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The conscious water saw its God and blushed.*
In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health.
Old Fortunatus. And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
Honest Whore. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2. We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
The Waiting Maid.
Is but a barb'rous skill;
Too apt before to kill.
* Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit. — Latin Poems.
On the Death of Crashaw.
The Garden. Essay V. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
SIR JOHN DENHAM.
Cooper's Hill. Line 189. O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear ; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o’erflowing full.
The Sophy. A Tragedy. Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.
Verses upon his Divine Poesy.
Upon the death of the Lord Protector.
On a Girdle.
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Go, lovely Rose.
* Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven ; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
Holy and Profane State. Book i. ch. ii.- FULIEK.
To a Lady singing a Song of his composing.
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
MARQUIS OF MONTROSE.
He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
To gain or lose it all.
, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
Book i. Line 10.
Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God.
Book i. Line 22.
What in me is dark,
Book i. Line 62.
Yet from those flames No light; but only darkness visible.
Book i. Line 65.
And rest can never dwell: hope never comes, That comes to all.
Book i. Line 105.
What though the field be lost? All is not lost.