Why should you swear I am forsworn,

The sad indifference of your eyeBoth kills and doth reprieve.You hide our fate within its screen;We feel our judgment, ere we hear.So in one picture I have seenAn angel here, the devil there.

IN AN ENGLISH DISTICK.A fool, much bit by fleas, put out the light;You shall not see me now (quoth he); good night.

V. Touch thy dead wood, and make each living treeUnchain its feet, take arms, and follow thee.CHORUS.L. Sing. V. Touch. 0 Touch. L. 0 Sing.BOTH. It is the souls, souls sole offering.V. Touch the divinity of thy chords, and makeEach heart string tremble, and each sinew shake.L. Whilst with your voyce you rarifie the air,None…

The sad indifference of your eyeBoth kills and doth reprieve.You hide our fate within its screen;We feel our judgment, ere we hear.So in one picture I have seenAn angel here, the devil there.

Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse,That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse;Her breath, like to the whispering winde,Was calme as thought, sweet as her minde;Her lips like coral gates kept inThe perfume and the pearle within;Her eyes a double-flaming torchThat alwayes shine, and never scorch;Her selfe the Heav’n in which did meetThe all of bright, of faire…

As my curious hand or eyeHovering round thee let it fly.Let it fly as unconfin’dAs its calm ravisher, the wind,Who hath left his darling th’East,To wanton o’er that spicy nest.Ev’ry tress must be confestBut neatly tangled at the best;Like a clue of golden thread,Most excellently ravelled.Do not then wind up that lightIn ribands, and o’er-cloud…

Are new-made polititians by thy book,And both can judge and conquer with a look.The hidden fate of princes you unfold;Court, clergy, commons, by your law control’d.Strange, serious wantoning all that theyBluster’d and clutter’d for, you PLAY.

Or that you take some small ease in your owneTorments, to heare another sadly groane,I were most happy in my paines, to beSo truely blest, to be so curst by thee:But oh! my cries to that doe rather adde,Of which too much already thou hast had,And thou art gladly sad to heare my moane;Yet sadly…

In you, or both, made me refraineFrom th’ noble intercourse of verse,That only vertuous thoughts rehearse;Then, chaste Ellinda, might you feareThe sacred vowes that I did sweare.II.But if alone some pious thoughtMe to an inward sadnesse brought,Thinking to breath your soule too welle,My tongue was charmed with that spell;And left it (since there was no…

A little respite from thy flood of sweat!Thou, thine own horse and cart under this plant,Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigious heat;Down with thy double load of that one grain!It is a granarie for all thy train.II.Cease, large example of wise thrift, awhile(For thy example is become our law),And teach thy frowns a seasonable smile:So…

And mingled with each vowe a teare,I lov’d, I lov’d thee best,I swore as I profest.For all the while you lasted warme and pure,My oathes too did endure.But once turn’d faithlesse to thy selfe and old,They then with thee incessantly grew cold.II.I swore my selfe thy sacrificeBy th’ ebon bowes that guard thine eyes,Which now…

That the wilde boy is grown a man,And all his childishnesse off laid,E’re since Lucasta did his fires fan;H’ has left his apish jigs,And whipping hearts like gigs:For t’ other day I heard him swear,That beauty should be crown’d in honours chair.II.With what a true and heavenly stateHe doth his glorious darts dispence,Now cleans’d from…