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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace

De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit.

DE ASINO QUI DENTIBUS AENEIDEM CONSUMPSIT.
 
Carminis iliaci libros consumpsit asellus;
 Hoc fatum Troiae est: aut equus, aut asinus.
 
        THE ASSE EATING THE AENEIDS.
 
A wretched asse the Aeneids did destroy:
A horse or asse is still the fate of Troy.

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Night. to Lucasta

Night! loathed jaylor of the lock’… And tyrant-turnkey on committed da… Bright eyes lye fettered in thy du… And Heaven it self doth thy dark… Thou dost arise our living hell;
Love Inthron’D

Introth, I do my self perswade, That the wilde boy is grown a man, And all his childishnesse off laid… E’re since Lucasta did his fires… H’ has left his apish jigs,
The Grasshopper

O thou that swing’st upon the wavi… Of some well—fillèd oaten beard, Drunk every night with a delicious… Dropped thee from heaven, where no… The joys of earth and air are thin…
To Lucasta, Going to the Wars

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet min… To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase,
Advice to my Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.

Frank, wil’t live unhandsomely? tr… Thy self to waving seas: for what… Calculated by sure event, must be, Look in the glassy-epithete, and s… Yet settle here your rest, and tak…
An Elegie. on the Death of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sist

Hither with hallowed steps as is t… That must enshrine this saint with… And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent… Enter the dismall chancell of this…
Dialogue Lucasta, Alexis

Lucasta. TELL me, ALEXIS, what this pa… That so like dying is, but is not… Alexis. It is a swounding for a while from…
Sonnet: Now the Peace is made at the Foes rate

Now the Peace is made at the Foes… Whilst men of Armes to Kettles th… And drinke in Caskes of Honourabl… In ev’ry hand a Cup be found, That from all Hearts a health may…
De Catone

DE CATONE. Invictus victis in partibus omnia… Vincere qui potuit, te, Cato, non… OF CATO. The world orecome, victorious Cae…
Paris’s Second Judgement, Upon the Three Daughters of my De

Behold! three sister-wonders, in w… Distinct and chast, the splendrous… Of Juno, Venus and the warlike M… Each in their three divinities arr… The majesty and state of Heav’ns…
To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas.

IF to be absent were to be Away from thee ; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone ; Then my Lucasta might I crave
Sonnet: Depose your finger of that Ring

Depose your finger of that Ring, And Crowne mine with’t awhile Now I restor’t.—Pray, do’s it bri… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,
Ad M. T. Ciceronem. Catul Ep. 50.

AD M. T. CICERONEM. CATUL EP. 50. Disertissime Romuli nepotum, Quot sunt, quotque fuere, Marce T… Quotque post alios erunt in annos,
Oreheus to Woods

Heark! Oh heark! you guilty tree… In whose gloomy galleries Was the cruell’st murder done, That e’re yet eclipst the sunne. Be then henceforth in your twigges
The Triumphs of Philamore and Amoret. to the Noblest of Our Youth and Best of Friends, Charles Cotton, Esquire. Being at Berisford, at His House in Straffordshire. From London. a Poem

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…



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