#EnglishWriters
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…
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’…
Like to the sent’nel stars, I wat… For still the grand round of your… And glorious breast Awake in me an east: Nor will my rolling eyes ere know…
Upon a day, when the Dog-star Unto the world proclaim’d a war, And poyson bark’d from black throa… And from his jaws infection shot, Under a deadly hen-bane shade
No more Thou little winged Archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas… No more,
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
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.
SEE! what a clouded Majesty! a… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so swee…
Cord. Distressed pilgrim, who… Speak thee a martyr to love’s crue… Whither away? Amor. What p… Calls back my flying steps?
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
Heark, how she laughs aloud, Although the world put on its shro… Wept at by the fantastic crowd, Who cry: one drop, let fall From her, might save the universal…
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…
DE SUO IN LESBIAM AMORE.… Nulla potest mulier tantum se dice… Vere, quantum a me Lesbia amata m… Nulla fides ullo fuit unquam faede… Quanta in amore suo ex parte reper…
It was Amyntor’s Grove, that Chl… For ever ecchoes, and her glories; Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdess… That ever lawnes and lambes did bl… Her breath, like to the whispering…
IN RUFUM. CATUL. EP. 64. Noli admirari, quare tibi foemina… Rufe, velit tenerum supposuisse fe… Non ullam rarae labefactes munere… Aut pellucidulis deliciis lapidis.