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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,
If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then my LUCASTA might I crave
How have I bin religious? what st… Has scap’t me, that I never under… Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o’rth… Heald wounded states? made kings a… That FATE should be so merciful…
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…
YEE happy floods! that now must… The sacred conduicts of her Wombe… Smooth, and transparent as your fa… When you are deafe, and windes are… II
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,
Sir, how unravell’d is the golden… Men, that could only fool at FOX… Are new-made polititians by thy bo… And both can judge and conquer wit… The hidden fate of princes you unf…
SENECAE EX CLEANTHE. Duc me, Parens celsique Dominator… Quocunque placuit, nulla parendi m… Adsum impiger; fac nolle, comitabo… Malusque patiar facere, quod licui…
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…
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…
Ah LUCASTA, why so bright? Spread with early streaked light! If still vailed from our sight, What is’t but eternall night? II.
THEOPHILE BEING DENY… TURNED THE AFFRONT T… Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior, Ne trouue bon de me voir, Voila la cause infallible!
Twas not for some calm blessing to… Thou didst thy polish’d hands in s… It were no blessing thus obtain’d; Thou rather would’st a curse have… Then let thy warm driven snow be e…
IF to be absent were to be Away from thee ; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone ; Then my Lucasta might I crave
Sir, your sad absence I complain,… Her long-hid spring, that gave her… Who now her cheerful aromatick hea… Shrinks in her cold and dismal wid… Whilst the false sun her lover dot…