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OF all the Poisons that the fruit… E’er yet brought forth, or Monste… Nought to Mankind has e’er so fat… As thou, accursed Gold, their Car… Methinks I the Advent’rous Merch…
Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Lic… Melibæus. Welcome fair Nymphs, m… Distemp’ring Heats do now the Pla… But you may sit, from Sun securel… If you an old mans company not fea…
WHen first Alexis did in Verse d… His Muse in Low, but Graceful Nu… And now and then a little Proudly… But never aim’d at any noble Flig… The Herds, the Groves, the gentle…
Under the Name of ALINDA. A SONG. Th’ ambitious Eye that seeks alon… Where Beauties Wonders most are s… Of all that bounteous Heaven disp…
Amintor. Stay gentle Nymph, nor s… To fly his sight that still would… With other Swaines I see thee oft… Content to speak, and hear what th… But I unhappy, when I e’re draw n…
Dissolved by EUDORA. Not that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispa… Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care… And back my Steps command:
[I.] Arise my Dove, from mid’st of Pot… Thy sully’d Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of Heaven, that wil…
FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, Too long ye have my Soul misled, Too long with Aiery Diet fed: But now my Heart ye shall no more
Seest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o’er-looks the swellin… Where never Shepherd fed his Floc… Or careful Peasant sow’d his Grai… No wholesome Herb grows on the sa…
Afflicted upon her Son, My Lord… So the renowned Ithacensian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was s… When leaving Home, he did attempt… Of rageing Seas, to seek his abse…
Divine Thalia strike th’ Harmonio… But with a Stroke so Gentle as ma… The silent gliding of the Howers, Or yet the calmer growth of Flowe… Th’ ascending or the falling Dew,
Drown’d under London-bridge, in t… The Darling of a Father Good and… The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age… The Beauty Excellent even to thos… Subscrib’d unto, by such as might…
Return my dearest Lord, at length… Let me no longer your sad absence… Ilium in Dust, does no more Work… No more Employment for your Wit o… Why did not the fore-seeing Gods…
While yet it was the Empire of th… And Stars still check’r’d Darknes… From Temples round the cheerful B… But with the Peales a churlish St… I slumbr’d; and the Heavens like…
As those who pass the Alps do say… The Rocks which first oppose thei… And so amazing-High do show, By fresh Ascents appear but low, And when they come unto the last,