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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’…
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…
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;
WHEN I by thy faire shape did sw… And mingled with each Vowe a tear… I lov’d, I lov’d thee best, I swore as I profest ; For all the while you lasted warme…
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.
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet min… To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase,
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…
ITEM. Ictu non potuit primo Cato solver… Defecit tanto vulnere victa manus: Altius inseruit digitos, qua spiri… Exiret, magnum dextera fecit iter.
SANAZARI HEXASTICON. Viderat Adriacis quondam Neptunus… Stare urbem et toto ponere Jura m… Nunc mihi Tarpeias quantumvis, Ju… Objice et illa mihi moenia Martis…
THEOPHILE BEING DENY… TURNED THE AFFRONT T… Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior, Ne trouue bon de me voir, Voila la cause infallible!
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.
Tis not from cheap thanks thinly t… Th’ immortal grove of thy fair-ord… Thou planted’st round my humble fa… Stick on thy hearse this sprig of… Nor that your soul so fast was lin…
AUSONIUS. Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi po… Ignotamque oculis solicitare manu? Aeris et venti sum filia, mater in… Indicii, vocemque sine mente gero.
Chloe, behold! againe I bowe: Againe possest, againe I woe; From my heat hath taken fire Damas, noble youth, and fries, Gazing with one of mine eyes,
Lucasta, frown, and let me die, But smile, and see, I live; The sad indifference of your eye Both kills and doth reprieve. You hide our fate within its scree…