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Like a cold fatal sweat which ushe… My thoughts hang on me, & my l… Stopt up with sighs, my fancie big… Feels two twinn’d mountains strugg… Of boundless sorrow one, t’other o…
Since thou hast view’d some Gorgo… A solid stone: To bring again to softness thy har… Is past my art. Ice may relent to water in a thaw;
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…
At this glad Triumph, when most P… Their quill, I did not bridle up… For sloth or less devotion. I am… That can well keep my Holy-dayes… That can the blessings of my King…
Perhaps ’twas but conceit. Errone… Thou art thine own distemper and o… Imagine then, that sick unwholsom… Was thy corruption breath’d into a… Nor is it strange, when we in char…
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…
I prethee turn that face away Whose splendour but benights my da… Sad eyes like mine, and wounded he… Shun the bright rayes which beauty… Unwelcome is the Sun that pries
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
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…
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…
For all the Ship-wracks, and the… Lost men have gain’d within the fu… The Sea hath fin’d and for our wr… When its wrought foam a Venus did… But what repair wilt thou unhappy…
Brought forth in sorrow, and bred… Two tender Children here entombed… One Place, one Sire, one Womb th… They had one mortal sickness, and… And though they cannot number many…
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…
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…
Go thou that vainly do’st mine eye… To taste the softer comforts of th… And bid’st me cool the feaver of m… In those sweet balmy dewes which s… Enjoy thine own peace in untrouble…