Katherine Philips Poems
|1.||In Memory Of F.P.||1/1/2004|
|2.||In Memory Of That Excellent Person Mrs. Mary Lloyd Of Bodidrist In Denbigh-Shire,||1/1/2004|
|3.||Arion To A Dolphin, On His Majesty's Passage Into England.||1/1/2004|
|4.||To My Antenor||1/1/2004|
|5.||To Mr. Vaughan, Silurist On His Poems||1/1/2004|
|6.||To My Dear Sister, Mrs. C. P. On Her Nuptial||1/1/2004|
|7.||6th April 1651 L'Amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey||1/1/2004|
|8.||L'Amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey.||1/1/2004|
|9.||Content, To My Dearest Lucasia||1/1/2004|
|10.||To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage||1/1/2004|
|11.||Epitaph On Her Son H. P.||1/1/2004|
|12.||A Retir'D Friendship||1/1/2004|
|13.||La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /||1/1/2004|
|14.||Orinda Upon Little Hector Philips||1/1/2004|
|15.||To My Excellent Lucasia, On Our Friendship||1/1/2004|
|16.||Orinda To Lucasia Parting October 1661 At London||1/1/2004|
|18.||Friendship's Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia||1/1/2004|
Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,
Your real griefs, and painted joys,
Your pleasure which itself destroys.
Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,
And only what will injure them do crave.
Men's weakness makes love so severe,
They give him power by their fear,
And make the shackles which they wear.
Who to another does his heart submit,
Makes his own idol, and then worships it.
Him whose heart is all his own,
Peace and liberty does crown,
He apprehends no killing frown.
He feels no raptures ...
In Memory Of F.P.
If I could ever write a lasting verse,
It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse.
But Sorrow is no muse, and doth confesse
That it least can what most it would expresse.
Yet, that I may some bounds to griefe allow,
I'le try if I can weepe in numbers now.
Ah beauteous blossom! too untimely dead!
Whither, ah whither is thy sweetness fled?
Where are the charmes that allwayes did arise