#EnglishWriters
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 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…
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…
Flattering Hope, away and leave m… She’ll not come, thou dost deceive… Hark the cock crows, th’ envious l… Chides away the silent night; Yet she comes not, oh! how I tire
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…
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…
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,…
Stand still my happiness, and swel… No more, till I consider what tho… Desire of knowledge was man’s fata… For when our parents were in parad… Though they themselves, and all th…
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…
If thou hadst itch’d after the wil… Of common people, and hadst made t… In writing such as catch’d at pres… I should commend the thing, but no… But thou hast squared thy rules by…
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…
Never more will I protest, To love a woman but in jest: For as they cannot be true, So, to give each man his due, When the wooing fit is past
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…
IT is a statute in deepe wisdomes… That for his lines none should a p… By wealth or pouerty, by lesse or… But who the same is able to peruse… Nor ought a man his labours dedica…
As unthrifts groan in straw for th… As women weep for their lost maide… When both are without hope or reme… Such an untimely grief I have for… I never saw thy face, nor did my h…