Eyes with your teares, blind if you bee, Why haue these teares such eyes to see, Poore eyes, if yours teares cannot moue, My teares, eyes, then must mone my loue, Then eyes, since you haue lost your sight,...
Great Lady, essence of my chiefest good, Of the most pure and finest tempred spirit, Adorn'd with gifts, enobled by thy blood, Which by discent true vertue do'st inherit:...
Madam, my words cannot expresse my mind, My zealous kindnes to make knowne to you, When your desarts all seuerally I find; In this attempt of me doe claim their due,...
Nothing but no and I, and I and no, How falls it out so strangely you reply? I tell yee (Faire) Ile not be aunswered so, With this affirming no, denying I, I say I loue, you slightly aunswer I?...
Loue once would daunce within my Mistres eye, And wanting musique fitting for the place, Swore that I should the Instrument supply, And sodainly presents me with her face:...
Like an aduenturous Sea-farer am I, Who hath some long and dang'rous Voyage beene, And call'd to tell of his Discouerie, How farre he sayl'd, what Countries he had seene,...
As other men, so I my selfe doe muse, Why in this sort I wrest Inuention so, And why these giddy metaphors I vse, Leauing the path the greater part doe goe; I will resolue you; I am lunaticke,...
Since to obtaine thee, nothing me will sted, I haue a Med'cine that shall cure my Loue, The powder of her Heart dry'd, when she is dead, That Gold nor Honour ne'r had power to moue;...
If hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire, Condemn'd by Ioue to endlesse torment be, I greatly meruaile how you still goe free, That farre beyond Promethius did aspire?...
A witlesse Gallant, a young Wench that woo'd, (Yet his dull Spirit her not one iot could moue) Intreated me, as e'r I wish'd his good, To write him but one Sonnet to his Loue:...
With fooles and children good discretion beares, Then honest people beare with Loue and me, Nor older yet, nor wiser made by yeeres, Amongst the rest of fooles and children be;...
I heare some say, this man is not in loue, Who, can he loue? a likely thing they say: Reade but his verse, and it will easily proue; O iudge not rashly (gentle Sir) I pray,...
To such as say thy loue I ouer-prize, And doe not sticke to terme my praises folly, Against these folkes that think them selues so wise, I thus appose my force of reason wholly,...
Thou purblind Boy, since thou hast been so slacke To wound her Heart, whose Eyes haue wounded me, And suff'red her to glory in my Wracke, Thus to my aid, I lastly coniure thee;...
Deare, why should you commaund me to my rest When now the night doth summon all to sleepe? Me thinks this time becommeth louers best, Night was ordained together friends to keepe....
Why should your faire eyes with such soueraine grace, Dispearse their raies on euery vulgar spirit, Whilst I in darknes in the selfesame place, Get not one glance to recompence my merit:...
Plain-path'd Experience the vnlearneds guide, Her simple followers euidently shewes, Sometime what schoolemen scarcely can decide, Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knowes:...
In pride of wit, when high desire of fame Gaue life and courage to my labouring pen, And first the sound and vertue of my name, Won grace and credit in the eares of men:...
Cupid, I hate thee, which I'de haue thee know, A naked Starueling euer may'st thou be, Poore Rogue, goe pawne thy Fascia and thy Bow, For some few Ragges, wherewith to couer thee;...