Andrew Marvell

Farfacio
Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limite
Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique juga
Ille stat indomitus turritis undisque saxis:

Heark how the Mower Damon Sung,
With love of Juliana stung
While ev'ry thing did seem to
The Scene more fit for his complaint

My Love is of a birth as
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by
Upon Impossibility

Nature had long a Treasure
Of all her choisest store;
Fearing, when She should be decay'd,
To beg in vain for more

Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,
Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
But though the wind was fair, the slowly
Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:

You, that decipher out the
Of humane Off-springs from the Skies,
What mean these Infants which of
Spring from the Starrs of Chlora's Eyes

The wanton Troopers riding
Have shot my Faun and it will dye
Ungentle men
They cannot

Charissimo
Edmundo
Posuimus Pater &
Frustra superstites

When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,
In slender Book his vast Design unfold,
Messiah Crown'd,
Gods Reconcil'd Decree,

SoulO Who shall, from this Dungeon, raiseA Soul inslav'd so many wayes
With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd
In Feet ; and manacled in Hands
Here blinded with an Eye ; and

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 county comets, that portend No war nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the...

Daphnis must from Chloe part:
Now is come the dismal
That must all his Hopes devour,
All his Labour, all his Art

Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina magnis,
Ut dubites Casu vel Ratione data
Nam Sors, caeca licet, tamen est praesaga futuri;
Et sub fatidico Nomine vera premit

To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an Enemy,
In whom both Beauties to my death agree,
Joyning themselves in fatal Harmony;

Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land,
As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand;
And so much Earth as was
By English Pilots when they heav'd the Lead;

Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit,
At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt
In eandem Reginae Sueciae
Bellipotens Virgo, septem Regina Trionum