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…

Heark, faire one, how what e’re he… Doth laugh and sing at thy distres… Not out of hate to thy reliefe, But joy t’ enjoy thee, though in g… II.

Tell me, ye subtill judges in love… Inform me, which hath most inricht… This diamonds greatnes, or its cla… II. Ye cloudy spark lights, whose vast…

For cherries plenty, and for coran… Enough for fifty, were there more… For elles of beere, flutes of cana… That well did wash downe pasties-… For peason, chickens, sawces high,

AD JUVENCIUM. CAT. EP. 49… Mellitos oculos tuos, Juvenci, Si quis me sinat usque basiare, Usque ad millia basiem trecenta; Nec unquam videat satur futurus:

What means this stately tablature, The ballance of thy streins, Which seems, in stead of sifting p… T’ extend and rack thy veins? Thy Odes first their own harmony…

CHORUS. THEN UNDERSTAND YOU… THIS LANGUAGE WITHOU… How often have my tears Invaded your soft ears,

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…

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…

To the richest Treasury That e’er fill’d ambitious eye; To the faire bright Magazin Hath impoverisht Love’s Queen; To th’ Exchequer of all honour

Here, here, oh here! Euridice, Here was she slaine ; Her soule 'still’d through a veine… The Gods knew lesse That time Divinitie,

Why should you sweare I am forswo… Since thine I vow’d to be? Lady it is already Morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.

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.

Cleft as the top of the inspired h… Struggles the soul of my divided q… Whilst this foot doth the watry mo… That Sinai’s living and enlivenin… Behold my powers storm’d by a twis…

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…