Katherine Philips

,Observe the weary birds e’re night be done ,How they would fain call up the tardy Sun ,With Feathers hung with dew ,And trembling voices too

I did not live until this time ,Crowned my felicity ,When I could say without a crime .I am not thine, but thee

Musidorus Will you unto one single sense ?Confine a starry Influence ,Or when you do the raies combine

A married state affords but little ease .The best of husbands are so hard to please