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Why came I so untimely forth Into a world which, wanting thee, Could entertain us with no worth Or shadow of felicity? That time should me so far remove
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her… Tea both excels, which she vouchsa… The best of Queens, and best of h… To that bold nation, which the way… To the fair region where the sun d…
Tell me, lovely, loving pair! Why so kind, and so severe? Why so careless of our care, Only to yourselves so dear? By this cunning change of hearts,
Phyllis! why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? Can we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond their spa… Beauty like a shadow flies,
Stay, Phoebus! stay! The world to which you fly so fast… Conveying day From us to them, can pay your hast… With no such object, not salute yo…
Verse makes heroic virtue live; But you can life to verses give. As, when in open air we blow, The breath, though strained, sound… But if a trumpet take the blast,
Poets may boast, as safely vain, Their works shall with the world r… Both, bound together, live or die, The verses and the prophecy. But who can hope his lines should…
That which her slender waist confi… Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crow… His arms might do what this has do… It was my heaven’s extremest spher…
Chloris! yourself you so excel, When you vouchsafe to breathe my t… That, like a spirit, with this spe… Of my own teaching, I am taught. That eagle’s fate and mine are one…
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and… That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be…
It is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay, But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In vain (alas!) for everything
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals… Choice of their deities, this sacr… Had held an alter to her power, th… The peace and glory which these al… Embroidered so with flowers where…
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired t… Fair Sacharissa lov’d, but lov’d… Like PhÅbus sung the no less amo… Like Daphne she, as lovely, and a… With numbers he the flying nymph p…
Say, lovely dream, where couldst t… Shadows to counterfeit that face? Colors of this glorious kind Come not from any mortal place. In heaven itself thou sure wert dr…