#English #XVIICentury
Hither with hallowed steps as is t… That must enshrine this saint with… And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent… Enter the dismall chancell of this…
Divine Destroyer, pitty me no mor… Or else more pitty me; Give me more love, ah, quickly giv… Or else more cruelty! For left thus as I am,
DE CATONE. Invictus victis in partibus omnia… Vincere qui potuit, te, Cato, non… OF CATO. The world orecome, victorious Cae…
When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my Gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates; When I lie tangled in her hair,
IF in me Anger, or disdaine In you, or both, made me refraine From th’ Noble intercourse of Ver… That only Vertuous thoughts rehea… Then Chaste Ellinda might you fea…
Fair Princesse of the spacious ai… That hast vouchsaf’d acquaintance… With us are quarter’d below stairs… That can reach heav’n with nought… Who, when our activ’st wings we tr…
What means this stately tablature, The ballance of thy streins, Which seems, in stead of sifting p… T’ extend and rack thy veins? Thy Odes first their own harmony…
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…
Heark, how she laughs aloud, Although the world put on its shro… Wept at by the fantastic crowd, Who cry: one drop, let fall From her, might save the universal…
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…
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,
EASTRICH! Thou featherd Fool… That larger sailes to thy broad V… Snakes through thy guttur—neck his… Then on thy I’ron Messe at supper… II
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…
AH me! the little Tyrant Theefe! As once my heart was playing, He snatcht it up and flew away, Laughing at all my praying. II
Why should you swear I am forswor… Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.