I prethee turn that face away Whose splendour but benights my da… Sad eyes like mine, and wounded he… Shun the bright rayes which beauty… Unwelcome is the Sun that pries

Not that I would instruct or tuto… What is a Wifes behest, or Husban… Give I this Widdow-Wife. Your ea… Of knowledge makes such Precepts… This book is but your glass, where…

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…

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…

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…

O all ye Nations record, The Praises of the Lord; Ye people through the Universe, Your Makers praise rehearse. For He to us great kindness shewe…

The man is blest whose feet not tr… By wicked counsailes led: Nor stands in that perverted way, In which the Sinners stray; Nor joynes himselfe unto the chair…

Black Maid, complain not that I f… When Fate commands Antipathy: Prodigious might that union prove, Where Night and Day together move… And the conjunction of our lips

1 Accept, thou shrine of my de… 2 Instead of dirges, this comp… 3 And for sweet flow’rs to cro… 4 From thy griev’d friend, who… 5 Quite melted into tears for…

This Pile thou seest built out of… Contains no shroud within, nor mou… This bloodless Trunk is destitute… Which may the Soul-fled Mansion e… This seeming Sepulchre (to tell t…

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…

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…

Il sabio mude conseio: Il loco pe… We lov’d as friends now twenty yea… Is’t time or reason think you to g… When though two prentiships set J… I have not held my Rachel dear at…

It is, Sir, a confest intrusion h… That I before your labours do app… Which no loud Herald need, that m… Or seek acceptance, but the Autho… Much less that should this happy w…