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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace

De Puero Et Praecone. Catul.

DE PUERO ET PRAECONE.  CATUL.
 
Cum puero bello praeconem qui videt esse,
 Quid credat, nisi se vendere discupere?
 
 
                   CATUL.
 
With a fair boy a cryer we behold,
What should we think, but he would not be sold?

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Lucasta’s World Epode

Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sigh’t; when she did close The world in frosty chaines! And then a frowne to rubies frose
The Lady A. L. my Asylum in a Great Exteremity.

With that delight the Royal capti… Before the throne, to breath his f… To tel his last tale, and so end w… Which gladly he esteemes a benefit… When the brave victor, at his grea…
The Snayl

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…
To Chloe

Chloe behold! againe I bowe, Againe possest, againe I woe ; From my heat hath taken fire, Damas, noble youth, and fries: Gazing with one of mine eyes
The Triumphs of Philamore and Amoret. to the Noblest of Our

Sir, your sad absence I complain,… Her long-hid spring, that gave her… Who now her cheerful aromatick hea… Shrinks in her cold and dismal wid… Whilst the false sun her lover dot…
Portii Licinii

PORTII LICINII. Si Phoebi soror es, mando tibi, D… Scilicet, ut fratri quae peto verb… Marmore Sicanio struxi tibi, Delp… Et levibus calamis candida verba d…
In Mine One Monument I Lye

In mine one monument I lye, And in my self am buried; Sure, the quick lightning of her e… Melted my soul ith’ scabberd dead; And now like some pale ghost I wa…
De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit.

DE ASINO QUI DENTIBU… Carminis iliaci libros consumpsit… Hoc fatum Troiae est: aut equus,… THE ASSE EATING THE AEN… A wretched asse the Aeneids did d…
To Lucasta From Prison an Epode

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.
To Althea, from Prison

When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my Gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates; When I lie tangled in her hair,
The Epilogue

THE stubborne author of the trifl… That just now cheated you of 2 hou… Presumptuous, it lik’t him, began… Carelesse, whether it pleased you… But we who ground th’ excellence o…
Courante Monsieur

That frown, Aminta, now hath drow… Thy bright front’s pow’r, and crow… Me that was bound. No, no, deceived cruel, no! Love’s fiery darts,
The Triumphs of Philamore and Amoret. to the Noblest of Our Youth and Best of Friends, Charles Cotton, Esquire. Being at Berisford, at His House in Straffordshire. From London. a Poem

Sir, your sad absence I complain,… Her long-hid spring, that gave her… Who now her cheerful aromatick hea… Shrinks in her cold and dismal wid… Whilst the false sun her lover dot…
A Fly Caught in a Cobweb

Small type of great ones, that do… Within this whole world’s narrow r… That with a busie hollow noise Catch at the people’s vainer voice… And with spread sails play with th…
De Quintia Et Sesbia. Ep. 87

DE QUINTIA ET LESBIA. EP… Quintia formosa est multis, mihi c… Recta est; haec ego sic singula co… Tota illud formosa nego: nam multa… Nulla in tam magno est corpore mic…



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