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…

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…

VVere thy heart soft as thou art… Thou wer’t a wonder past compare: But frozen Love and fierce disdai… By their extremes thy graces stain… Cold coyness quenches the still fi…

It is, Sir, a confest intrusion h… That I before your labours do app… Which no loud Herald need, that m… Or seek acceptance, but the Autho… Much less that should this happy w…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Fair one, why cannot you an old ma… He may as useful, and more constan… Experience shews you that maturer… Are a security against those fears Youth will expose you to; whose wi…

VVhen first the Magick of thine e… Usurpt upon my liberty, Triumphing in my hearts spoyl, tho… Didst lock up thine in such a vow; When I prove false, may the brigh…

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…

Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy h… Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flo…

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…

Sad Relick of a blessed Soul! who… We sealed up in this religious dus… O do not thy low Exequies suspect As the cheap arguments of our negl… ’Twas a commanded duty that thy gr…

But is it true, the Court mislik’… That Christ-Church and the Arts… That Ignoramus should so far exce… Their Hobby-horse from ours hath… Troth you are justly serv’d, that…