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L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst si… And all the eyes of Heaven are tu… V. Touch thy dead wood, and mak… Unchain its feet, take arms, and f… CHORUS.
IN LESBIAM CAT. EP. 76. Huc est mens deducta tua, mea Les… Atque ita se officio perdidit ipsa… Ut jam nec bene velle queam tibi,… Nec desistere amare, omnia si faci…
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…
See! what a clouded majesty, and e… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth s… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so sweet…
SING out pent Soules, sing cheer… Care Shackles you in Liberty, Mirth frees you in Captivity: Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde?
AVIENI V. C. AD AMICOS. Rure morans, quid agam, respondi,… Mane, deum exoro famulos, post arv… Partitusque meis justos indico lab… Inde lego, Phoebumque cio, Musamq…
Night! loathed jaylor of the lock’… And tyrant-turnkey on committed da… Bright eyes lye fettered in thy du… And Heaven it self doth thy dark… Thou dost arise our living hell;
Fair Princesse of the spacious ai… That hast vouchsaf’d acquaintance… With us are quarter’d below stairs… That can reach heav’n with nought… Who, when our activ’st wings we tr…
Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sigh’t; when she did close The world in frosty chaines! And then a frowne to rubies frose
In the nativity of time, Chloris! it was not thought a crim… In direct Hebrew for to woe. Now wee make love, as all on fire, Ring retrograde our lowd desire,
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:
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.
Why should you sweare I am forswo… Since thine I vow’d to be? Lady it is already Morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.
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…