DESUNT NONNULLA–Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings,Let our souls fly to th’ shades, wherever springsSit smiling in the meads; where balm and oil,Roses and cassia, crown the untill’d soil;Where no disease reigns, or infection comesTo blast the air, but amber-gris and gums.This, that, and ev’ry thicket doth transpireMore sweet than storax from…
For what other reason is’t,But to shew thee how in partThou my pretty captive art?But thy bond-slave is my heart;‘Tis but silk that bindeth thee,Knap the thread and thou art free;But ’tis otherwise with me;I am bound, and fast bound so,That from thee I cannot go;If I could, I would not so.
By listening to thy lyre,That sets all ears on fire.Hark, hark! the God does play!And as he leads the wayThrough heaven, the very spheres,As men, turn all to ears!
Lost to all music now, since every thingPuts on the semblance here of sorrowing.Sick is the land to th’ heart; and doth endureMore dangerous faintings by her desperate cure.But if that golden age would come again,And Charles here rule, as he before did reign;If smooth and unperplex’d the seasons were,As when the sweet Maria lived…
See how Aurora throws her fairFresh-quilted colours through the air;Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and seeThe dew bespangling herb and tree.Each flower has wept, and bow’d toward the east,Above an hour since; yet you not drest,Nay! not so much as out of bed?When all the birds have matins said,And sung their thankful hymns, ’tis sin,Nay, profanation,…
A little house, whose humble roofIs weather proof;Under the spars of which I lieBoth soft and dry;Where thou, my chamber for to ward,Hast set a guardOf harmless thoughts, to watch and keepMe, while I sleep.Low is my porch, as is my fate;Both void of state;And yet the threshold of my doorIs worn by th’ poor,Who…
And this same flower that smiles to-day,To-morrow will be dying.The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,The higher he’s a-getting,The sooner will his race be run,And nearer he’s to setting.That age is best, which is the first,When youth and blood are warmer;But being spent, the worse, and worstTimes, still succeed the former.– Then be not coy,…
‘Good sir, make no more cuts i’ th’ outward skin,One slit’s enough to let adultery in.
Pray be silent, and not stirTh’ easy earth that covers her.
But since these cowslips fading be,Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me!Yet, if that neither you will do,Speak but the word, and I’ll take you,
