Richard Lovelace

I
Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower :    From thy long clowdy bed,    Shoot forth thy damaske head
II

Wise emblem of our politic world,
Sage snail, within thine own self curl'd;
Instruct me softly to make haste,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast

Behold
three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the splendrous
Of Juno,

O thou that swing'st upon the waving
Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious
Dropped thee from heav'n, where now th' art reared,

When Love with unconfined wings    Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings    To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair,    And fetter'd to her eye,
The gods, that wanton in the air,    Know no such liberty

I
Here, here, oh here
CE,    Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine:    The gods knew

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

I
In the nativity of time,
Chloris
it was not thought a crime  In direct Hebrew for to woe

Amarantha sweet and
Ah braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee let it fly

I
That frantick errour I adore, And am confirm'd the earth turns round;
Now satisfied o're and o're, As rowling waves, so flowes the ground,
And as her neighbour reels the shore: Finde such a woman says she loves; She's that fixt he...

I
I' th' autumn of a summer's day,
When all the winds got leave to play,
TA, that fair ship, is lanch'd,

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