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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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The Scrutinie

Why should you sweare I am forswo… Since thine I vow’d to be? Lady it is already Morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.
Amyntor'S Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, and Gratiana

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…
Auson[ius]

AUSON[IUS]. Toxica zelotypo dedit uxor maecha… Nec satis ad mortem credidit esse… Miscuit argenti lethalia pondera v… Ut celeret certam vis geminata nec…
To my truely valiant, learned Friend, who in his booke resolv'd the Art Gladiatory into the Mathematick's

Hearke, reader! wilt be learn’d it… A gen’rall in a gowne? Strike a league with arts and scar… And snatch from each a crowne? II
Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14.

MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14. Casta suo gladium cum traderet Ar… Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa s… Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non… Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Pae…
Sir Thomas wortley’s Sonnet Answered.

No more Thou little winged Archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas… No more,
To my Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. on His Poems Moral

Cleft as the top of the inspired h… Struggles the soul of my divided q… Whilst this foot doth the watry mo… That Sinai’s living and enlivenin… Behold my powers storm’d by a twis…
Female Glory

Mongst the worlds wonders, there d… One greater than the rest, that’s… And her own self beside: A Lady,… Is with vast honours soul and virt… Fair as original light first from…
An Elegie: on the Death of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister to Mr. C. Cotton

HITHER with hallowed steps as i… That must enshrine this saint with… profound, And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent…
Orpheus to Beasts

Here, here, oh here! Euridice, Here was she slaine ; Her soule 'still’d through a veine… The Gods knew lesse That time Divinitie,
Another

As I beheld a winter’s evening ai… Curl’d in her court-false-locks of… Butter’d with jessamine the sun le… II. Galliard and clinquant she appear’…
Lucasta paying her Obsequies to the Chast memory of my dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne.

SEE! what an undisturbed teare She weepes for her last sleepe ; But, viewing her straight wak’d a… She weepes that she did weepe. II
Gratiana Dauncing and Singing

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…
Lucasta's World. Epode

Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sighed, when she did close The world in frosty chains! And then a frown to rubies froze
To Lucasta

AH Lucasta, why so Bright! Spread with early streaked light! If still vailed from our sight, What is’t but eternall night? II



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