#English #XVIICentury
LONG in thy Shackels, liberty, I ask not from these walls, but th… Left for a while anothers Bride, To fancy all the world beside. II
Sweet serene skye—like Flower, Haste to adorn her Bower: From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head. II.
Oh, stay that covetous hand; first… All depth and minde; then mystical… Her soul’s faire picture, her fair… So truely copied from th’ original… That you will sweare her body by t…
Tis not from cheap thanks thinly t… Th’ immortal grove of thy fair-ord… Thou planted’st round my humble fa… Stick on thy hearse this sprig of… Nor that your soul so fast was lin…
See! what a clouded majesty, and e… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth s… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so sweet…
Cord. Distressed pilgrim, who… Speak thee a martyr to love’s crue… Whither away? Amor. What p… Calls back my flying steps?
Twas not for some calm blessing to… Thou didst thy polish’d hands in s… It were no blessing thus obtain’d; Thou rather would’st a curse have… Then let thy warm driven snow be e…
Heark, how she laughs aloud, Although the world put on its shro… Wept at by the fantastic crowd, Who cry: one drop, let fall From her, might save the universal…
If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of… Natures exchequer shuffled in this… Peinture her richer rival did admi… And cry’d she wrought with more al… That judg’d the unnumber’d issue o…
DE ASINO QUI DENTIBU… Carminis iliaci libros consumpsit… Hoc fatum Troiae est: aut equus,… THE ASSE EATING THE AEN… A wretched asse the Aeneids did d…
SENECAE EX CLEANTHE. Duc me, Parens celsique Dominator… Quocunque placuit, nulla parendi m… Adsum impiger; fac nolle, comitabo… Malusque patiar facere, quod licui…
A Gentleman to give us somewhat n… Hath brought up Oxford with him t… Pray be not frighted—Tho the Scæn… The Universities, the Wits, the… The Lines each honest Englishman…
SING out pent Soules, sing cheer… Care Shackles you in Liberty, Mirth frees you in Captivity: Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde?
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet min… To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase,
Lucasta TELL me Alexis what this parting… That so like dying is, but is not… Alexis It is a swounding for a while from…