… Let us them cease to mone,*

Deep sighs, records of my unpitied… Memorials of my true though hopele… Keep time with my sad thoughts, ti… My long despairs for vain and caus… Yet if such hap never to you befal…

Fatal Aspect ! that hast an Influ… More powerful far than those Immo… That but incline the Will and mov… Which thou alone contrain'st, kind… Of such an holy force, as more ins…