Author: Katherine Philips

I did not live until this time Crown’d my felicity, When I could say without a crime, I am not […]

Forbear, bold youth; all ‘s heaven here, And what you do aver To others courtship may appear, ‘Tis sacrilege to […]

Had I ador’d the multitude, and thence Got an antipathy to wit and sence, And hug’d that fate, in hope […]

Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys, Your real griefs, and painted joys, Your pleasure which itself destroys. Lovers like men […]

1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my […]

Whom does this stately Navy bring? O! ’tis Great Britain’s Glorious King, Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas, Swift […]

Adieu dear object of my Love’s excess, And with thee all my hopes of happiness, With the same fervent and […]

I Have examin’d and do find, Of all that favour me There’s none I grieve to leave behind But only […]

Content, the false World’s best disguise, The search and faction of the Wise, Is so abstruse and hid in night, […]

Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay, Then had my vows crown’d with a Lovely boy, And yet in […]

WHat on Earth deserves our trust? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What one […]

Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy […]

If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is […]

My dear Antenor now give o’re, For my sake talk of Graves no more; Death is not in our power […]

Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre, Where kindly mingling Souls a while, Let’s innocently spend an houre, And at all […]

We will not like those men our offerings pay Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day. We […]

Come, my Lucasia, since we see That miracles Men’s Faith do move, By wonder and by prodigy To the dull […]

I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, And Folly too; for if […]

Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys […]