#English #XVIICentury
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,
DE ASINO QUI DENTIBU… Carminis iliaci libros consumpsit… Hoc fatum Troiae est: aut equus,… THE ASSE EATING THE AEN… A wretched asse the Aeneids did d…
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…
Lucasta TELL me Alexis what this parting… That so like dying is, but is not… Alexis It is a swounding for a while from…
Commanding asker, if it be Pity that you fain would have, Then I turn beggar unto thee, And ask the thing that thou dost c… I will suffice thy hungry need
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…
Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and… That larger sailes to thy broad ve… Snakes through thy guttur-neck his… Then on thy iron messe at supper f… O what a glorious transmigration
AUSON[IUS]. Toxica zelotypo dedit uxor maecha… Nec satis ad mortem credidit esse… Miscuit argenti lethalia pondera v… Ut celeret certam vis geminata nec…
What, so beyond all madnesse is th… Now he hath got out of himself! His fatal enemy the Bee, Nor his deceiv’d artillerie, His shackles, nor the roses bough
LUCASTA, frown, and let me die, But smile, and see, I live; The sad indifference of your eye Both kills and doth reprieve. You hide our fate within its scree…
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.
Wise emblem of our politick world, Sage Snayl, within thine own self… Instruct me softly to make hast, Whilst these my feet go slowly fas… Compendious Snayl! thou seem’st t…
[THE SONNET. No more Thou little winged archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas…
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…
I’ th’ autumn of a summer’s day, When all the winds got leave to pl… LUCASTA, that fair ship, is lan… And from its crust this almond bla… II.