#English #XVIICentury
AD SYLONEM. EP. 104. Aut sodes mihi redde decem sestert… Deindo esto quam vis saevus et ind… Aut si te nummi delectant, desine,… Leno esse, atque idem saevus et in…
When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine ALTHEA brings To whisper at the grates; When I lye tangled in her haire,
Hither with hallowed steps as is t… That must enshrine this saint with… And sad aspects as the dark vails… Virgins opprest, draw gently, gent… Enter the dismall chancell of this…
CATUL. EP. 71. DE INCONSTANTIA FOEM… Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere v… Quam mihi: non, si Jupiter ipse p… Dicit; sed mulier cupido quod dici…
DE CATONE. Invictus victis in partibus omnia… Vincere qui potuit, te, Cato, non… OF CATO. The world orecome, victorious Cae…
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…
Now the Peace is made at the Foes… Whilst men of Armes to Kettles th… And drinke in Caskes of Honourabl… In ev’ry hand a Cup be found, That from all Hearts a health may…
Long in thy shackels, liberty I ask not from these walls, but th… Left for awhile anothers bride, To fancy all the world beside. II.
Lucasta wept, and still the bright Inamour’d God of Day, With his soft Handkercher of Ligh… Kist the wet Pearles away. II
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…
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…
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:
SANAZARI HEXASTICON. Viderat Adriacis quondam Neptunus… Stare urbem et toto ponere Jura m… Nunc mihi Tarpeias quantumvis, Ju… Objice et illa mihi moenia Martis…
Up with the jolly bird of light Who sounds his third retreat to ni… Faire Amarantha from her bed Ashamed starts, and rises red As the carnation-mantled morne,
