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SEE! with what constant Motion Even, and glorious, as the Sunne, Gratiana steeres that Noble Frame… Soft as her breast, sweet as her v… That gave each winding Law and po…
AH Lucasta, why so Bright! Spread with early streaked light! If still vailed from our sight, What is’t but eternall night? II
A Gentleman to give us somewhat n… Hath brought up Oxford with him t… Pray be not frighted—Tho the Scæn… The Universities, the Wits, the… The Lines each honest Englishman…
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…
Wise emblem of our politic world, Sage snail, within thine own self… Instruct me softly to make haste, Whilst these my feet go slowly fas… Compendious snail! thou seem’st to…
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…
Sir, how unravell’d is the golden… Men, that could only fool at FOX… Are new-made polititians by thy bo… And both can judge and conquer wit… The hidden fate of princes you unf…
[THE SONNET. No more Thou little winged archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas…
AUSONIUS EPIG. Emptis quod libris tibi bibliothec… Doctum et grammaticum te, philomus… Quinetiam cytharas, chordas et bar… Mercator hodie, cras citharoedus,…
If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of… Natures exchequer shuffled in this… Peinture her richer rival did admi… And cry’d she wrought with more al… That judg’d the unnumber’d issue o…
No more Thou little winged Archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas… No more,
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.
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…
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…
HOW I grieve that I am well! All my health was in my sicknes, Go then, Destiny, and tell, Very death is in this quicknes. II.