SEE how the flowers, as at parade… Under their colours stand display’… Each regiment in order grows, That of the tulip, pink, and rose. But when the vigilant patrol

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bay… And their uncessant Labours see Crown’d from some single Herb or… Whose short and narrow verged Sha…

Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from… And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, Whither thou and I must go.

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…

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…

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…

Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praec… Heu Palmae, Laurique furor, vel s… Arbor ut indomitos ornet vix una l… Tempora nec foliis praecingat tota… Dum simud implexi, tranquillae ad…

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…

Verses to accompany a portrait… Bright Martial Maid, Queen of th… The northern pole supports thy shi… Behold what furrows age and steel… The helmet’s weight oppressed this…

Consurgit Luparae Dum non imitabi… Escuriale ingens uritur in vidia.

Ye living lamps, by whose dear lig… The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate; Ye county comets, that portend

Holland, that scarce deserves the… As but th’Off-scouring of the Bri… And so much Earth as was contribu… By English Pilots when they heav’… Or what by th’ Oceans slow alluvi…

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…

On the Victory Obtained by Blake… Now does Spain’s fleet her spacio… Leaves the New World and hastens… But though the wind was fair, they… Freighted with acted guilt, and gu…