Love, of this clearest, frailest… Divide the properties, so as In the division may appear Clearness for me, frailty for her.

Regardful Pretence! whose fix’d M… Darts Admiration on the gazing Lo… That brings it not: State sits in… Divulging forth her Laws in the f… Of thy Commandements, which none…

WHEN our rude and unfashion’d wo… A being in their elements enjoy’d, Senseless and void, Come at last to be formed by thy t… And from thy breath receive that l…

Now that the April of your youth… The garden of your face; Now that for you each knowing love… And all seek to your grace; Do nor repay affection with scorns…

Exalted Mind! whose Character dot… The first Idea of Perfection, whe… Adam’s came, and stands so, how ca… In words? that only tell what here… Tofore hath been; thou need’st as…

TEARS, flow no more, or if you n… Fall yet more slow, Do not the world invade, From smaller springs than yours ri… And they again a Sea have made,

Black beauty, which above that com… Whose Power can no colours here r… But those which darkness can again… Do’st still remain unvary’d to the… And like an object equal to the vi…

BLACK eyes if you seem dark, It is because your beams are deep, And with your soul united keep: Who could discern Enough into them, there might lear…

Thus ends my Love, but this doth… That so it ends, but that ends too… Besides the Wishes, hopes and tim… Troubles my mind awhile, that I a… Free, worse then denied: I can ne…

Having interred her infant-birth, The watery ground that late did mo… Was strewed with flowers for the r… Of the wished bridegroom of the ea… The well-accorded birds did sing

Reader, here lies a Child that ne… And therefore never dy’d. ’Twas neither old nor yong, Born to this and the other world i… Let us them cease to mone,*

Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you mo… The time that tells our life,  whi… Never so fast or farr,  you’r new… Short steps shall overtake;  for t… May scape his own Account, it sha…

Deep sighs, records of my unpitied… Memorials of my true though hopele… Keep time with my sad thoughts, ti… My long despairs for vain and caus… Yet if such hap never to you befal…

Breaking from under that thy cloud… Open and shine yet more, shine out… Thou glorious golden-beam-darting… Even till my wonder-stricken sense… Shoot out in light and shine those…

I SING her worth and praises, I… Of whom a Poet cannot lie. The little World the Great shall… Sea, Earth, her Body ; Heaven, h… Her Hair, Sunbeams, whofe every p…