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No more Thou little winged Archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas… No more,
WERE it that you so shun me 'cau… (Cruels’t) a fellow in your wretch… Or that you take some small ease i… Torments, to heare another sadly g… I were most happy in my paines, to…
AVIENI V. C. AD AMICOS. Rure morans, quid agam, respondi,… Mane, deum exoro famulos, post arv… Partitusque meis justos indico lab… Inde lego, Phoebumque cio, Musamq…
Sir, your sad absence I complain,… Her long-hid spring, that gave her… Who now her cheerful aromatick hea… Shrinks in her cold and dismal wid… Whilst the false sun her lover dot…
Chloe behold! againe I bowe, Againe possest, againe I woe ; From my heat hath taken fire, Damas, noble youth, and fries: Gazing with one of mine eyes
Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sigh’t; when she did close The world in frosty chaines! And then a frowne to rubies frose
Why should you swear I am forswor… Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.
AUSONIUS LIB. EPIG. Trinarii quodam currentem in litto… Ante canes leporem caeruleus rapui… At lepus: in me omnis terrae pelag… Forsitan et coeli, si canis astra…
Long in thy shackels, liberty I ask not from these walls, but th… Left for awhile anothers bride, To fancy all the world beside. II.
See! what an undisturbed teare She weepes for her last sleepe; But, viewing her, straight wak’d a… She weepes that she did weepe. II.
Amarantha sweet and faire, Ah brade no more that shining hair… As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee, let it flye. II.
HITHER with hallowed steps as i… That must enshrine this saint with… profound, And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent…
Strive not, vain lover, to be fine… Thy silk’s the silk-worm’s, and no… You lessen to a fly your mistriss’… To think it may be in a cobweb cau… What, though her thin transparent…
If teares could wash the ill away, A pearle for each wet bead I’d pa… But as dew’d corne the fuller grow… So water’d eyes but swell our woes… II.
I laugh and sing, but cannot tell Whether the folly on’t sounds well… But then I groan, Methinks, in tune; Whilst grief, despair and fear dan…