H! wretched they that worship vanities A king? oh, boon for my aspiring mind! And now all nature seemed in love
A Satyr once did run away for dread As Philip's noble son did still disdain Astræa last of heavenly wights the earth did leave As you came from the holy land
Beat on, proud billows! Boreas, blow
But fortune governed all their works, till when By gifts the Macedon clave gates asunder
Before the sixth day of the next new year Believe it, sir, you happily have hit Bura and Helice on Achaian ground
Calling to mind, my eyes went long about Come hither, shepherd's swain! .
Come live with me, and be my love
Come, sleep; O sleep! the certain knot of peace Conceit, begotten by the eyes
Cowards may fear to die; but courage stout
Dazzled thus with height of place
Diseases, famine, enemies, in us no change have wrought 59 Dum puer es, vanæ nescisque incommoda vocis
Eternal Mover, whose diffused glory Eternal Time! that wastest without waste Even such is time, that takes in trust. Even they that have no murderous will
Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall
Fain would I sing, but Fury makes me fret. Fair Britain's Prince, in the April of his years Farewell, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles! First shall the heavens want starry light From death and dark oblivion, near the same From the earth and from thy blood, O heaven, they came From thence our kind hard-hearted is, enduring pain and
From wisdom fortune differs far
'Gainst fate no counsel can prevail
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet
Give place, you ladies, and begone!
God gives not kings the style of gods in vain
Go, Soul, the body's guest
Great, good, and just! could I but rate
Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs 195
Had Lucan hid the truth to please the time Happy were he could finish forth his fate Have special care that valiant poverty Heaven and earth one form did bear He first deceased; she for a little tried Here lies Hobbinol, our pastor whilere Here lies the man was born and cried
Here lies the noble warrior that never blunted sword Here lies the world's delight
Here Tantalus in water seeks for water, and doth miss Her face, her tongue, her wit, so fair, so sweet, so sharp Hesperia the Grecians call the place He that his mirth hath lost
I am that Dido which thou here dost see If all the world and love were young If all this world had no original
If a Phoenician born I am, what then? If breath were made for every man to buy If Croesus over Halys go
If Cynthia be a queen, a princess, and supreme
If friendless faith, if guiltless thought may shield If life be time that here is lent
If women could be fair, and yet not fond I have no wine of Gaza nor Falerna wine In the main sea the isle of Crete doth lie In vain mine eyes, in vain you waste your tears I sacrifice to God the beef which you adore
Lady, farewell, whom I in silence serve! Leave me, O love! which reachest but to dust Let them bestow on every airt a limb. Like hermit poor in pensive place obscure Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired
Man's life's a tragedy; his mother's womb Many by valour have deserved renown Many desire, but few or none deserve Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay More holy than the rest, and understanding more My body in the walls captived
My days' delights, my spring-time joys fordone My dear and only love, I pray
My lute, awake! perform the last My mind to me a kingdom is
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
My soul, exalt the Lord with hymns of praise My wanton Muse, that whilome wont to sing
Nine furlongs stretched lies Tityus, who for his wicked deeds
Noble, lovely, virtuous creature
No man was better nor more just than he Nor southern heat nor northern snow.
O faithless world, and thy most faithless part Of many now that sound with hope's consort Of yew the Ituræans' bows were made O had truth power, the guiltless could not fall One fire than other burns more forcibly O Thou great Power! in whom I move O Thou, who all things hast of nothing made Our graver Muse from her long dream awakes Over the Medes and light Sabæans reigns O wasteful riot, never well content
Passions are likened best to floods and streams Phoenicians first, if fame may credit have Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light Prometheus when first from heaven high
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares
Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven Rouse up thyself, my gentle Muse
Saturn descending from the heavens high Saturn to be the fatter is not known Saviour of mankind, Man, Emmanuel
Seldom the villain, though much haste he make Semiramis with walls of brick the city did enclose Shali I, like an hermit, dwell
Shepherd, what's love, I pray thee tell?
Silence in truth would speak my sorrow best
Some old Auruncans, I remember well
Strong Ilion thou shalt see with walls and towers high
Sweet were the joys that both might like and last Sweet were the sauce would please each kind of taste
The Amazon with crescent-formed shield
The ancients called me Chaos; my great years The Arcadians the earth inhabited
The brazen tower, with doors close barred
The Chalybes plough not their barren soil
The Cretans ever liars were; they care not what they
The East wind with Aurora hath abiding The Egyptians think it sin to root up or to bite The first of all is God, and the same last is He The foe to the stomach and the word of disgrace The giants did advance their wicked hand The greatest kings do least command content The heaven and earth and all the liquid main The higher that the cedar tree unto the heavens doth
Then came the Ausonian bands and the Sicanian tribes Then marking this my sacred speech, but truly lend The plants and trees made poor and old
The joyful spring did ever last, and Zephyrus did breed The labouring man that tills the fertile soil
The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free The man whose thoughts against him do conspire The minds of men are ever so affected
The moistened oșier of the hoary willow
The praise of meaner wits this work like profit brings The queen anon commands the weighty bowl There is a land which Greeks Hesperia name There is none, O none, but you
The thirsting Tantalus doth catch at streams that from him flee
The ways on earth have paths and turnings known The white dove is for holy held in Syria Palestine The word of denial and the letter of fifty
The world discerns itself, while I the world behold The world's a bubble, and the life of man The worst is told; the best is hid Things thus agreed, Titan made Saturn swear Though Cæsar's paragon I cannot be Three things there be that prosper all apace Thy flower of youth is with a north wind blasted To praise thy life or wail thy worthy death Troublous seas my soul surround
Tyrus knew first how ships might use the wind
Unhappy is the man
Untimely fever, rude insulting guest
We fear by light, as children in the dark Were I a king, I could command content Wert thou a king, yet not command content What is our life? The play of passion When all is done and said
Whence comes my love? O heart, disclose When I look back, and in myself behold While fury gallops on the way
Whiles I admire thy first and second ways Whilst my soul's eye beheld no light. Who grace for zenith had
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