What may words say, or what may words not say, Where Truth itself must speake like Flatterie? Within what bounds can one his liking stay, Where Nature doth with infinite agree?...
Stella, whence doth these new assaults arise, A conquerd yeelding ransackt heart to winne, Whereto long since, through my long-battred eyes, Whole armies of thy beauties entred in?...
My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell, My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labour be: Listen then, lordings, with good ear to me, For of my life I must a riddle tell....
This night, while sleepe begins with heauy wings To hatch mine eyes, and that vnbitted thought Doth fall to stray, and my chief powres are brought To leaue the scepter of all subiect things;...
O deare Life, when shall it bee That mine eyes thine eyes shall see, And in them thy mind discouer Whether absence haue had force thy remembrance to diuorce From the image of thy louer? ...
If Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musickes loue Through pores of senceles trees, as it could make them moue; If stones good measure daunc'd, the Theban walles to build...
Walking in bright Phoebus' blaze, Where with heat oppressed I was, I got to a shady wood, Where green leaves did newly bud; And of grass was plenty dwelling, Decked with pied flowers sweetly smelling....
A satyr once did run away for dread, With sound of horn which he himself did blow: Fearing and feared, thus from himself he fled, Deeming strange evil in that he did not know. ...