Though countless as the grains of… That roll at Eurus’ loud command; Though countless as the lamps of n… That glad us with vicarious light; Fair plenty, gracious queen, shoul…

Wouldst thou to some steadfast sea… Out of Fortune’s power retreat? Wouldst thou, when fierce Eurus b… Calmly rest in safe repose? Wouldst thou see the foaming main,

When Scaliger, whole years of lab… Beheld his lexicon complete at las… And weary of his task, with wond’r… Saw, from words pil’d on words, a… He curs’d the industry, inertly st…

{On her giving the author a gold a… net-work purse of her own weaving}… Though gold and silk their charms… To make thy curious web delight, In vain the varied work would shin…

Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest, By flattering poets given, Who shine, by lavish lovers dress’… In all the pomp of heaven. Engross not all the beams on high,

This tributary verse receive, my f… Warm with an ardent lover’s fondes… May this returning day for ever fi… Thy form more lovely, more adorn’d… All pains, all cares, may favourin…

What hopes - what terrors does thi… Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate… The myrtle (ensign of supreme comm… Consign’d to Venus by Melissa’s h… Not less capricious than a reignin…

CITY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime! The true thy chartered freemen are… Of every age and clime. One holy Church, one army strong,

Madam, Long have I look’d my tablets o’e… And find I’ve much to thank you f… Outstanding debts beyond account, And new - who knows to what amount…

Though grief and fondness in my br… When injured Thales bids the town… Yet still my calmer thoughts his c… I praise the hermit, but regret th… Who now resolves, from vice and L…

Oft in danger, yet alive, We are come to thirty-five; Long may better years arrive, Better years than thirty-five. Could philosophers contrive

O Phoebus! down the western sky, Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply… And wake them to the cares of day. Come, gentle Eve, the friend of c…

Alas! with swift and silent pace, Impatient time rolls on the year; The Seasons change, and Nature’s… Now sweetly smiles, now frowns sev… ’Twas Spring, ’twas Summer, all w…

When lately Stella’s form display… The beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs, who found their power… Proclaim’d her not so fair as fine… ‘Fate! snatch away the bright disg…

Behold, my fair, where’er we rove, What dreary prospects round us ris… The naked hill, the leafless grove… The hoary ground, the frowning ski… Nor only through the wasted plain,