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• On the Queen's Return from the Low Countries

  Hallow the threshold, crown the posts anew!
  The day shall have its due.
  Twist all our victories into one bright wreath, …

  William Cartwright

• On a Virtuous Young Gentlewomanthat died suddenly

  She who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex,
  Whose lowest thought was above all our sex,
  Accounted nothing death but t' be reprieved, …

  William Cartwright

• I'll never love Thee more

  My dear and only Love, I pray
  That little world of thee
  Be govern'd by no other sway …

  James Graham, Marquis of Montrose

• Coronemus nos Rosis antequam marcescant

  Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,
  With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!
  The changeable world to our joy is unjust, …

  Thomas Jordan

• Wishes to His Supposed Mistress

  Whoe'er she be—
  That not impossible She
  That shall command my heart and me: …

  Richard Crashaw

• The Weeper

  hail, sister springs,
  Parents of silver-footed rills!
  Ever bubbling things, …

  Richard Crashaw

• A Hymn to the Name and Honourof the Admirable Saint Teresa

  Love, thou are absolute, sole Lord
  Of life and death. To prove the word,
  We'll now appeal to none of all …

  Richard Crashaw

• Upon the Book and Picture of theSeraphical Saint Teresa

  O THOU undaunted daughter of desires!
  By all thy dower of lights and fires;
  By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; …

  Richard Crashaw

• Verses from the Shepherds' Hymn

  We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
  Young dawn of our eternal day;
  We saw Thine eyes break from the East, …

  Richard Crashaw

• Christ Crucified

  Thy restless feet now cannot go
  For us and our eternal good,
  As they were ever wont. What though …

  Richard Crashaw

• An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife

  To these whom death again did wed
  This grave 's the second marriage-bed.
  For though the hand of Fate could force …

  Richard Crashaw

• To Lucasta, going to the Wars

  Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
  That from the nunnery
  Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind …

  Richard Lovelace

• To Lucasta, going beyond the Seas

  if to be absent were to be
  Away from thee;
  Or that when I am gone …

  Richard Lovelace

• Gratiana Dancing

  She beat the happy pavèment—
  By such a star made firmament,
  Which now no more the roof envìes! …

  Richard Lovelace

• The Grasshopper

  O THOU that swing'st upon the waving hair
  Of some well-fillèd oaten beard,
  Drunk every night with a delicious tear …

  Richard Lovelace

• Anacreontics

  The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
  And drinks and gapes for drink again;
  The plants suck in the earth, and are …

  Abraham Cowley

• On the Death of Mr. William Hervey

  It was a dismal and a fearful night:
  Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light,
  When Sleep, Death's image, left my troubled breast …

  Abraham Cowley

• The Wish

  Well then! I now do plainly see
  This busy world and I shall ne'er agree.
  The very honey of all earthly joy …

  Abraham Cowley

• The Resolve

  Tell me not of a face that 's fair,
  Nor lip and cheek that 's red,
  Nor of the tresses of her hair, …

  Alexander Brome

• An Horatian Ode

  The forward youth that would appear
  Must now forsake his Muses dear,
  Nor in the shadows sing …

  Andrew Marvell

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