Con mala Muger el remedio Mucha Tierra por el medio. I have oft wondred why thou didst… Thy Mistress of a stuff none coul… That wore his eyes in the right pl…

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…

Ill busi’d man! why should’st thou… To lengthen out thy life’s short c… When ev’ry spectacle thou lookst u… Presents and acts thy execution. Each drooping season and each flow…

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…

BRAVE flowers—that I could gall… And be as little vain! You come abroad, and make a harmle… And to your beds of earth again. You are not proud: you know your b…

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…

Love is our Reasons Paradox, whic… Against the judgment doth maintain… And governs by such arbitrary laws… It onely makes the Act our Liking… We have no brave revenge, but to f…

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…

So soon grown old! hast thou been… Poor earth, once by my Love inhab… And must I live to calculate the… To which thy blooming youth could… But fell in the ascent! yet have n…

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…

Let no profane ignoble foot tread… This hallow’d peece of earth, Dor… A small sad relique of a noble spi… Free as the air, and ample as his… Whose least perfection was large,…

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…

Hearken O God unto a Wretches cr… Who low dejected at thy footstool… Let not the clamour of my heinous… Drown my requests, which strive to… At those bright gates, which alwai…

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…

Life is a crooked Labyrinth, and… Are daily lost in that Obliquity. ’Tis a perplexed circle, in whose… Nothing but sorrows and new sins a… How is the faint impression of eac…