Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you mo… The time that tells our life, whic… Never so fast or farr, you’r new b… Short steps shall overtake; for th… May scape his own Account, it sha…

Must he be ever dead? Cannot we a… Another life unto that Prince tha… Our souls laid up in him? Could n… Now when he left us, make that bod… After his death one Age? And keep…

I SAY, ’tis hard to write Satire… Great’ned in his long course, and… Be now like to a Deluge, yet, as… ’Tis doubtful in his original. Th… We may thus much on either part pr…

Deep sighs, records of my unpitied… Memorials of my true though hopele… Keep time with my sad thoughts, ti… My long despairs for vain and caus… Yet if such hap never to you befal…

Thus ends my Love, but this doth… That so it ends, but that ends too… Besides the Wishes, hopes and tim… Troubles my mind awhile, that I a… Free, worse then denied: I can ne…

Having interred her infant-birth, The watery ground that late did mo… Was strewed with flowers for the r… Of the wished bridegroom of the ea… The well-accorded birds did sing

If you do love as well as I, Then every minute from your heart A thought doth part: And wingèd with desire doth fly Till it hath met, in a straight li…

Black beauty, which above that com… Whose Power can no colours here r… But those which darkness can again… Do’st still remain unvary’d to the… And like an object equal to the vi…

Regardful Pretence! whose fix’d M… Darts Admiration on the gazing Lo… That brings it not: State sits in… Divulging forth her Laws in the f… Of thy Commandements, which none…

Fatal Aspect ! that hast an Influ… More powerful far than those Immo… That but incline the Will and mov… Which thou alone contrain'st, kind… Of such an holy force, as more ins…

Now that the April of your youth… The garden of your face; Now that for you each knowing love… And all seek to your grace; Do nor repay affection with scorns…

Breaking from under that thy cloud… Open and shine yet more, shine out… Thou glorious golden-beam-darting… Even till my wonder-stricken sense… Shoot out in light and shine those…

Madam, though I am one of those That every Spring use to compose, That is, add feet unto round Pros… Yet you further art disclose, And can, as every body knows,

Love, of this clearest, frailest… Divide the properties, so as In the division may appear Clearness for me, frailty for her.