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Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
Brennoralt (1646)
But, as when an authentic watch is shown,
Each man winds up and rectifies his own;
So in our very judgments.
Aglaura (1638)
She's pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
Brennoralt (1646)
High characters (cries one); and he would see
Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor ne'er will be.
The Goblins (1638)
Just so, i' th' nick! i' th' very nick of time!
The Goblins (1638)
They who know all the wealth they have, are poor;
He's only rich that cannot tell his store.
Fragmenta Aurea (1646)
Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Compared to that was next her chin,
(Some bee had stung it newly).
Sure Beauty's empires, like to greater states,
Have certain periods set, and hidden fates.
Fragmenta Aurea (1646)
If I a fancy take
To black and blue,
That fancy doth it beauty make.
Fragmenta Aurea (1646)
A health to the nut-brown lass,
With the hazel eyes: let it pass. ...
As much to the lively grey;
'Tis as good i' th' night as day.
The Goblins (1638)
Love is the fart
Of every heart;
It pains a man when 'tis kept close,
And others doth offend when 'tis let loose.
Fragmenta Aurea (1646)
The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman:
Mahu, Mahu is his name.
The Goblins (1638)
I thought to undermine the heart
By whispering in the ear.
Fragmenta Aurea (1646)
Her lips were red; and one was thin,
Compar'd to that was next her chin
(Some bee had stung it newly).
Fragmenta Aurea (1646)
Our sins, like to our shadows,
When our day is in its glory, scarce appear:
Towards our evening how great and monstrous
They are!
Aglaura (1638)
Out upon it! I have lov'd
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings,
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
Last Remains (1659)
But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out;
For when I think I'm best resolv'd,
I then am most in doubt.
Last Remains (1659)
I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why then shouldst thou have mine?
Last Remains (1659)
Women enjoy'd (whate'er before th' have been)
Are like romances read, or sights once seen:
Fruition's dull, and spoils the play much more
Than if one read or knew the plot before.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;
Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were.
Fragmenta Aurea (1646)
Had it any been but she,
And that very face,
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place.
Last Remains (1659)