Ill busi’d man! why should’st thou… To lengthen out thy life’s short c… When ev’ry spectacle thou lookst u… Presents and acts thy execution. Each drooping season and each flow…

Pursue no more (my thoughts!) that… You may assoon imprison the North… Or catch the Lightning as it leap… The leading billow first ran down… Or undertake the flying clouds to…

My dearest Love! when thou and I… And th’ icy hand of death shall se… Which is all thine; within some sp… Ile leave no blanks for Legacies… Tis my ambition to die one of thos…

BRAVE flowers—that I could gall… And be as little vain! You come abroad, and make a harmle… And to your beds of earth again. You are not proud: you know your b…

In this small Character is sent My Loves eternal Monument. Whil’st we shall live, know, this… Is our affections counter-part. And if we never meet, think I

My best of friends! what needs a c… One by your merit bound a Votarie… Think you I have some plot upon m… I would this bondage change for a… Since ’twas my fate your prisoner…

Dry those fair, those chrystal eye… Which like growing fountains rise To drown their banks. Griefs sull… Would better flow in furrow’d look… Thy lovely face was never meant

Like a cold fatal sweat which ushe… My thoughts hang on me, & my l… Stopt up with sighs, my fancie big… Feels two twinn’d mountains strugg… Of boundless sorrow one, t’other o…

Perhaps ’twas but conceit. Errone… Thou art thine own distemper and o… Imagine then, that sick unwholsom… Was thy corruption breath’d into a… Nor is it strange, when we in char…

Lightned by that dimme Torch our… We sadly trace thy Coffin with ou… And though the Ceremonious Rites… Since thy fair body into earth was… Though all thy Hatchments into ra…

I envy not thy mortal triumphs, D… (Thou enemy to Vertue as to Breat… Nor do I wonder much, nor yet com… The weekly numbers by thy arrow sl… The whole world is thy Factory, a…

To have liv’d eminent in a degreee Beyond our lofty’st flights, that… Or t’have had too much merit is no… For such excesses find no Epitaph… At common graves we have Poetick…

Great Lady! That thus quite again… We speak your welcome by an Engli… And in a vulgar tongue our zeales… Is to confess your large prerogati… Who have the pow’rful freedom to d…

Splendidis longum valedico nugis. Farewell fond Love, under whose c… I have serv’d out a weary Prentis… Thou that hast made me thy scorn’d… To dote on Rocks, but yielding Lo…

Praise ye the Lord, your Songs ad… To praise His Holynes: O praise Him in His pow’rs extent… Who rules the firmament. Praise Him for all His acts of mi…