Lucasta TELL me Alexis what this parting… That so like dying is, but is not… Alexis It is a swounding for a while from…

WITH that delight the Royal Cap… Before the Throne, to breath his… To tel his last tale, and so end w… Which gladly he esteemes a Benefi… When the brave Victor at his grea…

Behold! three sister-wonders, in w… Distinct and chast, the splendrous… Of Juno, Venus and the warlike M… Each in their three divinities arr… The majesty and state of Heav’ns…

WHEN I by thy faire shape did sw… And mingled with each Vowe a tear… I lov’d, I lov’d thee best, I swore as I profest ; For all the while you lasted warme…

OH thou that swing’st upon the wa… Of some well—filled Oaten Beard, Drunke ev’ry night with a Delicio… Dropt thee from Heav’n, where now… II

Now the peace is made at the foes… Whilst men of armes to kettles the… And drinke in caskes of honourable… In ev’ry hand [let] a cup be found… That from all hearts a health may…

SING out pent Soules, sing cheer… Care Shackles you in Liberty, Mirth frees you in Captivity: Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde?

AMARANTHA sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hai… As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, let it fly! Let it fly as unconfined

How have I bin religious? what st… Has scap’t me, that I never under… Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o’rth… Heald wounded states? made kings a… That FATE should be so merciful…

AUSONIUS LIB. EPIG. Trinarii quodam currentem in litto… Ante canes leporem caeruleus rapui… At lepus: in me omnis terrae pelag… Forsitan et coeli, si canis astra…

When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine ALTHEA brings To whisper at the grates; When I lye tangled in her haire,

UNHAPPY youth betrayd by Fate To such a Love hath Sainted Hate… And damned those Cælestiall bonds Are onely knit with equal hands ; The Love of Great Ones? 'Tis a…

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…

If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of… Natures exchequer shuffled in this… Peinture her richer rival did admi… And cry’d she wrought with more al… That judg’d the unnumber’d issue o…

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