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…

Dull as I was, to think that a co… Presum’d so neer her eye; When ’twas th’ industrious bee Mistook her glorious face for para… To summe up all his chymistry of s…

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.

DE SCAEVOLA. Lictorem pro rege necans nunc muti… Sacrifico propriam concremat igne… Miratur Porsenna virum, paenamque… Maxima cum obscessis faedera a vic…

YOU that shall live awhile before Old Time tyr’s, and is no more ; When that this Ambitious Stone Stoopes low as what it tramples on… Know that in that Age when Sinne

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,

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,

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,

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

When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine ALTHEA brings To whisper at the grates; When I lye tangled in her haire,

When I by thy faire shape did swe… And mingled with each vowe a teare… 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 capti… Before the throne, to breath his f… To tel his last tale, and so end w… Which gladly he esteemes a benefit… When the brave victor, at his grea…

[THE SONNET. No more Thou little winged archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas…

It was Amyntor’s Grove, that Chl… For ever ecchoes, and her glories; Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdess… That ever lawnes and lambes did bl… Her breath, like to the whispering…

Chloe, behold! againe I bowe: Againe possest, againe I woe; From my heat hath taken fire Damas, noble youth, and fries, Gazing with one of mine eyes,