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

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,

Forbear this liquid fire, Fly, It is more fatal then the dry, That singly, but embracing, wounds… And this at once both burns and dr… II.

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…

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

AUSONIUS. Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi po… Ignotamque oculis solicitare manu? Aeris et venti sum filia, mater in… Indicii, vocemque sine mente gero.

THOU snowy Farme with thy five… Tell thy white Mistris here was o… That call’d to pay his dayly Rent… But she agathering Flowr’s and He… And thou left voyd to rude Posses…

I cannot tell, who loves the skele… Of a poor marmoset; nought but boa… Give me a nakednesse, with her clo… II. Such, whose white-sattin upper coa…

AH me! the little Tyrant Theefe! As once my heart was playing, He snatcht it up and flew away, Laughing at all my praying. II

TELL me, ye subtill judges in lo… Inform me, which hath most inricht… This diamonds greatnes, or its cla… II. Ye cloudy spark lights, whose vast…

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…

Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE, Here was she slaine; Her soule 'still’d through a veine… The gods knew lesse That time divinitie,

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

Dull as I was, to think that a co… Presum’d so neer her eye; When ’twas th’ industrious bee Mistook her glorious face for para… To summe up all his chymistry of s…

The childish god of love did swear… Thus: By my awfull bow and quiver… Yon’ weeping, kissing, smiling pai… I’le scatter all their vowes i’ th… And their knit imbraces shiver.