Amarantha sweet and faire, Ah brade no more that shining hair… As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee, let it flye. II.

A Gentleman to give us somewhat n… Hath brought up Oxford with him t… Pray be not frighted—Tho the Scæn… The Universities, the Wits, the… The Lines each honest Englishman…

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…

Depose your finger of that Ring, And Crowne mine with’t awhile Now I restor’t.—Pray, do’s it bri… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,

To My Noble Friend, Mr Charl… O thou that swing’st upon the wavi… Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev’ry night with a delicious… Dropped thee from heav’n, where no…

From the dire monument of thy blac… Wher now that vestal flame thou do… As in the inmost cell of all earth… II. Sacred Lucasta, like the pow’rful…

SHE beat the happy pavement— By such a star made firmament,    Which now no more the roof envi…    But swells up high, with Atlas…    Bearing the brighter nobler hea…

YEE happy floods! that now must… The sacred conduicts of her Wombe… Smooth, and transparent as your fa… When you are deafe, and windes are… II

That frantick errour I adore, And am confirm’d the earth turns r… Now satisfied o’re and o’re, As rowling waves, so flowes the gr… And as her neighbour reels the sho…

Heark! Oh heark! you guilty Tre… In whose gloomy Galleries Was the cruell’st murder done, That e’re yet eclipst the Sunne ; Be then henceforth in your twigges

MAR. LIB. IV. EP. 33. Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide co… Ut videatur apis nectare clausa su… Sic modo, quae fuerat vita contemp… Funeribus facta est jam preciosa s…

Strive not, vain lover, to be fine… Thy silk’s the silk-worm’s, and no… You lessen to a fly your mistriss’… To think it may be in a cobweb cau… What, though her thin transparent…

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.

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,

WITH that delight the Royal Cap… Before the Throne, to breath his… To tel his last tale, and so end w… Which gladly he esteemes a Benefi… When the brave Victor at his grea…