To My Noble Friend, Mr Charl… O thou that swing’st upon the wavi… Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev’ry night with a delicious… Dropped thee from heav’n, where no…

SEE! what a clouded Majesty! a… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so swee…

LUCASTA, frown, and let me die, But smile, and see, I live; The sad indifference of your eye Both kills and doth reprieve. You hide our fate within its scree…

Now fie upon that everlasting life… She hates! Ah me! It makes me m… As if love fir’d his torch at a mo… Or with his joyes e’re crown’d the… Oh, let me live and shout, when I…

MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14. Casta suo gladium cum traderet Ar… Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa s… Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non… Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Pae…

You, that can aptly mixe your joye… And weave white Iös with black El… Can Caroll out a Dirge, and in on… Sing to the Tune, either of life,… You, that can weepe the gladnesse…

FOR Cherries plenty, and for Cor… Enough for fifty, were there more… For Elles of Beere Flutes of Can… That well did wash downe pasties—m… For Peason, Chickens, sawces high…

If in me anger, or disdaine In you, or both, made me refraine From th’ noble intercourse of vers… That only vertuous thoughts rehear… Then, chaste Ellinda, might you f…

Sweet serene skye-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long clowdy bed Shoot forth thy damaske head. New-startled blush of Flora!

Frank, wil’t live unhandsomely? tr… Thy self to waving seas: for what… Calculated by sure event, must be, Look in the glassy-epithete, and s… Yet settle here your rest, and tak…

I’m un-ore-clowded, too! free from… The blind and late Heaven’s-eyes… Obscured with the false fires of h… Not half those souls are lightned… Unhappy murmurers, that still repi…

Heark! Oh heark! you guilty Tre… In whose gloomy Galleries Was the cruell’st murder done, That e’re yet eclipst the Sunne ; Be then henceforth in your twigges

What means this stately tablature, The ballance of thy streins, Which seems, in stead of sifting p… T’ extend and rack thy veins? Thy Odes first their own harmony…

A gentleman, to give us somewhat n… Hath brought up OXFORD with him… Pray be not frighted—Tho the scae… The Universities, the wit’s the t… The lines each honest Englishman…

That frantick errour I adore, And am confirm’d the earth turns r… Now satisfied o’re and o’re, As rowling waves, so flowes the gr… And as her neighbour reels the sho…