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

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…

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…

Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you mo… The time that tells our life, whic… Never so fast or farr, you’r new b… Short steps shall overtake; for th… May scape his own Account, it sha…

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…

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,*

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…

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,

Breaking from under that thy cloud… Open and shine yet more, shine out… Thou glorious golden-beam-darting… Even till my wonder-stricken sense… Shoot out in light and shine those…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Must he be ever dead? Cannot we a… Another life unto that Prince tha… Our souls laid up in him? Could n… Now when he left us, make that bod… After his death one Age? And keep…

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 ;