Not so (quoth he) love most aboundeth there.For all the walls and windows there are writ,All full of love, and love, and love my deare,And all their talke and studie is of it.Ne any there doth brave o...
Here haue I cause, in men iust blame to find,That in their proper prayse too partiall bee,And not indifferent to woman kind,To whom no share in armes and cheualrieThey do impart, ne maken memorieOf th...
For louers heauen must passe by sorrowes hell.
Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,All as I were through the body gryde.My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,As...
What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washéd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in va...
Leaves, lines, and rhymes, seek her to please alone,Whom if ye please, I care for other none.
Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.
Sleep after Toil, Port after stormy Seas,Ease after War, Death after Life, does greatly please.
What franticke fit (quoth he) hath thus distraughtThee, foolish man, so rash a doome to give?What justice ever other judgement taught,But he should die, who merites not to live?None else to death this...
O but, quoth she, great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said. Right so; quoth he, but he, that never would, Could never: will to might gives greatest aid. But grief, quo...