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…

TELL me no more how fair she is, I have no minde to hear The story of that distant bliss I never shall come near: By sad experience I have found

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…

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…

O all ye Nations record, The Praises of the Lord; Ye people through the Universe, Your Makers praise rehearse. For He to us great kindness shewe…

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…

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…

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…

VVhen your fair hand receives thi… You must not there for prose or ve… Those empty regions which within y… May by your self planted and peopl… And though we scarce allow your se…

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;

Tell me you stars that our affecti… Why made ye me that cruell one to… Why burnes my heart her scorned sa… Whose breast is hard as Chrystall… God of Desire! if all thy Votarie…

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…

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…

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…

The man is blest whose feet not tr… By wicked counsailes led: Nor stands in that perverted way, In which the Sinners stray; Nor joynes himselfe unto the chair…