Sir, Our times are much degenerate from… Which your sweet muse with your fa… And as complexions alter with the… Our wits have drawn the infection…

Where the remote Bermudas ride In th’ Oceans bosome unespy’d, From a small Boat, that row’d alo… The listning Winds receiv’d this… What should we do but sing his Pr…

My Love is of a birth as rare As ’tis for object strange and hig… It was begotten by despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone.

Damon come drive thy flocks this w… D. No: ’tis too late they went astray… I have a grassy Scutcheon spy’d, Where Flora blazons all her pride…

Facundis dedit ille notis, interpr… Insinuare sonos oculis, & ping… Et mentem chartis, oculis impertii…

Quid facis Arctoi charissime tran… Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte c… Num satis Hybernum defendis pelli… Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmu… Quae Gentes Hominum, quae sit Na…

After two sittings, now our Lady… To end her picture does the third… But ere thou fall’st to work, firs… If’t ben’t too slight grown or too… Canst thou paint without colors?…

Courage my Soul, now learn to wie… The weight of thine immortal Shie… Close on thy Head thy Helmet brig… Ballance thy Sword against the Fi… See where an Army, strong as fair…

You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Sk… What mean these Infants which of… Spring from the Starrs of Chlora’… Her Eyes confus’d, and doubled or…

C’est de luy que nous vient cet A… De peindre la Parole, et deparler… Et, parles traits divers de figure… Donner de la couleur et du corps a…

Like the vain Curlings of the Wat… Which in smooth streams a sinking… So Man, declining alwayes, disapp… In the Weak Circles of increasing… And his short Tumults of themselv…

When I beheld the Poet blind, yet… In slender Book his vast Design u… Messiah Crown’d, Gods Reconcil’d… Rebelling Angels, the Forbidden… Heav’n, Hell, Earth, Chaos, All;…

HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from some single herb or t… Whose short and narrow-verged shad…

Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet pla… Sorted by pairs, they still are se… By Fountains cool, and Shadows gr… But soon these Flames do lose the…

Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev’ry thing did seem to pain… The Scene more fit for his compla… Like her fair Eyes the day was fa…