#English #XVIICentury
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…
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…
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.
The childish god of love did swear… Thus: By my awfull bow and quiver… Yon’ weeping, kissing, smiling pai… I’le scatter all their vowes i’ th… And their knit imbraces shiver.
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…
Now the peace is made at the foes… Whilst men of armes to kettles the… And drinke in caskes of honourable… In ev’ry hand [let] a cup be found… That from all hearts a health may…
AD LESBIAM, CAT. EP. 73. Dicebas quondam, solum to nosse C… Lesbia, nec prae me velle tenere… Dilexi tum te, non tantum ut vulgu… Sed pater ut gnatos diligit et gen…
Depose your finger of that Ring, And Crowne mine with’t awhile Now I restor’t.—Pray, do’s it bri… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,
AD QUINTIUM. CAT. EP. 83. Quinti, si tibi vis oculos debere… Aut aliud si quid carius est oculi… Eripere ei noli, multo quod carius… Est oculis, seu quid carius est oc…
Behold! three sister-wonders, in w… Distinct and chast, the splendrous… Of Juno, Venus and the warlike M… Each in their three divinities arr… The majesty and state of Heav’ns…
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…
DE CATONE. Invictus victis in partibus omnia… Vincere qui potuit, te, Cato, non… OF CATO. The world orecome, victorious Cae…
SHE beat the happy pavement— By such a star made firmament, Which now no more the roof envi… But swells up high, with Atlas… Bearing the brighter nobler hea…
AMARANTHA sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hai… As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, let it fly! Let it fly as unconfined
