"He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all."

My Dear and only Love.

"I 'll make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword."

My Dear and only Love.

"Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore."

Cooper's Hill. Line 165.

"Oh, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full."

Cooper's Hill. Line 189.

"Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year."

The Sophy. A Tragedy.

"But whither am I strayed? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain."

On Mr. John Fletcher's Works.

"The conscious water saw its God and blushed."

Epigram.

"Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me."

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

"Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny."

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

"Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow."

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

"Life that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!"

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

"Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers."

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.

"A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day."

In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health.

"The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can,-- "Here lies a truly honest man!""

Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton.

"Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face, You 'd drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear."

Orpheus to Beasts.

"I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more."

To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.

"When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames."

To Althea from Prison, ii.

"Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty."

To Althea from Prison, ii.

"Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty."

To Althea from Prison, iv.

"What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own?"

The Motto.

"His time is forever, everywhere his place."

Friendship in Absence.

"We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine, But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry; Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine."

On the Death of Mr. William Harvey.

"His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I 'm sure, was in the right."

On the Death of Crashaw.

"The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair."

From Anacreon, ii. Drinking.

"Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?"

From Anacreon, ii. Drinking.

"A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain."

From Anacreon, vii. Gold.

"Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure."

The Mistress. For Hope.

"Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'T is like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill."

The Waiting Maid.

"Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last."

Davideis. Book i. Line 25.

"When Israel was from bondage led, Led by the Almighty's hand From out of foreign land, The great sea beheld and fled."

Davideis. Book i. Line 41.

"An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care."

Davideis. Book ii. Line 95.

"The monster London laugh at me."

Of Solitude, xi.

"Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost."

Of Solitude, vii.

"The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books."

The Garden, i.

"God the first garden made, and the first city Cain."

The Garden, ii.

"Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small."

Horace. Book iii. Ode 1.

"Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name."

Virgil, Georgics. Book ii. Line 72.

"Words that weep and tears that speak."

The Prophet.

"We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before."

Discourse concerning the Government of Oliver Cromwell.

"Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race."

Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi.

"All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep."

Orthodoxe Paradoxes. (Third edition, 1650.) The Triumph of Assurance, p. 41.

"They spare the rod, and spoyle the child."

Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5. (1649.)

"Orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night."

Bermudas.

"And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time."

Bermudas.

"In busy companies of men."

The Garden. (Translated.)

"Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade."

The Garden. (Translated.)

"The world in all doth but two nations bear,-- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere."

The Loyal Scot.

"The inglorious arts of peace."

Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland.

"He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene."

Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland.

"So much one man can do, That does both act and know."

Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland.