As in some Countries far remote from hence, The wretched creature destined to die, Hauing the iudgement due to his offence, By Surgeons begg'd, their Art on him to trie:...
Calling to minde since first my loue begunne, Th' incertaine times oft varying in their course, How things still vnexpectedly haue runne, As please the fates, by their resistlesse force:...
What dost thou meane to Cheate me of my Heart, To take all Mine, and giue me none againe? Or haue thine Eyes such Magike, or that Art, That what They get, They euer doe retaine?...
You best discern'd of my interior eies, And yet your graces outwardly diuine, Whose deare remembrance in my bosome lies, Too riche a relique for so poore a shrine: You in whome Nature chose herselfe to view,...
In former times, such as had store of coyne, In warres at home, or when for conquests bound, For feare that some their treasures should purloyne, Gaue it to keepe to spirites within the ground;...
As Loue and I, late harbour'd in one Inne, With Prouerbs thus each other intertaine; In loue there is no lacke, thus I beginne? Faire words makes fooles, replieth he againe?...
How many paltry, foolish, painted things, That now in Coaches trouble eu'ry Street, Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings, Ere they be well wrap'd in their winding Sheet?...
Since there 's no helpe, Come let vs kisse and part, Nay, I haue done: You get no more of Me, And I am glad, yea glad withall my heart, That thus so cleanly, I my Selfe can free,...
Not thy graue Counsells, nor thy Subiects loue, Nor all that famous Scottish royaltie, Or what thy soueraigne greatnes may approue, Others in vaine doe but historifie,...
Bright starre of Beauty, on whose eyelids sit, A thousand Nimph-like and enamoured Graces, The Goddesses of memory and wit, Which in due order take their seuerall places,...
There's nothing grieues me, but that Age should haste, That in my dayes I may not see thee old, That where those two deare sparkling Eyes are plac'd, Onely two Loope-holes, then I might behold....
Like an adventurous sea-farer am I, Who hath some long and dang'rous voyage been, And called to tell of his discovery, How far he sailed, what countries he had seen,...
My heart was slain, and none but you and I; Who should I think the murder should commit? Since but yourself there was no creature by But only I, guiltless of murdering it....
Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, Duly to count the sum of all my cares, I find my griefs innumerable grow, The reck'nings rise to millions of despairs. And thus dividing of my fatal hours,...
Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit A thousand nymph-like and enamoured graces, The goddesses of memory and wit, Which there in order take their several places;...
As other men, so I myself do muse Why in this sort I wrest invention so, And why these giddy metaphors I use, Leaving the path the greater part do go. I will resolve you. I'm a lunatic;...
As in some countries far remote from hence, The wretched creature destin'd to die, Having the judgment due to his offence, By surgeons begged, their art on him to try,...
Calling to mind since first my love begun, Th'uncertain times, oft varying in their course, How things still unexpectedly have run, As't please the Fates by their resistless force;...
What dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart, To take all mine and give me none again? Or have thine eyes such magic or that art That what they get they ever do retain?...
Clear Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore, My soul-shrined saint, my fair Idea lives; O bless'd brook, whose milk-white swans adore Thy crystal stream, refin'd by her eyes,...