Love drunk, the other day, knockt… But I, alas! was not within. My man, my ear, told me he came t’… That without cause h’d boxed him, And battered the windows of mine e…

The day is curl’d about agen To view the splendor she was in; When first with hallow’d hands The holy man knit the mysterious b… When you two your contracted souls…

QUINTI CATULI. Constiteram exorientem Auroram fo… Cum subito a laeva Roscius exorit… Pace mihi liceat, coelestes, dicer… Mortalis visu pulchrior esse deo.

If in me anger, or disdaine In you, or both, made me refraine From th’ noble intercourse of vers… That only vertuous thoughts rehear… Then, chaste Ellinda, might you f…

I’m un-ore-clowded, too! free from… The blind and late Heaven’s-eyes… Obscured with the false fires of h… Not half those souls are lightned… Unhappy murmurers, that still repi…

Hither with hallowed steps as is t… That must enshrine this saint with… And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent… Enter the dismall chancell of this…

IT was Amyntor’s Grove, that Chl… For ever Ecchoes and her Glories… Chloris, the gentlest Sheapherdes… That ever Lawnes and Lambes did b… Her Breath like to the whispering…

Sweet serene skye-like Flower, Haste to adorn her Bower: From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head. II.

YOU that shall live awhile before Old Time tyr’s, and is no more ; When that this Ambitious Stone Stoopes low as what it tramples on… Know that in that Age when Sinne

If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then my LUCASTA might I crave

Why shouldst thou sweare I am for… Since thine I vow’d to be? Lady, it is already Morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.

Fair Princesse of the spacious ai… That hast vouchsaf’d acquaintance… With us are quarter’d below stairs… That can reach heav’n with nought… Who, when our activ’st wings we tr…

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.

AD M. T. CICERONEM. CATUL EP. 50. Disertissime Romuli nepotum, Quot sunt, quotque fuere, Marce T… Quotque post alios erunt in annos,

Wise emblem of our politick world, Sage Snayl, within thine own self… Instruct me softly to make hast, Whilst these my feet go slowly fas… Compendious Snayl! thou seem’st t…