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 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…

Here lies King James, who did so… Unto the World that blest and qui… Wherein his Subjects liv’d, he se… That peace which Christ did leave… As once that King and Shepherd of…

If you do love as well as I, Then every minute from your heart A thought doth part: And wingèd with desire doth fly Till it hath met, in a straight li…

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,*

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…

Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you mo… The time that tells our life,  whi… Never so fast or farr,  you’r new… Short steps shall overtake;  for t… May scape his own Account, it sha…

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…

Dear, when I did from you remove, I left my joy, but not my love: That never can depart. It neither higher can ascend, Nor lower bend ;

Having interred her infant-birth, The watery ground that late did mo… Was strewed with flowers for the r… Of the wished bridegroom of the ea… The well-accorded birds did sing

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…

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…

’Twas not enough, Ben Johnson, to… Of English Poets best, but to hav… In greater state, to their acquain… So equal to himself and thee, that… Might be thy second, while thy Gl…

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…