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A mighty pain to love it is,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`On gold'
Gold, alas, doth love beget.
Yale
c.258
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`On beauty'
Than murth'rer which hast kill'd, and devil which would damn me.
Yale
c.258
Best object of the passion most divine,
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`Beauty'
At length o'erwhelm'd in beauty's boundless sea.
Yale
c.258
Come doctor, use thy roughest art,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The cure'
That I should hope 'twould almost quench my fire.
Yale
c.258
Discreet? What means this word discreet?
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Discretion'
When they are bound naked to the stake.
Yale
c.258
Five years ago (says story) I lov'd you,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Inconstancy'
Beauty and color stay not when we die.
Yale
c.258
From hate, fear, hope, anger, and envy free,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The passions'
Call in the States of Holland to their aid.
Yale
c.258
Gently, ah gently, Madam, touch
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Counsel'
Rather than be part of it.
Yale
c.258
Go, let the fatted calf be kill'd,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The welcome'
Would ne'er return, had not the flood been out.
Yale
c.258
Happy are they who when alone
Chudleigh, Lady Mary, 1656_1710
`Solitude'
And much more, pleas'd with bubbles, than with solid joy.
Yale
c.258
Hark how the raging tempests rend the skies and roar,
W., J.
`On the day of judgment'
That I may ever live with thee in thy calm bay.
Yale
c.258
He is the happy man whose constant mind
Chudleigh, Lady Mary, 1656_1710
`The happy man'
Lies smiling down and bids mankind adieu.
Yale
c.258
Hope of all ills that men endure,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The hope'
To which all soon return that travel out.
Yale
c.258
How gaily it at first began,
Winchilsea, Anne Finch, countess, 1661_1720
`The progress of life'
Leave following crowds behind.
Yale
c.258
How long great God, how must I
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The aspiration'
But fly and love on all the way.
Yale
c.258
I bless my stars I envy none
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`Content'
So the result be harmony, what part I bear.
Yale
c.258
I came I saw and was undone;
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Thralldom'
Employ me, mighty love, to dig the mine.
Yale
c.258
I little thought (my Damon) once that you
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The irreconcilable'
Is now to prove more constant in your hate.
Yale
c.258
If dearest friend, it my good fate might be
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`In imitation of Martial's epigrams'
Knows a man how to live, and does he stay?
Yale
c.258
It must be done (my soul) but 'tis a strange,
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The meditation'
With horror they resign'd to the untried abyss.
Yale
c.258
Long have I view'd, long have I thought,
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The resignation'
Nor beg thy angel to sheath up his sword.
Yale
c.258
Love is the noblest frailty of the mind,
W., J.
`On love'
For love like fortune does not always please.
Yale
c.258
Mysterious passion, dearest pain
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`To melancholy'
Thou mak'st us wise, yet ruin'st our philosophy.
Yale
c.258
No state of life's from troubles free,
Chudleigh, Lady Mary, 1656_1710
`The observation'
Into oblivion's everlasting night.
Yale
c.258
No; to what purpose should I speak?
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The concealment'
'Twas only love destroyed the gentle youth.
Yale
c.258
Not that it is not made my fate
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The discontent'
Is one perpetual round of vanity.
Yale
c.258
Oft am I by the women told,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Age'
And manage wisely the last stake.
Yale
c.258
See yonder storms subvert the troubled waves,
W., J.
`The vanity of man in the similitude of a bubble'
Because not crusht by bigger drops of rain.
Yale
c.258
Some others may with safety tell
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Love undiscovered'
Twenty to one but I shall live again.
Yale
c.258
Take wing (my soul) and upwards bend thy flight
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The elevation'
Nor can thy now-rais'd palate ever relish less.
Yale
c.258
Teach me to love? Go teach thyself more wit;
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The prophet'
Hereafter fame, here martyrdom.
Yale
c.258
Think not to court me from my dear retreat,
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The refusal'
Envied by others, and as much dislik'd by me.
Yale
c.258
Thou robb'st my days of business and delight
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The thief'
Perish by turning everything to gold.
Yale
c.258
Thus ye good powers, thus let me ever be
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`Sitting in an arbor'
Sometimes by some cheap receipt their health obtain.
Yale
c.258
To your lov'd bosom, pleas'd Marissa flies;
Chudleigh, Lady Mary, 1656_1710
`To Clorissa'
And in each other there eternally delight.
Yale
c.258
Well fortune, now (if e'er) you have shewn
Norris, John, 1657_1711
`The defiance'
Here's all thy gain, still to be thought more blind.
Yale
c.258
Well then; now I do plainly see
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`The wish'
And so make a city here.
Yale
c.258; see also `Well then; I nowà'.
What makes fond man the trifle life desire,
Chudleigh, Lady Mary, 1656_1710
`On the vanities of this life. A Pindaric ode'
Open their eyes in everlasting day.
Yale
c.258
When chance or cruel business parts us two,
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Friendship in absence'
It sits and sings and so o'ercomes its rage.
Yale
c.258
Why should we startle at th'approach of death,
W., J.
`On death'
When she's releas'd with gladness flies away.
Yale
c.258
Wife and servant are [the] same,
Chudleigh, Lady Mary, 1656_1710
`The ladies'
You must be proud, if you'll be wise.
Yale
c.258
