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	Richard Lovelace
	(1618-1657)

To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire
Amarantha sweet and faire,
" To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
A Apostacy Of One, And But One Lady
That frantick errour I adore,
A Black Patch On Lucasta's Face
Dull as I was, to think that a court fly
A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart
Cord. Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes
A Dialogue. Lute And Voice
L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears,
A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret.
Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,
A Fly Caught In A Cobweb
Small type of great ones, that do hum
A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss
Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish
A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song
Heark, faire one, how what e're here is
A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir.
Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more,
A La Chabot
Object adorable of charms!
A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cousin A[nne] L[ovelace]
This Queen of Prey (now prey to you),
A Loose Saraband
Ah me! the little tyrant theefe!
A Losse Saraband
Nay, prethee, dear, draw nigher,
A Mock Charon. Dialogue
W. Charon! thou slave! thou fooll! thou cavaleer!
A Mock Song
Now Whitehall's in the grave,
A Paradox
Tis true the beauteous Starre
A Prologue To The Scholars. A Comaedy Presented At The White Fryers
A gentleman, to give us somewhat new,
Ad Fabullium. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13.
Fabullus, I will treat you handsomely
Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49.
Juvencius, thy fair sweet eyes
Ad Lesbiam, Cat. Ep. 73
That me alone you lov'd, you once did say,
Ad M. T. Ciceronem. Catul Ep. 50.
Tully to thee, Rome's eloquent sole heir,
Ad Quintium. Cat. Ep. 83
Quintius, if you'l endear Catullus eyes,
Ad Sylonem. Ep. 104.
Sylo, pray pay me my ten sesterces,
Advice To My Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.
Frank, wil't live unhandsomely? trust not too far
Against The Love Of Great Ones.
Vnhappy youth, betrayd by Fate
Amarantha. A Pastorall
Up with the jolly bird of light
Amyntor From Beyond The Sea To Alexis. A Dialogue
Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be,
Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie
It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. Stanley, Esquire.
The day is curl'd about agen
An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister To Mr. C. Cotton.
Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground,
An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, In One Day
You, that can haply mixe your joyes with cries,
Another
As I beheld a winter's evening air,
Another
The Centaur, Syren, I foregoe;
Ausonius
Vain painter, why dost strive my face to draw
Ausonius Epig
Because with bought books, sir, your study's fraught,
Ausonius Lib. Epig.
On the Sicilian strand a hare well wrought
Ausonius Lib. Epig.
The Cynicks narrow houshould stuffe of crutch,
Ausonius Lib. I. Epig.
A treasure found one, entring at death's gate,
Auson[ius]
Her jealous husband an adultresse gave
Avieni V. C. Ad Amicos
Ask'd in the country what I did, I said:
Being Treated. To Ellinda
For cherries plenty, and for corans
Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode
From the dire monument of thy black roome,
Clitophon And Lucippe Translated. To The Ladies
Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay by
Courante Monsieur.
That frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd
Cupid Far Gone
What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf,
De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit.
A wretched asse the Aeneids did destroy:
De Catone
The world orecome, victorious Caesar, he
De Inconstantia Foeminei Amoris
My mistresse sayes she'll marry none but me;
De Puero Et Praecone. Catul.
With a fair boy a cryer we behold,
De Quintia Et Sesbia. Ep. 87
Quintia is handsome, fair, tall, straight: all these
De Scaevola.
The hand, by which no king but serjeant dies,
De Suo In Lesbiam Amore Ep. 88.
No one can boast her self so much belov'd,
Dialogue Lucasta, Alexis
TELL me, ALEXIS, what this parting is,
Ellinda's Glove. Sonnet
Thou snowy farme with thy five tenements!
Female Glory
Mongst the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain
Floridi. De Ebrioso
Phoebus asleep forbad me wine to take:
Gratiana Dauncing And Singing
See! with what constant motion
Her Muffe
Twas not for some calm blessing to deceive,
In Allusion To The French Song. N'entendez Vous Pas Ce Language
How often have my tears
In Lesbiam Cat. Ep. 76.
By thy fault is my mind brought to that pass,
In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64
That no fair woman will, wonder not why,
In Virgilium. Pentadii.
A swain, hind, knight: I fed, till'd, did command:
Item
One stabbe could not fierce Cato's life unty;
Item
The hand of sacred Cato, bad to tear
Item
What doubt'st thou, hand? sad Cato 'tis to kill;
La Bella Bona Roba. To My Lady H. Ode
Tell me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury,
Love Conquer'd
The childish god of love did sweare
Love Inthron'd. Ode
Introth, I do my self perswade,
Love Made In The First Age. To Chloris.
In the nativity of time,
Lucasta At The Bath.
I' th' autumn of a summer's day,
Lucasta Laughing.
Heark, how she laughs aloud,
Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s]
See! what an undisturbed teare
Lucasta Weeping
Lucasta wept, and still the bright
Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It
Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and easie prey,
Lucasta's World Epode
Cold as the breath of winds that blow
Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge.
