Dissolved by EUDORA. Not that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispa… Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care… And back my Steps command:

Dorinda. Sabæan Perfumes fragran… With all the Flowers that Paint t… Scatter them all in young Alexis’… With all that’s sweet and (like hi… Alexis. Immortal Laurels and as l…

The Sun’s my Fire, when it does s… The hollow Spring’s my Cave of W… The Rocks and Woods afford me Me… This Lamb and I on one Dish eat: The neighbouring Herds my Garment…

Tell me thou safest End of all ou… Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee… Thou gentle drier o’th’ afflicteds… Thou noble ender of the Cowards F… Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad d…

Next Heaven my Vows to thee (O S… I offer’d up, nor didst thou them… O Queen of Verse, said I, if tho… And warm my Soul with thy Poetiqu… No Love of Gold shall share with…

FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, Too long ye have my Soul misled, Too long with Aiery Diet fed: But now my Heart ye shall no more

Under the Discipline of an Excell… How comes the Day orecast? the Fl… Darkn’d at Noon, as if his Course… He never rose more proud, more gla… Ne’re courted Daphne with a brigh…

In Answer to his Complemental Ve… Long my dull Muse in heavy slumbe… Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease… Her Fill of Rest resolving to enj… Or fancying little worthy her empl…

Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Lic… Melibæus. Welcome fair Nymphs, m… Distemp’ring Heats do now the Pla… But you may sit, from Sun securel… If you an old mans company not fea…

Seest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o’er-looks the swellin… Where never Shepherd fed his Floc… Or careful Peasant sow’d his Grai… No wholesome Herb grows on the sa…

OF all the Poisons that the fruit… E’er yet brought forth, or Monste… Nought to Mankind has e’er so fat… As thou, accursed Gold, their Car… Methinks I the Advent’rous Merch…

On BILLINDA. Wanton Bellinda loudly does compl… I’ve chang’d my Love of late into… Calls me unconstant, cause I now… The chast Marcella, that lov’d he…

[I.] Arise my Dove, from mid’st of Pot… Thy sully’d Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of Heaven, that wil…

Return my dearest Lord, at length… Let me no longer your sad absence… Ilium in Dust, does no more Work… No more Employment for your Wit o… Why did not the fore-seeing Gods…

1 We deem them moderate, but En… 2 What barely will suffice, and… 3 Who say, (O Jove) a competenc… 4 Neither in Luxury, or Want we… 5 But what is that, which these…