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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

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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

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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

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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

care

From wisdom fortune differs far

'Gainst fate no counsel can prevail

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven
Rouse up thyself, my gentle Muse

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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?

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Silence in truth would speak my sorrow best

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Some old Auruncans, I remember well

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Strong Ilion thou shalt see with walls and towers high

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Sweet were the joys that both might like and last
Sweet were the sauce would please each kind of taste

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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

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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

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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

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The moistened oșier of the hoary willow

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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