#English #XVIICentury
AD JUVENCIUM. CAT. EP. 49… Mellitos oculos tuos, Juvenci, Si quis me sinat usque basiare, Usque ad millia basiem trecenta; Nec unquam videat satur futurus:
AUSONIUS EPIG. Emptis quod libris tibi bibliothec… Doctum et grammaticum te, philomus… Quinetiam cytharas, chordas et bar… Mercator hodie, cras citharoedus,…
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…
I SAW a little Diety, Minerva in Epitomy, Whom Venus at first blush, surpri… Tooke for her winged wagge disguis… But viewing then whereas she made
That frantick errour I adore, And am confirm’d the earth turns r… Now satisfied o’re and o’re, As rowling waves, so flowes the gr… And as her neighbour reels the sho…
WERE it that you so shun me 'cau… (Cruels’t) a fellow in your wretch… Or that you take some small ease i… Torments, to heare another sadly g… I were most happy in my paines, to…
HITHER with hallowed steps as i… That must enshrine this saint with… profound, And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent…
This Queen of Prey (now prey to y… Fast to that pirch of ivory In silver chaines and silken clue, Hath now made full thy victory: II.
You, that can aptly mixe your joye… And weave white Iös with black El… Can Caroll out a Dirge, and in on… Sing to the Tune, either of life,… You, that can weepe the gladnesse…
Heark! Oh heark! you guilty Tre… In whose gloomy Galleries Was the cruell’st murder done, That e’re yet eclipst the Sunne ; Be then henceforth in your twigges
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.
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
As I beheld a winter’s evening ai… Curl’d in her court-false-locks of… Butter’d with jessamine the sun le… II. Galliard and clinquant she appear’…
UNHAPPY youth betrayd by Fate To such a Love hath Sainted Hate… And damned those Cælestiall bonds Are onely knit with equal hands ; The Love of Great Ones? 'Tis a…
If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of… Natures exchequer shuffled in this… Peinture her richer rival did admi… And cry’d she wrought with more al… That judg’d the unnumber’d issue o…