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• Hymn to Diana

  Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
  Now the sun is laid to sleep,
  Seated in thy silver chair, …

  Ben Jonson

• Simplex Munditiis

  Still to be neat, still to be drest,
  As you were going to a feast;
  Still to be powder'd, still perfumed: …

  Ben Jonson

• The Shadow

  Follow a shadow, it still flies you;
  Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
  So court a mistress, she denies you; …

  Ben Jonson

• The Triumph

  See the Chariot at hand here of Love,
  Wherein my Lady rideth!
  Each that draws is a swan or a dove, …

  Ben Jonson

• An Elegy

  Though beauty be the mark of praise,
  And yours of whom I sing be such
  As not the world can praise too much, …

  Ben Jonson

• A Farewell to the World

  False world, good night! since thou hast brought
  That hour upon my morn of age;
  Henceforth I quit thee from my thought, …

  Ben Jonson

• The Noble Balm

  High-spirited friend,
  I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound:
  Your fate hath found …

  Ben Jonson

• On Elizabeth L. H.

  Wouldst thou hear what Man can say
  In a little? Reader, stay.
  Underneath this stone doth lie …

  Ben Jonson

• On Salathiel Pavy

  Weep with me, all you that read
  This little story;
  And know, for whom a tear you shed …

  Ben Jonson

• A Part of an Ode

  It is not growing like a tree
  In bulk, doth make man better be;
  Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, …

  Ben Jonson

• Daybreak

  Stay, O sweet and do not rise!
  The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
  The day breaks not: it is my heart, …

  John Donne

• That Time and Absence provesRather helps than hurts to loves

  Absence, hear thou my protestation
  Against thy strength,
  Distance and length: …

  John Donne

• The Funeral

  Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
  Nor question much
  That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm; …

  John Donne

• A Hymn to God the Father

  Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
  Which was my sin, though it were done before?
  Wilt Thou forgive that sin through which I run, …

  John Donne

• Philomel

  As it fell upon a day
  In the merry month of May,
  Sitting in a pleasant shade …

  Richard Barnefield

• Sweet Content

  Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
  O sweet content!
  Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd? …

  Thomas Dekker

• Matin Song

  Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!
  With night we banish sorrow.
  Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft …

  Thomas Heywood

• The Message

  Ye little birds that sit and sing
  Amidst the shady valleys,
  And see how Phillis sweetly walks …

  Thomas Heywood

• Aspatia's Song

  Lay a garland on my herse
  Of the dismal yew;
  Maidens, willow branches bear; …

  John Fletcher

• Hymn to Pan

  Sing his praises that doth keep
  Our flocks from harm.
  Pan, the father of our sheep; …

  John Fletcher

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