#English #XVIICentury
THEOPHILE BEING DENY… TURNED THE AFFRONT T… Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior, Ne trouue bon de me voir, Voila la cause infallible!
I laugh and sing, but cannot tell Whether the folly on’t sounds well… But then I groan, Methinks, in tune; Whilst grief, despair and fear dan…
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
Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay b… Caelestial Sydney’s ARCADY; Heere’s a story that doth claime A little respite from his flame: Then with a quick dissolving looke
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…
AD JUVENCIUM. CAT. EP. 49… Mellitos oculos tuos, Juvenci, Si quis me sinat usque basiare, Usque ad millia basiem trecenta; Nec unquam videat satur futurus:
Amyntor. Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be, Though so much wet and drie Doth drowne our eye, Thou keep’st thy winged voice from…
HOW have I bin Religious? what s… Ha’s scap’t me that I never under… Have I Hel—guarded Hæresie o’rth… Heald wounded States? made Kings… That Fate should be so merciful t…
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…
DE CATONE. Invictus victis in partibus omnia… Vincere qui potuit, te, Cato, non… OF CATO. The world orecome, victorious Cae…
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…
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…
Amarantha sweet and fair Ah braid no more that shining hair… As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee let it fly. Let it fly as unconfin’d
Depose your finger of that ring, And crowne mine with’t awhile; Now I restor’t. Pray, dos it brin… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,
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 poy…