And why an honour’d ragged shirt,… Like tatter’d ensigns, all its bod… Should it be swathed in a vest so… It were enough to set the child on… Dishevell’d queen[s] should strip…

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…

Sweet serene skye—like Flower, Haste to adorn her Bower: From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head. II.

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,

You are deceiv’d; I sooner may, d… Seat a dark Moor in Cassiopea’s c… Or on the glow-worm’s uselesse lig… Bestow the watching flames of nigh… Or give the rose’s breath

No more Thou little winged Archer, now no… As heretofore, Thou maist pretend within my breas… No more,

AD M. T. CICERONEM. CATUL EP. 50. Disertissime Romuli nepotum, Quot sunt, quotque fuere, Marce T… Quotque post alios erunt in annos,

PRAY Ladies breath, awhile lay b… Cælestial Sydney’s Arcady ; Heere’s a Story that doth Claime A little respite from his Flame: Then with a quick dissolving looke

With that delight the Royal capti… Before the throne, to breath his f… To tel his last tale, and so end w… Which gladly he esteemes a benefit… When the brave victor, at his grea…

Sir, your sad absence I complain,… Her long-hid spring, that gave her… Who now her cheerful aromatick hea… Shrinks in her cold and dismal wid… Whilst the false sun her lover dot…

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…

Amyntor. Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be, Though so much wet and drie Doth drowne our eye, Thou keep’st thy winged voice from…

MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14. Casta suo gladium cum traderet Ar… Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa s… Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non… Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Pae…

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…

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.