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On a Drop of Dew
On a Drop of Dew See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its Mansion new; For the clear Region where 'twas born Round in its self…Musicks Empire
Musicks Empire First was the World as one great Cymbal made, Where Jarring Windes to infant Nature plaid. All Musick was a solitary sound, To hollow Rocks and murm'ring Fountains bound.…An Epitaph upon —
An Epitaph upon — Enough: and leave the rest to Fame. 'Tis to commend her but to name. Courtship, which living she declin'd, When dead to offer were unkind. Where never any could speak ill,…Eyes and Tears
Eyes and Tears How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They might be ready to complain. And since the Self-deluding Sight, In a…Two Songs at the Marriage of the Lord Fauconberg and the Lady Mary Cromwell.
Two Songs at the Marriage of the Lord Fauconberg and the Lady Mary Cromwell.First Song[Chorus. Endymion. Luna.]ChorusTh' Astrologers own Eyes are set, And even Wolves the Sheep forget; Only…Second Song
Second Song[Hobbinol. Phillis. Tomalin.]HobbinolPhillis, Tomalin, away: Never such a merry day. For the Northern Shepheards Son Has Menalca's daughter won.PhillisStay till I some flow'rs ha'…Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome
Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, (Though he derives himself from my Lord…The Gallery
The Gallery Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd into one Gallery; And the great Arras-hangings, made Of various Faces…The Garden
The Garden How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree, Whose short and narrow verged Shade Does…The Mower to the Glo-Worms
The Mower to the Glo-Worms Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light The Nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the Summer-night, Her matchless Songs does meditate; Ye Country Comets,…