On a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pil… Sad Amynta sigh’d alone: From the cheerless dawn of morning Till the dews of night returning,

The longest tyranny that ever sway… Was that wherein our ancestors bet… Their free-born reason to the Sta… And made his torch their universal… So truth, while only one supplied…

While Arcite lives in bliss, the… Where hopeless Palamon in prison… For six long years immured, the ca… Had dragged his chains, and scarce… Lost liberty and love at once he b…

In days of old there lived, of mig… A valiant Prince, and Theseus was… A chief, who more in feats of arms… The rising nor the setting sun beh… Of Athens he was lord; much land…

Ladies! (I hope there’s none behi… I long to whisper something in you… A secret, which does much my mind… There’s treason in the play agains… A man that’s false to love, that v…

Chloe found Amyntas lying, All in tears, upon the plain, Sighing to himself, and crying, Wretched I, to love in vain! Kiss me, dear, before my dying;

Now turning from the wintry signs,… His course exalted through the Ra… And whirling up the skies, his cha… Through Taurus, and the lightsome… Where Venus from her orb descends…

’Tis hard, my friend, to write in… As damns not only poets, but the s… That sacred art, by heaven itself… Which Moses, David, Solomon, hav… Is now to be no more: the Muses’…

A milk-white Hind, immortal and u… Fed on the lawns, and in the fores… Without unspotted, innocent within… She fear’d no danger, for she knew… Yet had she oft been chas’d with h…

A parish-priest was of the pilgrim… An awful, reverend, and religious… His eyes diffused a venerable grac… And charity itself was in his face… Rich was his soul, though his atti…

Once I beheld the fairest of her… And still the sweet idea charms my… True, she was dumb; for nature gaz… Pleased with her work, that she fo… But, smiling, said—She still shal…

Of all the cities in Romanian lan… The chief and most renowned Raven… Adorned in ancient times with arms… And rich inhabitants with generous… But Theodore the brave, above the…

As needy gallants, in the scrivene… Court the rich knaves that gripe t… The first fat buck of all the seas… And keeper takes no fee in complim… The dotage of some Englishmen is…

Farewell, too little and too latel… Whom I began to think and call my… For sure our souls were near allie… Cast in the same poetic mould with… One common note on either lyre did…

To say this comedy pleased long ag… Is not enough to make it pass you… Yet, gentlemen, your ancestors had… When few men censured, and when fe… And Jonson, of those few the best…