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Though clock, To tell how night draws hence, I’… A cock I have to sing how day draws on: I have
Give me a man that is not dull, When all the world with rifts is f… But unamazed dares clearly sing, Whenas the roof’s a-tottering; And though it falls, continues sti…
I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which crawling one and every way Enthralled my dainty Lucia. Methought her long small legs and…
Sadly I walk’d within the field, To see what comfort it would yield… And as I went my private way, An olive-branch before me lay; And seeing it, I made a stay,
Julia, I bring To thee this ring, Made for thy finger fit; To show by this That our love is
Bid me to live, and I will live Thy protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
These fresh beauties, we can prove… Once were virgins, sick of love, Turn’d to flowers: still in some, Colours go and colours come.
Ponder my words, if so that any be Known guilty here of incivility; Let what is graceless, discomposed… With sweetness, smoothness, softne… Teach it to blush, to curtsey, lis…
When words we want, Love teacheth… And what we blush to speak, she bi…
Sapho, I will chuse to go Where the northern winds do blow Endless ice, and endless snow; Rather than I once would see But a winter’s face in thee,—
Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at Bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.
What though the sea be calm? Tru… Ships have been drown’d, where lat…
Beauty no other thing is, than a b… Flash’d out between the middle and…
When I thy parts run o’er, I can’… In any one, the least indecency; But every line and limb diffused t… A fair and unfamiliar excellence; So that the more I look, the more…
Good things, that come of course,… Than those which come by sweet con…
