#EnglishWriters
MY wanton lines doe treate of amo… Such as would bow the hearts of go… Then Venus, thou great Citherean… That hourely tript on the Idalian… Thou laughing Erycina, daygne to…
I may forget to drink, to eat, to… Remembering thee: but when I do,… In well-weighed lines, that men sh… Envy the sorrow which brought fort… May my dull understanding have the…
Sleep not too much; nor longer tha… Within thy bed thy lazy body keep; For when thou, warm awake, shall f… Fond cogitations will assail thee… Then start up early, study, work,…
It is a statute in deep wisdom’s l… That for his lines none should a p… By wealth and poverty, by less or… But who the same is able to peruse… Nor ought a man his labour dedicat…
When Cupid read this title, strai… ‘Wars, I perceive, against me wil… But spare, oh Love! to tax thy po… Who oft bath borne thy ensign 'gai… I am not he by whom thy mother ble…
May I find a woman fair, And her mind as clear as air, If her beauty go alone, ’Tis to me as if’t were none. May I find a woman rich,
Madam, so may my verses pleasing b… So may you laugh at them and not a… ’Tis something to you gladly I wo… But how to do’t I cannot find the… I would avoid the common beaten wa…
I sing the fortune of a luckless p… Whose spotless souls now in one bo… For beauty still is Prodromus to… Crost by the sad stars of nativity… And of the strange enchantment of…
The sun, which doth the greatest c… To absent friends (because the sel… They know they see, however absent… Here our best hay-maker (forgive m… It is our country style); in this…
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall… From the next glance a double cale… Of fire and lust! Two flames, two… Dwell in those eyes, whose looser… Would thaw the frozen Russian int…
Hear, you bad writers, and though… I will inform you where you happy… Provide the most malicious thought… And bend them all against some pri… To bring him, not his vices, on th…
Since thou art dead, Clifton, the… A certain end of flesh and blood i… Till then a way was left for man t… Flesh may be made so pure it canno… But now thy unexpected death doth…
I know too well, that, no more tha… That travels through the burning d… When he is beaten with the raging… Half-smother’d with the dust, have… From a cool river, which himself d…
Now fie on foolish love, it not be… Or man or woman know it. Love was not meant for people in t… And they that fondly show it Betray the straw, and features in…
Like to the weake estate of a poor… To whom sweet fortune hath bene eu… VVhich dayly doth that happy howr… VVhen his poore state may his aff… So fares my loue, not able as the…