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WITH that delight the Royal Cap… Before the Throne, to breath his… To tel his last tale, and so end w… Which gladly he esteemes a Benefi… When the brave Victor at his grea…
CHORUS. THEN UNDERSTAND YOU… THIS LANGUAGE WITHOU… How often have my tears Invaded your soft ears,
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…
OUT OF THE ANTHOLOGIE. Daknomenos, lexas ouk eti me blepe… IN AN ENGLISH DISTICK. A fool, much bit by fleas, put out… You shall not see me now (quoth he…
Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sighed, when she did close The world in frosty chains! And then a frown to rubies froze
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…
THEOPHILE BEING DENY… TURNED THE AFFRONT T… Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior, Ne trouue bon de me voir, Voila la cause infallible!
When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine ALTHEA brings To whisper at the grates; When I lye tangled in her haire,
PRAY Ladies breath, awhile lay b… Cælestial Sydney’s Arcady ; Heere’s a Story that doth Claime A little respite from his Flame: Then with a quick dissolving looke
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…
Vnhappy youth, betrayd by Fate To such a love hath sainted hate, And damned those celestiall bands Are onely knit with equal hands; The love of great ones is a love,
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…
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,
MART. EP. XV. LIB. 6. Dum Phaetontea formica vagatur in… Implicuit tenuem succina gutta fer… Dignum tantorum pretium tulit illa… Credibile est ipsam sic voluisse m…
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.