Down stormy passions, down; no mor… Let your rude waves invade the sho… Where blushing reason sits and hid… Her from the fury of your tides. Fit onely ’tis where you bear sway

Out of the horrour of the lowest… Where cares & endlesse fears t… To thee (O Lord) I send my woful… O heare the accents of my misery. If Thy enquiry (Lord) should be s…

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…

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, you did on me bestow Comparisons too sweet to ow; And but I found them sent from yo… I durst not think they could be tr… But ’tis your uncontrolled power

So soon grown old! hast thou been… Poor earth, once by my Love inhab… And must I live to calculate the… To which thy blooming youth could… But fell in the ascent! yet have n…

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…

Tell me you stars that our affecti… Why made ye me that cruell one to… Why burnes my heart her scorned sa… Whose breast is hard as Chrystall… God of Desire! if all thy Votarie…

Lady your art or wit could nere de… To shame me more then in this nigh… Why I am quite unready, and my ey… Now winking like my candle, doth d… To guide my hand, if it had ought…

Peace my hearts blab, be ever dumb… Sorrowes speak loud without a tong… And my perplexed thoughts forbear To breath your selves in any ear: Tis scarce a true or manly grief

VVere I to leave no more then a g… Or but to hear the summons to my e… (Which I have long’d for) I could… Attire my grief in words, and so a… That passion in my bosom, which ou…

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…

Piensan los Enamorados Que tienen los otros, los oios que… Why slightest thou what I approve… Thou art no Peer to try my love, Nor canst discern where her form l…

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 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…