Yee happy floods! that now must passe
Mar. Lib. Iv. Ep. 33.
Both lurks and shines, hid in an amber tear,
Mart. Ep. XV. Lib. 6.
Whilst in an amber-shade the ant doth feast,
Mart. Epi. XLIII. Lib. I.
When Portia her dear lord's sad fate did hear,
Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14.
When brave chast Arria to her Poetus gave
Missing title : skey: LA BELLA BONA
I cannot tell, who loves the skeleton
Night. To Lucasta
Night! loathed jaylor of the lock'd up sun,
Ode
You are deceiv'd; I sooner may, dull fair,
On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The Clarissimi Of Venice, For Composing An Eligiack Hexastick Of The City. A Satyer
Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher. The Wild Goose Chase
I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!
On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer. An Elegiacall Epitaph
You that shall live awhile, before
Oreheus To Beasts
Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE,
Oreheus To Woods
Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
Out Of The Anthologie
A fool, much bit by fleas, put out the light;
Paris's Second Judgement, Upon The Three Daughters Of My Dear Brother Mr. R. Caesar.
Behold! three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Peinture. A Panegyrick To The best Picture Of Friendship, Mr. Pet. Lilly.
If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of al
Pentadii
It is not, y' are deceav'd, it is not blisse
Portii Licinii
If you are Phoebus sister, Delia, pray,
Princesse Loysa Drawing
I saw a little Diety,
Quinti Catuli.
As once I bad good morning to the day,
Sanazari Hexasticon
In Adriatick waves when Neptune saw,
Senecae Ex Cleanthe
Parent and Prince of Heav'n, O lead, I pray,
Sir Thomas Wortley's Sonnet Answered
No more
Song
Strive not, vain lover, to be fine;
Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair
Amarantha sweet and fair
Song.
In mine one monument I lye,
Sonnet
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
Sonnet
Depose your finger of that ring
Sonnet. To Generall Goring, After The Pacification At Berwicke. A La Chabot.
Now the peace is made at the foes rate,
The Ant.
Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant;
The Duell
Love drunk, the other day, knockt at my brest,
The Epilogue
The stubborne author of the trifle crime,
The Faire Begger
Comanding asker, if it be
The Falcon
Fair Princesse of the spacious air,
The Grassehopper. To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton. Ode.
Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare
The Lady A. L. My Asylum In A Great Exteremity.
With that delight the Royal captiv's brought
The Scrutinie. Song
Why shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn,
The Snail
Wise emblem of our politic world,
The Snayl
Wise emblem of our politick world,
The Toad And Spyder. A Duell
Upon a day, when the Dog-star
The Triumphs Of Philamore And Amoret. To The Noblest Of Our Youth And Best Of Friends, Charles Cotton, Esquire. Being At Berisford, At His House In Straffordshire. From London. A Poem
Sir, your sad absence I complain, as earth
The Vintage To The Dungeon. A Song
Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully!
Theophile Being Deny'd His Addresses To King James, Turned The Affront To His Own Glory In This Epigram
If James, the king of wit,
To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In A Song Madam A. L.
This is the prittiest motion;
To A Lady With Child That Ask'd An Old Shirt.
And why an honour'd ragged shirt, that shows,
To Althea From Prison.
When love with unconfined wings
To Althea, From Prison
When Love with unconfined wings
To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend
Chloe, behold! againe I bowe:
To Dr. F. B[eale]; On His Book Of Chesse.
Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
To Ellinda Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox
How I grieve that I am well!
To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written
If in me anger, or disdaine
To Fletcher Reviv'd
How have I bin religious? what strange good
To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My Brothers Untimely Death At Carmarthen
If teares could wash the ill away,
To Lucasta
I laugh and sing, but cannot tell
To Lucasta
Like to the sent'nel stars, I watch all night;
To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
Long in thy shackels, liberty
To Lucasta Ode Lyrick
Ah LUCASTA, why so bright?
To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
To Lucasta. Going Beyond The Seas.
If to be absent were to be
To Lucasta. Going To the Warres.
Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde,
To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks.
LUCASTA, frown, and let me die,
To Lucasta. The Rose.
Sweet serene skye-like flower,
To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine
Cleft as the top of the inspired hill,
To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poems Composed By Mr. John Gamble.
What means this stately tablature,
To My Truely Valiant, Learned Friend; Who In His Brooke Resolv'd The Art Gladiatory Into The Mathematicks
Hearke, reader! wilt be learn'd ith' warres?
To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Picture Of His Majesty And The Duke Of York, Drawne By Him At Hampton- Court
See! what a clouded majesty, and eyes
To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Hierocles His Comment Upon The Golden Verses Of Pythagoras.
Tis not from cheap thanks thinly to repay
Upon The Curtaine Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought
Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,
Valiant Love
Now fie upon that everlasting life! I dye!

Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657)