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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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Song.

In mine one monument I lye, And in my self am buried; Sure, the quick lightning of her e… Melted my soul ith’ scabberd dead; And now like some pale ghost I wa…
To the Genius of Mr. John Hall. on His Exact Translation Of

Tis not from cheap thanks thinly t… Th’ immortal grove of thy fair-ord… Thou planted’st round my humble fa… Stick on thy hearse this sprig of… Nor that your soul so fast was lin…
When I by Thy Faire Shape Did Sweare

When I by thy faire shape did swe… And mingled with each vowe a teare… I lov’d, I lov’d thee best, I swore as I profest. For all the while you lasted warme…
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…
The Epilogue

THE stubborne author of the trifl… That just now cheated you of 2 hou… Presumptuous, it lik’t him, began… Carelesse, whether it pleased you… But we who ground th’ excellence o…
The Falcon

Fair Princesse of the spacious ai… That hast vouchsaf’d acquaintance… With us are quarter’d below stairs… That can reach heav’n with nought… Who, when our activ’st wings we tr…
On the Best, Last, and Only Remaning Comedy of Mr. Fletcher. the Wild Goose Chase

I’m un-ore-clowded, too! free from… The blind and late Heaven’s-eyes… Obscured with the false fires of h… Not half those souls are lightned… Unhappy murmurers, that still repi…
Song

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…
To Lucasta, From Prison

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.
The Grass-Hopper

OH thou that swing’st upon the wa… Of some well—filled Oaten Beard, Drunke ev’ry night with a Delicio… Dropt thee from Heav’n, where now… II
The Toad and Spyder. a Duell

Upon a day, when the Dog-star Unto the world proclaim’d a war, And poyson bark’d from black throa… And from his jaws infection shot, Under a deadly hen-bane shade
To my Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly : on that excellent Picture of his Majesty, and the Duke of Yorke, drawne by him at Hampton-Court

SEE! what a clouded Majesty! a… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so swee…
To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written

If in me anger, or disdaine In you, or both, made me refraine From th’ noble intercourse of vers… That only vertuous thoughts rehear… Then, chaste Ellinda, might you f…
To my Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: on That Excellent Pict

See! what a clouded majesty, and e… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth s… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so sweet…
Theophile Being Deny’D His Addresses to King James, Turned the Affront to His Own Glory in This Epigram

THEOPHILE BEING DENY… TURNED THE AFFRONT T… Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior, Ne trouue bon de me voir, Voila la cause infallible!



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