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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…
In the nativity of time, Chloris! it was not thought a crim… In direct Hebrew for to woe. Now wee make love, as all on fire, Ring retrograde our lowd desire,
CHORUS. THEN UNDERSTAND YOU… THIS LANGUAGE WITHOU… How often have my tears Invaded your soft ears,
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:
Depose your finger of that ring, And crowne mine with’t awhile; Now I restor’t. Pray, dos it brin… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,
IN RUFUM. CATUL. EP. 64. Noli admirari, quare tibi foemina… Rufe, velit tenerum supposuisse fe… Non ullam rarae labefactes munere… Aut pellucidulis deliciis lapidis.
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.
Thou snowy farme with thy five ten… Tell thy white mistris here was on… That call’d to pay his dayly rents… But she a-gathering flowr’s and he… And thou left voyd to rude possess…
“Come, pretty birds, present your… And learn to chaunt a goddess prai… Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ’d to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
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…
Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkind… That from the nunnerie Of thy chaste breast and quiet min… To warre and armes I flie. True: a new Mistresse now I chase…
WHEN I by thy faire shape did sw… And mingled with each Vowe a tear… I lov’d, I lov’d thee best, I swore as I profest ; For all the while you lasted warme…
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…
Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay b… Caelestial Sydney’s ARCADY; Heere’s a story that doth claime A little respite from his flame: Then with a quick dissolving looke
Now fie upon that everlasting life… She hates! Ah me! It makes me m… As if love fir’d his torch at a mo… Or with his joyes e’re crown’d the… Oh, let me live and shout, when I…