Richard Lovelace
To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
I
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
Pariss Second Judgement Upon The Three Daughters Of My De
Behold
three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the splendrous
Of Juno,
To Lucasta On Going To The Wars
LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind, That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly
To Amarantha That She Would Dishevel Her Hair
Amarantha, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly
Oreheus To Beasts
I
Here, here, oh here
CE, Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine: The gods knew
To Fletcher Revivd
How have I bin religious
what strange
Has scap't me, that I never understood
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne
The Rose
I
Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower : From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head
II
The Scrutiny
Why should you swear I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowed to be
Lady, it is already morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to
To Dr F B[eale] On His Book Of Chesse
Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
Men, that could only fool at
OX
ND
Love Made In The First Age To Chloris
I
In the nativity of time,
Chloris
it was not thought a crime In direct Hebrew for to woe
To His Fairest Valentine Mrs A L
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays, And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ'd to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine, Some music to my Valentine
"Her bosom is love's paradis...
Sonnet
I
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare, I lov'd,
I lov'd thee best, I swore as I profest