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When one is past, another care we have:
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
Hesperides (1648)
Here a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies;
Pray be silent, and not stir
Th' easy earth that covers her.
Hesperides (1648)
Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed:
The coward then takes arms and does the deed.
Hesperides (1648)
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse;
Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Hesperides (1648)
Know when to speake; for many times it brings
Danger to give the best advice to kings.
I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall)
Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.
Hesperides (1648)
The readinesse of doing doth expresse
No other but the doer's willingnesse.
Hesperides (1648)
Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.
Hesperides (1648)
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
No, not Jove
Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be,
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
Hesperides (1648)
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Hesperides (1648)
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green.
Hesperides (1648)
That happiness does still the longest thrive,
Where joys and griefs have turns alternative.
Hesperides (1648)
Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim;
And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him
Who was thy servant.
Hesperides (1648)
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
Hesperides (1648)
To work a wonder, God would have her shown
At once a bud and yet a rose full-blown.
Hesperides (1648)
Come, bring with a noise,
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas log to the firing.
Hesperides (1648)
Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of love.
Hesperides (1648)
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
Good-morning, sir, to you;
Good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
Bedabbled with the dew.
Hesperides (1648)