A thousand martyrs I have made, …
Aphra Behn
Had I remained in innocent security, …
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument, …
Since man with that inconstancy was born, …
Love in Fantastic Triumph sat, …
Slight unpremeditated Words are borne …
Oh, how the hand the lover ought to prize …
Mourn, mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore, …
O Love! that stronger art than wine, …
ONE Day the Amarous Lisander, …
All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, …
Amyntas led me to a Grove, …
I …
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be …