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Wise emblem of our politic world, Sage snail, within thine own self… Instruct me softly to make haste, Whilst these my feet go slowly fas… Compendious snail! thou seem’st to…
Forbear this liquid fire, Fly, It is more fatal then the dry, That singly, but embracing, wounds… And this at once both burns and dr… II.
Long in thy shackels, liberty I ask not from these walls, but th… Left for awhile anothers bride, To fancy all the world beside. II.
Now the Peace is made at the Foes… Whilst men of Armes to Kettles th… And drinke in Caskes of Honourabl… In ev’ry hand a Cup be found, That from all Hearts a health may…
PRAY Ladies breath, awhile lay b… Cælestial Sydney’s Arcady ; Heere’s a Story that doth Claime A little respite from his Flame: Then with a quick dissolving looke
To the richest Treasury That e’er fill’d ambitious eye; To the faire bright Magazin Hath impoverisht Love’s Queen; To th’ Exchequer of all honour
Sing out, pent soules, sing cheere… Care shackles you in liberty: Mirth frees you in captivity. Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde?
Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE, Here was she slaine; Her soule 'still’d through a veine… The gods knew lesse That time divinitie,
See! what a clouded majesty, and e… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth s… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so sweet…
SEE! with what constant Motion Even, and glorious, as the Sunne, Gratiana steeres that Noble Frame… Soft as her breast, sweet as her v… That gave each winding Law and po…
SANAZARI HEXASTICON. Viderat Adriacis quondam Neptunus… Stare urbem et toto ponere Jura m… Nunc mihi Tarpeias quantumvis, Ju… Objice et illa mihi moenia Martis…
When I by thy faire shape did swe… And mingled with each vowe a teare… I lov’d, I lov’d thee best, I swore as I profest. For all the while you lasted warme…
This is the prittiest motion: Madam, th’ alarums of a drumme That cals your lord, set to your c… To mine are sacred symphonies. What, though ’tis said I have a v…
For cherries plenty, and for coran… Enough for fifty, were there more… For elles of beere, flutes of cana… That well did wash downe pasties-… For peason, chickens, sawces high,
LONG in thy Shackels, liberty, I ask not from these walls, but th… Left for a while anothers Bride, To fancy all the world beside. II