Andrew Marvell

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

Charissimo
Edmundo
Posuimus Pater &
Frustra superstites

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;

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

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

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

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;