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…

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

Great Lady! That thus quite again… We speak your welcome by an Engli… And in a vulgar tongue our zeales… Is to confess your large prerogati… Who have the pow’rful freedom to d…

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…

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 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

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…

1 Accept, thou shrine of my de… 2 Instead of dirges, this comp… 3 And for sweet flow’rs to cro… 4 From thy griev’d friend, who… 5 Quite melted into tears for…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Essex twice made unhappy by a Wif… Yet Marry’d worse unto the People… He who by two Divorces did untie His Bond of Wedlock and of Loyal… Who was by Easiness of Nature bre…

Move on thou floating Trophee bui… And bid her trump spread thy Maje… That the blew Tritons, and those… Which sport themselves upon the da… May bow as to their Neptune, when…