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When we for age could neither read… The subject made us able to indite… The soul, with nobler resolutions… The body stooping, does herself er… No mortal parts are requisite to r…
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…
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,
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…
The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams… But your full majesty at once brea…
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…
[Upon His Majesty’s Happy Return… The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams…
[To my Lord Protector, of the Pr… While with a strong and yet a gent… You bridle faction, and our hearts… Protect us from ourselves, and fro… Make us unite, and make us conquer…
Behold the brand of beauty tossed! See how the motion does dilate the… Delighted love his spoils does boa… And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confined,
While I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Such moving sounds from such a car… So unconcerned herself, and we so… What art is this, that with so lit… Transports us thus, and o’er the s… The trembling strings about her fi…
Where’er thy navy spreads her canv… Homage to thee, and peace to all,… The French and Spaniard, when thy… Forget their hatred, and consent t… So Jove from Ida did both hosts s…
[And Death of His Highness Ensui… We must resign! Heaven his great… In storms, as loud as his immortal… His dying groans, his last breath,… And trees uncut fall for his funer…