Love, the Soul of Poetry
WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight, His Muse in Low, but Graceful Numbers walk’t, And now and then a little Proudly stalk’t; But never aim’d at any noble Flight: The Herds, the Groves,
The Discontent
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let thy Lines rude and unpolisht go, Nor Equal be their Feet, nor Num’rous let
An ODE
ARise my Dove, from mid’st of Pots arise, Thy sully’d Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of Heaven that will not view the Skies. [Page 83] Thy native Beauty re-assume, Prune
HERODIAS Daughter presenting to her Mother St. JOHN's Head in a Charger, also Painted by her self
BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm’d and Harmless, I present you here; The Tongue ty’d up, that made all Jury quake, And which so often did our Greatness shake; No Terror
On the Soft and Gentle Motions of Eudora
DIvine Thalia strike th’Harmonious Lute, But with a Stroke so Gentle as may sute The silent gliding of the Howers, Or yet the calmer growth of Flowers; Th’ascending or the falling Dew, Which none
The Third Epigram. (On an ATHEIST)
POsthumus boasts he does not Thunder fear, And for this cause would Innocent appear; That in his Soul no Terrour he does feel, At threatn’d Vultures, or Ixion’s Wheel, Which fright the Guilty: But
Upon a Little Lady Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person
I. HOw comes the Day orecast? the Flaming Sun Darkn’d at Noon, as if his Course were run? He never rose more proud, more glad, more gay, Ne’re courted Daphne with a brighter Ray!
A Pastoral Dialogue (Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Licida, Alcimedon, and Amira. )
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp’ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, from Sun securely here, If you an old mans company not fear. Alcippe. Most
On my Aunt Mrs A. K. Drown'd under London-Bridge, in the QUEENS Bardge, Anno 1641
THe Darling of a Father Good and Wise, The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize; The Beauty Excellent even to those were Faire, Subscrib’d unto, by such as might compare; The Star that
On a Picture Painted by her self, representing two Nimphs of DIANA's, one in a posture to Hunt, the other Batheing
WE are Diana’s Virgin-Train, Descended of no Mortal Strain; Our Bows and Arrows are our Goods, Our Pallaces, the lofty Woods, The Hills and Dales, at early Morn, Resound and Eccho with our Horn;
St. John Baptist Painted by her self in the Wilderness, with Angels appearing to him, and with a Lamb by him
THe Sun’s my Fire, when it does shine, The hollow Spring’s my Cave of Wine, The Rocks and Woods afford me Meat; This Lamb and I on one Dish eat: The neighbouring Herds my
Extemporary Counsel given to a Young Gallant in a Frolick
AS you are Young, if you’l be also Wise, Danger with Honour court, Quarrels despise; Believe you then are truly Brave and Bold, To Beauty when no Slave, and less to Gold; When Vertue
The Second EPIGRAM. (On BILLINDA)
WAnton Bellinda loudly does complain, I’ve chang’d my Love of late into disdain: Calls me unconstant, cause I now adore The chast Marcella, that lov’d her before. Sin or Dishonour, me as well may
First EPIGRAM. (Upon being Contented with a Little)
WE deem them moderate, but Enough implore, What barely will suffice, and ask no more: Who say, (O Jove) a competency give, Neither in Luxury, or Want we’d live. But what is that, which
The Fourth EPIGRAM. (On GALLA)
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers Banks with Ice united meet, And it’s firm Stream may well be term’d its