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The Sophy. A Tragedy. Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.
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. — Fuller.
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.
Song, "My Dear and only Love."
1613-1648. On Shakespeare. Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To Learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
1585-1616. Letter to Ben Jonson. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Did because R woman 's fair?
'Cause another's rosy are?
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?'
* Shall I like a hermit dwell
Attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh.
Or a coral lip admires,
Fuel to maintain his fires;
Conquest by Flight.
Emblems. Book ii. 2.
Book ii. Epigram 10. This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears; Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
A servant with this clause
Who sweeps a room as for thy laws,
The Church Porch.
Dare to be true, nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.