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I SING her worth and praises, I… Of whom a Poet cannot lie. The little World the Great shall… Sea, Earth, her Body ; Heaven, h… Her Hair, Sunbeams, whofe every p…
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…
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…
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…
TEARS, flow no more, or if you n… Fall yet more slow, Do not the world invade, From smaller springs than yours ri… And they again a Sea have made,
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…
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,
MUST I then see, alas! eternal n… Sitting upon those fairest eyes, And closing all those beams, which… So radiant and bright, That light and heat in them to us…
Here lies King James, who did so… Unto the World that blest and qui… Wherein his Subjects liv’d, he se… That peace which Christ did leave… As once that King and Shepherd of…
Thou Black, wherein all colours a… And unto which they all at last re… Thou colour of the Sun where it d… And shadow, where it cools, in the… Whatever nature can, or hath dispo…
Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you mo… The time that tells our life, whi… Never so fast or farr, you’r new… Short steps shall overtake; for t… May scape his own Account, it sha…
Reader, here lies a Child that ne… And therefore never dy’d. ’Twas neither old nor yong, Born to this and the other world i… Let us them cease to mone,*
WHEN our rude and unfashion’d wo… A being in their elements enjoy’d, Senseless and void, Come at last to be formed by thy t… And from thy breath receive that l…
Black beamy hairs, which so seem t… From the extraction of those eyes, That into you she destin-like doth… The beams she spares, what time he… And by those hallowed fires,
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…
