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“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,
DE PUERO ET PRAECONE.… Cum puero bello praeconem qui vide… Quid credat, nisi se vendere discu… CATUL. With a fair boy a cryer we behold,
Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sighed, when she did close The world in frosty chains! And then a frown to rubies froze
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…
The day is curl’d about agen To view the splendor she was in; When first with hallow’d hands The holy man knit the mysterious b… When you two your contracted souls…
Hearke, reader! wilt be learn’d it… A gen’rall in a gowne? Strike a league with arts and scar… And snatch from each a crowne? II.
Mongst the worlds wonders, there d… One greater than the rest, that’s… And her own self beside: A Lady,… Is with vast honours soul and virt… Fair as original light first from…
Sweet serene skye-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long clowdy bed Shoot forth thy damaske head. II.
SEE! what an undisturbed teare She weepes for her last sleepe ; But, viewing her straight wak’d a… She weepes that she did weepe. II
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…
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,
Heark! Oh heark! you guilty tree… In whose gloomy galleries Was the cruell’st murder done, That e’re yet eclipst the sunne. Be then henceforth in your twigges
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
You that shall live awhile, before Old time tyrs, and is no more: When that this ambitious stone Stoopes low as what it tramples on… Know that in that age, when sinne
Love drunk, the other day, knockt… But I, alas! was not within. My man, my ear, told me he came t’… That without cause h’d boxed him, And battered the windows of mine e…