When I entreat, either thou wilt… Or else my suit arriving at thy ea… Cools and dies there. A strange e… To freeze ith’ Sun, and in the sh… Whil’st all my blasted hopes decli…

Con mala Muger el remedio Mucha Tierra por el medio. I have oft wondred why thou didst… Thy Mistress of a stuff none coul… That wore his eyes in the right pl…

A prison is in all things like a g… Where we no better priviledges hav… Then dead men, nor so good. The s… Lives freer now, then when she was… In walls of flesh; and though she…

To have liv’d eminent in a degreee Beyond our lofty’st flights, that… Or t’have had too much merit is no… For such excesses find no Epitaph… At common graves we have Poetick…

Sad Relick of a blessed Soul! who… We sealed up in this religious dus… O do not thy low Exequies suspect As the cheap arguments of our negl… ’Twas a commanded duty that thy gr…

VVhen first the Magick of thine e… Usurpt upon my liberty, Triumphing in my hearts spoyl, tho… Didst lock up thine in such a vow; When I prove false, may the brigh…

The man is blest whose feet not tr… By wicked counsailes led: Nor stands in that perverted way, In which the Sinners stray; Nor joynes himselfe unto the chair…

But say thou very woman, why to me This fit of weakness and inconstan… What forfeit have I made of word… That I am rack’t on thy displeasu… If I have done a fault I do not s…

Tell me you stars that our affecti… Why made ye me that cruell one to… Why burnes my heart her scorned sa… Whose breast is hard as Chrystall… God of Desire! if all thy Votarie…

Hearken O God unto a Wretches cr… Who low dejected at thy footstool… Let not the clamour of my heinous… Drown my requests, which strive to… At those bright gates, which alwai…

Splendidis longum valedico nugis. Farewell fond Love, under whose c… I have serv’d out a weary Prentis… Thou that hast made me thy scorn’d… To dote on Rocks, but yielding Lo…

Perhaps ’twas but conceit. Errone… Thou art thine own distemper and o… Imagine then, that sick unwholsom… Was thy corruption breath’d into a… Nor is it strange, when we in char…

Il sabio mude conseio: Il loco pe… We lov’d as friends now twenty yea… Is’t time or reason think you to g… When though two prentiships set J… I have not held my Rachel dear at…

Since thou hast view’d some Gorgo… A solid stone: To bring again to softness thy har… Is past my art. Ice may relent to water in a thaw;

Peace my hearts blab, be ever dumb… Sorrowes speak loud without a tong… And my perplexed thoughts forbear To breath your selves in any ear: Tis scarce a true or manly grief