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…

DE PUERO ET PRAECONE.… Cum puero bello praeconem qui vide… Quid credat, nisi se vendere discu… CATUL. With a fair boy a cryer we behold,

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…

“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,

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…

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…

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

OH thou that swing’st upon the wa… Of some well—filled Oaten Beard, Drunke ev’ry night with a Delicio… Dropt thee from Heav’n, where now… II

Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sigh’t; when she did close The world in frosty chaines! And then a frowne to rubies frose

LONG in thy Shackels, liberty, I ask not from these walls, but th… Left for a while anothers Bride, To fancy all the world beside. II

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…

That frown, Aminta, now hath drow… Thy bright front’s pow’r, and crow… Me that was bound. No, no, deceived cruel, no! Love’s fiery darts,

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…

Amyntor. Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be, Though so much wet and drie Doth drowne our eye, Thou keep’st thy winged voice from…

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.