Epitaph on her Son H. P
WHat on Earth deserves our trust? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What one […]
Poems in English
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 […]