XII. On the same. I did but prompt the age to quit their c… By the known rules of antient libertie, When strait a barbarous noise environs m… Of Owles and Cuckoes, Asses, Apes and…

Per certo i bei vostr’occhi Donna mia Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole Si mi percuoton forte, come ci suole Per l’arene di Libia chi s’invia, Mentre un caldo vapor (ne senti pria)

Now the bright morning-star, Day’€™s ha… Comes dancing from the East, and leads… The flowery May, who from her green lap… The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose… Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire

This rich Marble doth enterr The honour’d Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth,

I did but prompt the age to quit their c… By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs… Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dog… As when those hinds that were transform’…

Diodati, e te’l diro con maraviglia, Quel ritroso io ch’amor spreggiar solea E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridea Gia caddi, ov’huom dabben talhor s’impig… Ne treccie d’oro, ne guancia vermiglia

Daughter to that good Earl, once Presid… Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury, Who liv’d in both, unstain’d with gold o… And left them both, more in himself cont… Till the sad breaking of that Parlament

Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous so… Now that the fields are dank, and ways a… Where shall we sometimes meet, and by th… Help waste a sullen day; what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will…

Perplex’d and troubl’d at his bad succes… The Tempter stood, nor had what to repl… Discover’d in his fraud, thrown from his… So oft, and the perswasive Rhetoric That sleek’t his tongue, and won so much…

Part of an entertainment presented to th… Darby at Harefield, by som Noble person… appear on the Scene in pastoral habit, m… of State with this Song. Look Nymphs, and Shepherds look,

When Faith and Love, which parted from… Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with… Meekly thou didst resign this earthly lo… Of death, called life, which us from lif… Thy works, and alms, and all thy good en…

A Book was writ of late call’d Tetracho… And wov’n close, both matter, form and s… The Subject new: it walk’d the Town a w… Numbring good intellects; now seldom por… Cries the stall-reader, bless us! what a…

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of… Stol’n on his wing my three—and—twentiet… My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom she… Perhaps my semblance might deceive the t…