Lightned by that dimme Torch our… We sadly trace thy Coffin with ou… And though the Ceremonious Rites… Since thy fair body into earth was… Though all thy Hatchments into ra…

Fair one, why cannot you an old ma… He may as useful, and more constan… Experience shews you that maturer… Are a security against those fears Youth will expose you to; whose wi…

Fair one, you did on me bestow Comparisons too sweet to ow; And but I found them sent from yo… I durst not think they could be tr… But ’tis your uncontrolled power

My dearest Love! when thou and I… And th’ icy hand of death shall se… Which is all thine; within some sp… Ile leave no blanks for Legacies… Tis my ambition to die one of thos…

Il sabio mude conseio: Il loco pe… We lov’d as friends now twenty yea… Is’t time or reason think you to g… When though two prentiships set J… I have not held my Rachel dear at…

Dry those fair, those chrystal eye… Which like growing fountains rise To drown their banks. Griefs sull… Would better flow in furrow’d look… Thy lovely face was never meant

Praise ye the Lord, your Songs ad… To praise His Holynes: O praise Him in His pow’rs extent… Who rules the firmament. Praise Him for all His acts of mi…

I see that wreath which doth the w… ‘Gainst the quick strokes of thund… To keep off deaths pale dart. For… Thou hadst been number’d still wit… Times sithe had fear’d thy Lawrel…

I envy not thy mortal triumphs, D… (Thou enemy to Vertue as to Breat… Nor do I wonder much, nor yet com… The weekly numbers by thy arrow sl… The whole world is thy Factory, a…

Not that I would instruct or tuto… What is a Wifes behest, or Husban… Give I this Widdow-Wife. Your ea… Of knowledge makes such Precepts… This book is but your glass, where…

VVere I to leave no more then a g… Or but to hear the summons to my e… (Which I have long’d for) I could… Attire my grief in words, and so a… That passion in my bosom, which ou…

Dear Nan, I would not have thy co… Though I last night had twice so… Well is a Passion to the Market b… When such a treasure of advice is… With so much dross. And could’st…

I know no fitter subject for your… Then this, a meditation ripe for y… As you for it. Which when you rea… What kind of wife your self will o… Which happy day be neer you, and m…

This Pile thou seest built out of… Contains no shroud within, nor mou… This bloodless Trunk is destitute… Which may the Soul-fled Mansion e… This seeming Sepulchre (to tell t…

WE, that did nothing study but th… To love each other, with which tho… Rose with delight to us and with t… Must learn the hateful art, how to… We, that did nothing wish that He…