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Fond Lunatick forbear, why do’st… For thy affections pay e’re it is… Loves fruits are legal use; and th… Be onely taken on the marriage day… Who for this interest too early ca…
So breaks the day when the returni… Hath newly through his Winter Tro… As You (Great Sir!) in this regr… From the remoter Climate of the N… To tell You now what cares, what…
Lady your art or wit could nere de… To shame me more then in this nigh… Why I am quite unready, and my ey… Now winking like my candle, doth d… To guide my hand, if it had ought…
Should we our Sorrows in this Met… Oft as Misfortune doth their Subj… And to the sev’ral Losses which b… Pay diff’rent Rites at ev’ry Fune… Like narrow Springs drain’d by di…
Splendidis longum valedico nugis. Farewell fond Love, under whose c… I have serv’d out a weary Prentis… Thou that hast made me thy scorn’d… To dote on Rocks, but yielding Lo…
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…
When I entreat, either thou wilt… Or else my suit arriving at thy ea… Cools and dies there. A strange e… To freeze ith’ Sun, and in the sh… Whil’st all my blasted hopes decli…
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…
A prison is in all things like a g… Where we no better priviledges hav… Then dead men, nor so good. The s… Lives freer now, then when she was… In walls of flesh; and though she…
VVhether thy Fathers, or diseases… More mortal prov’d to thy unhappy… Our sorrow needs not question; sin… Is known for length and sharpness… Thy Feaver yet was kind; which th…
Peace my hearts blab, be ever dumb… Sorrowes speak loud without a tong… And my perplexed thoughts forbear To breath your selves in any ear: Tis scarce a true or manly grief
Out of the horrour of the lowest… Where cares & endlesse fears t… To thee (O Lord) I send my woful… O heare the accents of my misery. If Thy enquiry (Lord) should be s…
How long vain Hope do’st thou my… Say! must my expectation know no e… Thou wast more kind unto the wandr… Who did ten years his Wife and Co… Ten lazy Winters in my glass are…
Like an Oblation set before a Shr… Fair One! I offer up this heart o… Whether the Saint accept my Gift… Ile neither fear nor doubt before… For he whose faint distrust preven…
Not knowing who should my Acquitt… I know as little what discharge to… The favour is so great, that it ou… All forms of thankfulness I can p… Those grateful levies which my pen…