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…

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

Dear Nan, I would not have thy co… Though I last night had twice so… Well is a Passion to the Market b… When such a treasure of advice is… With so much dross. And could’st…

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

Move on thou floating Trophee bui… And bid her trump spread thy Maje… That the blew Tritons, and those… Which sport themselves upon the da… May bow as to their Neptune, when…

Now that each feather’d Chorister… The glad approches of the welcome… Now Phœbus darts forth his more… And dips it later in the curled st… I should to custome prove a retrog…

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…

Life is a crooked Labyrinth, and… Are daily lost in that Obliquity. ’Tis a perplexed circle, in whose… Nothing but sorrows and new sins a… How is the faint impression of eac…

Fair one, why cannot you an old ma… He may as useful, and more constan… Experience shews you that maturer… Are a security against those fears Youth will expose you to; whose wi…

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…

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…

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…

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…

How long vain Hope do’st thou my… Say! must my expectation know no e… Thou wast more kind unto the wandr… Who did ten years his Wife and Co… Ten lazy Winters in my glass are…

My Dearest, To let you or the wor… What Debt of service I do truly o… To your unpattern’d self, were to… A language onely form’d in the des… Of him that writes. It is the com…