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PORTII LICINII. Si Phoebi soror es, mando tibi, D… Scilicet, ut fratri quae peto verb… Marmore Sicanio struxi tibi, Delp… Et levibus calamis candida verba d…
THEOPHILE BEING DENY… TURNED THE AFFRONT T… Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior, Ne trouue bon de me voir, Voila la cause infallible!
MAR. LIB. IV. EP. 33. Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide co… Ut videatur apis nectare clausa su… Sic modo, quae fuerat vita contemp… Funeribus facta est jam preciosa s…
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet min… To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase,
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,
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,
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
THE stubborne author of the trifl… That just now cheated you of 2 hou… Presumptuous, it lik’t him, began… Carelesse, whether it pleased you… But we who ground th’ excellence o…
“Come, pretty birds, present your… And learn to chaunt a goddess prai… Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ’d to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
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…
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,
A LA CHABOT. Object adorable et charmant! Mes souspirs et mes pleurs tesmoig… Mais mon respect m’empeche de parl… Ah! que peine dissimuler!
HOW I grieve that I am well! All my health was in my sicknes, Go then, Destiny, and tell, Very death is in this quicknes. II.
ITEM. Ictu non potuit primo Cato solver… Defecit tanto vulnere victa manus: Altius inseruit digitos, qua spiri… Exiret, magnum dextera fecit iter.
SING out pent Soules, sing cheer… Care Shackles you in Liberty, Mirth frees you in Captivity: Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde?